Teenset Shimmer Is Dazed And Confused With Twilight On Her Arm

by Violently Irrelevant

Rating: teen
Tags: Equestria Girls, Sunset Shimmer, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, Romance
Length: 5962

Still drunk and stoned, Sunset Shimmer got over a few of her fears, called Twilight and got her to come over...

Sunset Shimmer still has a lot on her mind. Things are looking up though, with Twilight over, she actually gets someone to talk to. About life, love and stuff like that.
The small issue of the thing is that Sunset seems to have been put face-to-face with the one she wants to talk about.
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Written because I enjoy pretending this is how people think and things work.
Nervous teenage girl-love written by some later 20's guy.
Sounds creepy, I know.

Published 2015-05-12 18:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-06-02 19:20:06 UTC

Ch. 1 - The Deep Orange Golden Glow Of Afternoon

Getting through the mental block was the start. Getting company was the reward. Sunset sits in more deep thought on the floor. Her eyes rest on Twilight who is seated on the bed, heartily working herself through a second cider. The lack of words between them makes her feel terribly awkward, no matter if Twilight is obviously happy. The music that has kept her milling thoughts in motion over the last few hours fills the room yet again. For the last time tonight? Probably not. Twilight finishes her bottle and looks to Sunset with a smile. This pulls her out of her thoughtful daze for just long enough to smile back. Her previous thought interrupted, the turmoil in her head turns to the little detail of her appearance as she smiled. It was bad, wasn't it? She is a complete dunce, isn't she? She is so busy with the banal thought dripping of self-loathing that she doesn't even notice Twilight shuffling off the bed. Before she can react, her entire field of vision is suddenly covered in lavender and deep purple. Twilight has a certain mischievous spark in her large, beautiful eyes. She speaks but it is as if her voice has been drowned out by the waterfall of music. Sunset looks at her friend with what feels like an even dumber expression. She has to focus hard for a moment for the thick mist of the music to fall away from her clouded attention. Twilight's voice comes rushing into her ears again. Hasn't she noticed she couldn't be heard? No, it must have been Sunset who simply wasn't listening. She looks to the side with a small blush while Twilight's latest words rise to the top of her mental bog.

"... More often. I don't want to push but is there any more cider?"

Sunset's head snaps back to facing Twilight, she is still blushing but her expression is slightly more collected, understanding. Whatever Twilight said before was in good cheer and now she's proclaiming she'd like another drink. Sunset's mind scrambles to find a solution to the drink issue, did she have another pack? She surveys her room with a scrutinising eye. No more handy boxes. Her heart sinks rapidly, she feels a cold sweat break out. Not even the alcohol in her own system gives her any emotional respite. Until, of course, the solution presents itself in the form of a glorious stray bottle. The green glass colossus stands lone and proud on the floor, next to the chair by the door. Sunset barks out some unintelligible word and shuffles to her feet. She manages a fairly graceful first step and then bounds over to the door. Bottle acquired, she holds it up with a victorious smile as she walks back to their spot on the floor. She offers the bottle but Twilight hesitates.

"I can't take the last one..."

Sunset sinks down into a sit on the floor again, close to Twilight. Their eyes meet, fall upon the bottle and then meet again. Sunset does not understand Twilight's sentiment. She is far too wasted to be carrying on alone, she needs her friend for this journey. Wordlessly, she twists the cap off the bottle and holds it out for Twilight.

"Let's share it... Then we'll go get more."

Twilight shines up brightly and does not protest. She accepts the bottle, looks at it for a short while and then furrows her brow. Her thoughtfulness has Sunset on the edge of her seat. She accepted the bottle, what is the issue? Sunset's mind starts racing, it instantly goes dark places, defeat and failure. Then Twilight speaks again.

"Um... Sunset... How are we going to get more?"

Relief. That problem is one she can solve. Sunset smiles and shrugs a bit nonchalantly. She has contacts for this sort of thing, one needs such when wandering through a deep haze of drink and smoke. She wants to just let it all bubble out in an excited stream of words but she halts herself. Should play it smooth, have to try to impress. Why? She cannot put her finger on it but it feels like the right thing to do.

"I know someone, it's just a bit of a walk..."

