Poking Around in Other Ponies Business
Pokey Pierce trotted into Sugar Cube Corner happily, excited to see what new cupcake flavor Pinkie Pie had created for the week. Ever since the birth of the Cake Twins, Pinkie had taken on more of the shops responsibilities, (and therefore more ridiculous flavors and icing were appearing every week).
He couldn't say he really "knew" Pinkie Pie; sure, the gal threw him a welcoming party when he arrived and they shared polite conversation, but they weren't close. Yet for some reason he found himself drawn to her (and not only for her cupcakes).
His yellow eyes scanned the shop as he approached the counter; nopony there. Not a single customer.
"Uhh...hello..?" He called into the back room feeling uneasy.
"W-we're closed!" He heard the shout from above along with...sniffling?
Curious more than anything, Pokey trotted up the stairs. His eyes widened a bit with worry with what he found.
"P-Pinkie Pie..? Are you okay?" He asked though it was obvious the mare was not okay. Pokey had only heard stories about a depressed Pinkie; flat hair, no smiles, no fun....he didn't exactly believe those stories until now.
"Didn't you see the sign? We're closed!" She spat with tears welling in her eyes.
Forgetting the cupcakes, Pokey decided to pry, "Why are you closed? You're usually open until midnight and...it's six." He looked uncomfortable around her loft; the cheerfulness of the room was exactly what he'd picture it to look like. Candy, balloons, and streamers laid all over in decorative chaos.
Pinkie sighed dramatically and flattened like a sheet onto her bed, "We're closed because I'm a horrible foal-sitter and a terrible pony."
