Opening my eyes I let out a yawn, as I flinched at the headache. Getting up from the floor my shirt was off as the only thing on was my pants, as I walked through the clearly expensive penthouse apartment I saw a plethora of things scattered about, multiple bottles of champagne, wine, whiskey, and bourbon.

Along with the bottles were ponies I didn't recognized, most were nude mares as well as a few well endowed stallions who seemed to be laying with the respective partners.

"Michael!" I heard a stallion shout, I winced as I held my head in pain.

"Right, hangover." He said with a laugh as he approached me, he wore no shirt and hard the same deal I was having, he had a bottle of champagne in one hand as he had a lollipop in the other.

"W-who are you?" I groaned as I sat on the black leather couch.

The stallion across from me, he had a darkest of coats with a mystical purple mane along with a pair of the bluest eyes with glasses over his eyes.

"Black Hand, that bartender from the party. And let me tell you, I never thought I'd see a guy like you ever hump a lamppost. Safe to say, you ain't like any suit I've met." He says with another laugh, passing me a bottle of water and greedily drank up the refreshing water was I felt myself become rehydrated.

"What happened? Last thing I remember was me getting punched."

"You getting punched? Nah that was just the beginning of the story. I'll recount you with our adventure."

Last Night...

We left the fashion reception, the two of us wanting to have a bit of fun. So we came up here for a bit.

"Don't tell me we're done!?" I shouted as I stumbled into the room as Black Hand shook his head.

"Nah my friend, this is just the beginning. I always wanted a suit to screw around with, so you and I are going to enjoy the night on the town." He smiles as he enters a room to the left, I approached the bar and looked at the alcohol smiling I took the whiskey and poured myself a drink.

"Starting already huh?" He asks smiling.

"You can't be too *Hic* early." You say with a laugh as he nods.

"Cheers!" He says smiling as I swallowed the whiskey with ease.

"Now let's fucking get out there!" He pats my back as the two of us left the room.

It took awhile but Black Hand lead me to a rather rowdy bar, the sound of music and partying came from inside as everyone seemed to be having a good time. But as we continued through the crowd everyone seemed so happy, as if Black Hand was suppose to be a VIP.

"Let's get fucking crunked!" He shouts as most of the ponies cheered the bartenders smiled as they continue creating drinks for ponies. But once Black Hand got me to a very clean area he placed what looked like cigarettes on the table. The smell wasn't tobacco though, it smelled strong rather familiar.

"Something that'll take the edge off of drinking my friend." Smiling he lit one of them up as he took in a rather long drag before puffing it out laughing as he did, being in a rather drunken state I should've just ended it there. But my dumbass decided as I drug on and on I began having the sensation of my high being to overcome my drunkness as I felt myself go on a cloud for some reason. It acted quick as the flashing lights of the club both blinded me and stimulated me.

Mares joined us, accompany with them was more booze. And the night just continued as I continued smoking and drinking.

Though as we continued this idea of partying it wasn't Black Hand's idea. As he presented a small pill like tablet to me, he showed me t just put it under my tongue.

As I did, the flashing lights became intense and even more blinding. But the party monster was unleashed.

Present...

"That was just beginning of things, you were so high and drunk that you got on to the stage where the band was playing and you just stage dived, fuck I didn't think people would carry you but they did." He laughs as I groaned, I never taken drugs before and seeing as I both indulged in weed and most likely LSD. The pain and memories of last night were like a big white wall.

"Is that all we did?" I asked

"Nope, after the bouncers kicked us out, you kind punched one of them and the other punched you, after regaining your barrings we just walked around the city shouting at taxis and fucking around with city property. I think at one point you pissed on a cop's stagecoach, you and me had to run I'm pretty sure you unleashing some sort of partying beast. Because holy fuck were you something else." I sighed as I took another drink from my water.

"I never thought I'd actually be that fucking wasted, God dammit." I groaned the memories beginning to flood back, removing a card from my pocket I looked at it.

Call me if you want a good time babe XOXO Gabby

"Who's Gabby?" I asked

"Actually, that I don't know. For a couple hours you went on your own. You only came back to the penthouse and fell to the ground drunk off your ass." He says with a chuckle as he tossed a cap away from the living room.

"You kept saying how big of a butt that griffon had, and how you wish you could fuck it. Though you then started being philosophical about her, and how she was griffon looking for friendship and needing someone to help her. After that you commented on how curvy she was, like damn you went from one topic to another with her." He laughs as I put my head into my hands, I was embarrassed for my actions.

"What about the mares and stallions in your penthouse?" I asked

"Oh them, a couple of friends and random ponies. All decided to party, and well they pretty much crashed here."

"What about you, aren't you a bartender? How could you afford all this."

"Interesting fact actually, I'm not a bartender. Black Hand is my name, I just so happen to be Fluer De Lis and Fancy Pants's son."

"Fancy Pants? Fluer De Lis? Aren't they like high profile ponies in high society and fashion world?" I asked

"Yup, that's mom and dad for you. As you can see I make a living creating and critiquing fashion works. And you my friend just earned yourself a friend in the fashion world. Like I said we're gonna be good friends." He said smiling as he pat my back, I sighed as I rubbed my temples as I laid back.

"Is this going to be in the tabloids?" I asked

"Probably? But nobody believes in that crap, like the issue where they said Celestia was pregnant. And how Luna was caught in a lesbian relationship. All bull crap fabricated, all I gotta do and wane the storm. After all I survived through worse." He pats my back once again as I looked at the card again.

"Gabby, where have I heard that name before." I asked myself.

"Ah don't worry about it, anyway you should probably go. Your girls must be worried." He says as he begins cleaning up. I rose from the couch, a bit too quickly as I ran to the bathroom vomiting up yesterday's contents.

"Partying will do that." He says with a little chuckle as he continues cleaning.

This guy was insane, but he was kind enough to actually let me stay. And so far my kidneys were still inside my body, along with anything else. With a sigh I rose from the bathroom flushing the contents down.

"Oh one more thing, if anyone asks where you were. Just tell em you were hanging with me, ponies hear my name and they're instantly forgetful about their questions and just wanna know how we came together." With a smile I sighed as I began putting on my shirt and leaving, whatever I did yesterday was all in the past.

But who was Gabby, and why was it so familiar.

Author's Note

You'll be seeing a ton of our misfit fashion critic with a drug and alcohol problem, after all he is Michael's best friend