She shrugs again and does her best to read Twilight's expression. A bit of a walk does not seem to turn the purple goddess off at all. Twilight raises the bottle and lets the golden liquid spill in between her lips in what seems to be a short moment of contemplation. She then smiles and nods, not demanding any more of an answer. Sunset cheers inside to celebrate the momentary victory and pretty much stares at Twilight drinking. She almost feels creepy for sitting this close and intently watching her. Just almost.

Twilight's lips look so soft. So perfectly shaped. Sunset has a moment of wondering what they feel like. What they taste like. She blinks a few times rapidly, noticing Twilight is looking at her with a quizzical face. How long did she stare at her lips? The thoughts of wanting to touch Twilight are absolutely rampant. She finally notices the bottle held out to her. When she takes it and drinks a quick swig, she also notices a very slight blush across Twilight's face. Did she say something about lips out loud? She tries to collect herself enough to recall but it is impossible. They have spent so much time in silence with one another, letting the music do the talking. In a moment of paranoia, Sunset does a double take; the music is still there. She convinces herself that she has not spurted any uncontrolled words so far.

Her courage is momentarily bolstered. Sunset hands the bottle back to Twilight and does not try to be any more subtle about watching her every movement. Twilight has clearly noticed by now but all she does about it is offer Sunset sweet little smirks. She does not seem too keen on conversation, however she seems to be enjoying the attention. Sunset feels her hands go clammy while her ears are burning hot. There really is something else about Twilight, something she cannot pinpoint until the thought suddenly bites her. The sweet ray of purple sunshine is already drunk. When the thought is even halfway through her head, a bit of the hazy veil has dispersed from Sunset's eyes. Twilight's sly little smirk is the mask of someone who is not an experienced drinker but has no qualms about drinking, no fears about getting a bit drunk. She is adventurous. After all, she came over without question when called. Sunset's mind is firing rapidly again and she spends another few moments in deep contemplation. A train of thought that is interrupted by a soft giggle from Twilight. Where Sunset looked at her drinking, she has been observing the fire-maned girl thinking.

"You're quite the thinker, aren't you, Sunset? Always something going on behind those big blue eyes..."

Twilight follows her words with a soft snicker as Sunset looks like a deer in the headlights. She is obviously caught off guard by the question. All that thinking and no answers about anything at all. Well, that is not entirely true, she has a good few answers that she cannot voice. That she could never voice. That she...

"I want you..."

She hears her own voice proclaim the words. She looks around in confusion, searching for an impersonator that is not there. Twilight has stopped mid-drink. Sunset scrambles to right her words and soon speaks again.

"... Want you... To tell me when you're ready... To go..."

Sunset's words trail off into a whisper, a sharp inhale and ends in a long swallow. Twilight just stares at her now, expression blank. She almost looks shocked. Sunset feels panic shooting like lightning through her body yet again. She knows what she sounded like, she knows what words she used. Innocent enough, they are just words. Words that surprisingly enough make sense. As if to accent the tension in the moment, the stereo falls silent as the current song ends. A couple of seconds of silence before another, slower song begins. These seconds are a different kind of eternity. Twilight lowers the bottle from her lips, licks them and slowly lets them curl into a small, gentle smile. She is either oblivious to what Sunset thinks she sounded like or she is enjoying the moment somehow. In mockery? No, that's not her style.

Twilight holds up the bottle to examine the amount that is left. She decides that it is enough to down in one go and then goes for it. Bottom of the bottle points towards the previously oppressive white of the ceiling. The quietly fizzing liquid runs out of its glass prison and into the waiting mouth of the girl in control of its destiny. Twilight swallows the cider with her eyes closed and lets out a short sound of satisfaction before wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She looks up to Sunset as she has already risen. The fire-maned girl offers a hand. Twilight grasps it and Sunset pulls her to her feet. She takes one shaky step and then steadies herself by clasping both her arms around one of Sunset's.

Sunset stands still and breathless, looking straight ahead. Her heart thunders and her head feels like it is about to explode. Twilight's fingers are like silky velvet against her skin. When they wander slowly up and down her arm, she is compelled to look at the purple face that is now grinning at her. A silly little drunken grin. Her expression punches through the thick walls of Sunset's daze. She manages to collect herself well enough to start their mission. She steps into her shoes and slips on an oversized shirt. Twilight assures her that the weather in the outside world is mild enough not to need any heavier attire. She herself is casual enough with combining her skirt with a hoodie. There is no further discussion or comment about either clothing or weather. This relaxes Sunset a bit further, the only thing worse than stiff, awkward conversation is a lame conversation about the weather.

On unsteady legs and with Twilight hanging on one elbow, Sunset steps out into the huge, horrifying cosmos outside her door. A vast jungle of terrifying buildings, people and strange stuff like trees. How in the blazes does all that leafy madness work anyway? Sunset strides on while her mind races, Twilight merrily keeps up and hangs on. She is talking about something but Sunset cannot hear it, her mind is miles away. How does this look? They are both inevitably obvious in their intoxication. She looks around in the deep orange, golden glow of afternoon. The street is empty, save for some old guy with a dog. Sunset glances to Twilight in the middle of this sensory overload to find the purple girl smiling full on. At least she doesn't seem bothered about getting absolutely no answer for the last five minutes. Or was it ten? Sunset soon gives up attempting to type or contemplate time. At least her feet are striding along in the correct direction. Perhaps some kind of subconscious auto-pilot. The ebbing high of the cheap weed and the mind-muddling alcohol of the cider has become a beast that needs to feed on its own kind. Sunset licks her dry lips and lets her body travel one way, her mind another. Finally, she is disconnected enough from her own thoughts that she can offer enough attention to listen to Twilight.

Twilight is silent and has been for quite some time. Her grip of Sunset's arm is rather hard, as if trying to steady herself by hanging on to the purposeful stride. She is enjoying the light breeze that carries a fragrant smell of evening greenery.

"This is nice, Sunset."

Sunset does her best not to fidget and nods with exaggerated force. She then looks to Twilight and their eyes meet.

"We should do this more often..."

Twilight goes on. Sunset nods again, calmer this time, feeling her already dry mouth turn into a burning desert. Is she overreading and overreacting to everything Twilight says? Is this actually going the way she wants it to? What really is the way she wants it to go? Having the lavender girl around more would be awesome but that's not all she wants, is it?

Sunset swallows hard as she notices Twilight's curious, drunken gaze examine her absent-minded expression. Sunset blurts out some words to show she is still some manner of conscious.

"Yeah, Twilight... We should. I... Wanted to, but you know, I... Uh... I couldn't ask anyone for anything, you know... I was all... Wrong..."

Her words trails off. She glances to the side for a short moment and when she looks back to the purple girl so close beside her, she is met by a concerned, sad-looking expression. Twilight almost looks offended, there seems to be a lot of things firing behind her flashing eyes. Sunset hesitates. Did she go to far, say too much?

"Leave it."

Twilight's face has cleared up from sadness and irritation. Sunset holds her breath as she has no idea where this is going. Leave what? The pleasant subject of earlier? Her spinning mind stops completely when she feels purple fingers trail up over her shoulder, squeezing her lightly. Their eyes meet again. Twilight is smiling now.

"Leave it all behind, let's go without pain and sorrow."

The drunkenly serious, slightly poetic words end with a small giggle from Twilight as Sunset just stares at her. She is utterly dazed and confused but with Twilight on her arm, she might just get to the start of this new beginning.

Author's Note

Might do another chapter of this one.

Probably.
This is, after all, shameless best-shipping.

Ch. 2 - A Most Peculiar Destination

The house looks well-kept and just as quaint as the other cloned suburban homes around it. The garden is simple, yet elegant. What stands in stark contrast to the idyllic home is the beat-up garage next to it. Trash litters the driveway, a crooked, ripped-up sofa stands just outside the mangled garage gate. Loud, partially muffled music seeps out from cracks in the face of the beat side-building. Twilight looks a bit put off by the strange place they ended up in front of. Although seemingly apprehensive, she does not complain or try to avoid it as Sunset brings them closer. The music is some kind of noisy rock, close enough to the stuff Rainbow plays sometimes, only faster and angrier. Sunset simply strolls up to the garage and lazily bangs her fist against the metal door. Nothing inside indicates movement or response. Sunset does not seem swayed or delayed by this and steps over to the middle of the door and pulls at the broken handle. The metal obstacle gives off a whining, grinding noise but opens after a bit of effort. As the gate lifts, the music from inside leaks out like a viscous liquid from a broken bottle. Twilight stands behind Sunset and peers over her shoulder into the dark room inside. There is a bunch of broken furniture, pretty much in the same state as the sofa outside. The floor is littered with trash, bottles, cans and a few items of clothing. The walls are haphazardly painted black and covered irregularly by posters, flags and a seemingly random arrangement of terrible graffiti. The whole place smells like cigarettes and some other strange scent Twilight cannot really place. Sunset strides in, Twilight hesitates until her eyes fall on the lone resident of this dark place.

In a leather armchair which is long past its glory days sits a lone girl with her legs slung up over one of the torn armrests. Her hair is a wild mess of a bright red mohawk. Its spikes are uneven and some of them are broken or sagging, furthering her unkempt appearance. Her green skin is in sharp contrast to pretty much everything around her and her clothing is an intricate chaos to rival that of the walls. Different colours, patterns and detail are blotched all over her. She is silently observing the newcomers with a burning cigarette hanging slack from her slightly parted lips.

"Hey Riot."

Sunset sounds cheery enough as she speaks the short greeting. Twilight approaches and grasps for Sunset's arm. The fire-maned girl lets her take it and stay a bit behind. Riot sure isn't scary but the change of scenery must seem strange to Twilight, no matter if the walk sobered her up a little. Riot huffs, takes a long drag of her smoke and pulls her legs around so that her heavy boots slap against the floor. She remains quiet, stands up in a lax motion that makes her look a bit like a ragdoll and then takes one long step. Her destination seems to be the stereo. She fiddles with it a bit, twisting a big knob, supposedly to turn down the volume. The blaring of the music only changes slightly but no one says or does anything else about it. Riot then approaches the two, she even walks around them, apparently inspecting them both. Just when Twilight had begun feeling uncomfortable for real, the girl in the mohawk cracks a big smile. She is missing at least one tooth.

"Twilight Sparkle hanging on to Sunset Shimmer for dear life. Never expected to see this."

She tilts her head to the side as she stands right in front of them, blows smoke and then offers a hand. Twilight purses her lips in thought. She knows their names. She must go to Canterlot High. She is not exactly the most inconspicuous person, yet Twilight has not seen her before.

"Good to see you, Sunset, its been... What, like, forever?"

It is Sunsets time to huff. She adds on a shrug and takes Riot's hand. After shaking, Riot offers her hand to Twilight as well. Twilight hesitates and hates herself for doing so. Then, as she finally manages to shake the punk girl's hand, no moods seem to have lessened. Riot turns and motions the others over to an arrangement of trashed sofas. As they follow her, another song comes on. Twilight shines up, she knows this one.

"Diesel Boy! Rainbow plays this..."

Sunset looks pretty much dumbfounded as she looks at Twilight. Riot has already taken a seat in one of the sofas, crossed her legs and spread her arms over the backrest. She observes Twilight closely and then gives a wide, sunny, missing-tooth grin.

"Oh, I like her, Sunset."

Riot gives Shimmer a predatory glance while speaking. She then puts out her cigarette in an ashy old beer can. She licks her lips slowly and seems contemplative for a moment, then talks more.

"Come now, weary travelers, sit, have a drink. Cooler's over there."

Riot points with an entire hand to a very stolen-looking ice chest. Sunset saunters over to it while Twilight steps over to the sofa. She sits down and glances around, attempting to think of something to say. It is difficult, the situation is so strange. Or is it really? Sunset obviously knows this person and she seems friendly enough. Twilight is reeling a bit from all the new information, her mind is spinning out of control. Not as bad as Sunset's has been for hours now but a stalemate of thoughts indeed. A break in the far-too difficult process of thinking comes in the form of Sunset offering her a bottle of cider. She accepts it with a smile and does not take long to examine the bottle. She opens it and drinks. The crisp, golden liquid tastes even better when cold and it washes away some of the dry taste in her mouth. She drinks deep and apparently attracts the attention of Riot. Finishing nearly the entire bottle in one go, Twilight lets out a long, satisfied exhale.

Both Twilight and Sunset watch Riot get up again, just as slow and limp-like as before. Before anyone reacts much of anything to the movement, she has bound over to the ice chest and grabbed a few bottles. She slowly saunters around the trash-filled table, gives Twilight a wicked glance and sets a bottle down in front of her. She then twists the cap off her own.

"Tell me the latest news. Tell me about this trainwreck of a Saturday, what are you two crazy kids up to?"

Riot asks the questions before spinning around, taking a swig from her bottle and simply dropping down back into the same sofa she was seated in before. Sunset shuffles in her own seat, inching closer to Twilight while the purple girl has her attention focused on the girl in the mohawk. Twilight is already a good bit more comfortable, the dirty garage does not seem so oppressive anymore. She finds herself enjoying the music more than she thought she could. The songs are short, intense bursts of energy and emotion. Not just angry noise as it initially seemed.

Sunset drinks slowly and seems lost in thought for a moment. She does not snap back into any kind of attention until Twilight also shifts in the sofa and not-so accidentally leans against her. She blinks and looks at Riot's expecting face. Oh right, have to communicate.

"Oh, not much... Called Twi over for a new album and a few drinks."

Riot drinks in silence while her eyes flit back and forth from Sunset to Twilight. She may seem blunt when she expresses herself but she sure does a lot of silent contemplation. Twilight looks at Sunset too, the fact that the fire-maned girl would call her "Twi" bites her in all the right ways. She leans a bit closer to Sunset but freezes as Riot speaks again.

"Sounds like a cozy little date."

There is awkward silence for a moment, both the yellow and purple girls are stunned. Riot takes the opportunity to continue. She doesn't seem to want to rip anything open, she simply dances on the edge.

"I'm happy you found each other, mainly-"

Riot is about to say something more but Sunset interrupts her. A bit of held-back panic in her voice. She was ready to deal with Riot poking fun at her. She was ready for this peculiar place and the inevitable question of buying some alcohol and perhaps drugs. What she was not prepared for was the punk girl assuming there was romance in the air.

"We didn't... Well, we did but it's not like that!"

Twilight leans back and looks at Sunset with a quizzical look on her face. She is unsure why Shimmer is so flustered. Friends find each other and go on dates, do they not? Riot looks amused, remains silent and drinks. Twilight reaches for the new bottle placed in front of her and quickly opens it to follow Riot's lead. Soon they are all drinking in silence. Sunset is practically steaming, some uncomfortable emotion clinging to her like a dark aura. It is not anger, it is more like some kind of desperation.

"Anyway, I'm happy you and sweet little 'Twi' came over, I was seriously dying of boredom."

Riot shakes off the situation by simply adding more conversation to the mix. Twilight has a hard time distinguishing if the mohawked one has some kind of strange people-skills or if she simply wings it by saying what she wants, when she wants. Sunset's only response is to lift her bottle to the darkened ceiling and empty the contents into her gullet. A soundless exhale later and she finally seems ready to speak again.

"Riot... You're always dying of boredom. Its Saturday, shouldn't you be the one that tells us what's going on?"

Sunset is back in the game. At least for now. Riot flashes another brief grin and finishes her bottle with voracity.

"You got me there, baconhead. I was going to a show with Melody but she's nowhere to be found. Perhaps you two would like to take a walk on the wild side, I mean, you're already well on your way..."

Sunset has gathered herself enough to deal with Riot's words. She glances to Twilight, the purple girl is already looking at her. There is a certain spark in her eyes and her expression is that if someone hopeful. How in all creation did they go from her introverted isolation to getting shanghaied away to some punk rock show? Perhaps this is an opportunity. A chance for all kinds of things to happen. Just as Twilight seems hopeful and excited, a little something starts growing inside of Sunset as well.

"Should we go?"

Sunset whispers to Twilight, pretty much mouthing out the words. A whisper just cannot be heard through the music. Twilight seems to understand well enough. She nods and then looks to Riot before looking back to Sunset.

"I'd love to check it out at least... But, uh, we came here to bring something home, right?"

Twilight speaks loud enough for them both to hear. Sunset nods once and chews on her lower lip briefly, going over something in her head. Riot on the other hand seems invigorated and excited by the announcement. Wordlessly, she gets up from her seat, only to climb over the backrest of the sofa and step away into the darker corners of the garage. She rummages about for a bit while the two others look at her, curious with drinks in hand.

Twilight reflects on the situation in her head. All this new stuff has her very interested. This side of life she has never experienced before. With Sunset as her anchor of safety, how could she not enjoy going to some shady punk show?

Sunset gives Twilight a mild smile, there is a certain look in her eye that Twilight has a hard time placing. Some kind of delicate mix between pleasure, happiness and desperation. Riot barges back into everyone's attention by lifting a small metal box to the table.

"I've got a few rounds here for you, Sunset. You haven't been around much lately, so I made sure to save some. What are friends for, eh?"

Sunset leans forth to look at the familiar box. Twilight remains quiet and still. Probably not the most typical of drug deals but her first encounter with one anyway. Riot opens the container and holds up a small plastic bag for Sunset to examine. What intrigues the purple girl even more than this outlandish situation is the sudden change in gears Sunset seems to be putting on. As soon as the weed comes into view, she seems to have slipped into some focused, expert's mindset. The fire-maned girl takes the little bag in her hand and examines it thoroughly as Riot picks out a few more bags to place on the table. Are those all different things? They look incredibly alike. Twilight observes Sunset's every move with wide eyes as she picks up another bag. She opens it and Twilight lets out a little noise in surprise. So that is what produces that strange smell she could not place before. The thick, earthy scent blends with cigarette smoke as Riot lights another cancer-stick for herself. No, that is no mere cigarette. It is something else entirely. The punk girl takes a mighty lungful of the burning roll and lets the thick smoke billow out over the table. For a second, it looks like she is about to fill the entire room with a fine, white mist. Twilight blinks slowly as she sits in the middle of the giant cloud that is lazily dispersing and rising to the ragged darkness above. The scent is overpowering, like from the bags but times ten. Or more than ten. Riot takes another, smaller lungful and lets the smoke seep out through her nostrils. She looks a bit dragonesque with her spined hairdo and all.

Sunset looks up from examining the bags of green stuff only to be presented with Riot's burny-stick. She accepts it thoughtfully and throws a glance to Twilight. This was the intention all along, why does she feel so apprehensive about how the purple girl would react to it all? Seeing the look on Twilight's face calms her, she seems to be having a good time. Well acclimated into the dark punk-den with a drink in her hand and a clever little smile on her face. Sunset keeps her attention on Twilight as she takes the joint from Riot. Seeing her eyes follow her every movement is magic in itself. Setting the well-prepared spicy cigarette to her lips, she breathes out through her nose, looking focused, like a diver before the plunge. Her lips go taught and her inhale is slow. There is a certain intensity and conviction in her eyes. Twilight smiles for her and she raises both eyebrows and gives a smile back while lowering the smoking stick.

Sunset holds the smoke in while passing the joint back to Riot. Twilight's eyes pretty much sparkle as she keeps them on her anchor of safety. Sunset begins leaking smoke, a thin streak finding its way out between her lips. As she notices this, she decides to let it all out. A cloud at least as impressive as Riot's, Sunset throws her head back to let the swirling, white thickness billow up into the already slightly hazy ceiling. The effects are already creeping in the back of her mind. A million little booted feet stomping a march across the length of her brain and down her spine. She is glad she is sitting down for this. A legendary huff and puff after all those drinks is definitely going to knock her down. The boots on her brain increase in number and pace with every semi-coherent thought that buzzes through her head. Her eyes meet Twilight's. There is a different sheen on the purple girl's beautiful face. A faint fire-glow and a few wisps of cloud. No, not cloud. Smoke. Sunset watches in quiet amazement as Twilight keeps a brave face after removing the joint from her mouth. The facade does not last long as tears form in the sides of her eyes. Her brave face is replaced by panic, then a painful smile and a whole lot of coughing as smoke seems to come from here, there and everywhere. Sunset looks to Riot who is smiling dumbly at them both. The fire-maned girl has a difficult time figuring out if she did indeed pass the smoke back to Riot or if she was the one that gave it to Twilight. That would have seemed like encouragement, especially to a drunk person.

She gathers herself well enough to stop contemplating things that does not matter. She uses her momentary focus to rub the purple girl's back and offer her a drink to soothe her throat. Twilight just looks at her with eyes awater and a big, dumb happy grin between fits of coughing. Drunk and silly or the same adventurous spark she had back at Sunset's place? Both, perhaps. Now is not the time for deep thought. As well as the perfect time for deep thought. Twilight very obviously chokes back a giggle as she grasps her cider-bottle with both hands. She then closes her eyes and lets out a long sigh. Sunset sits as if frozen for a moment, then slowly lets one trembling hand rise to the height of Twilight's head. The rest of the world has disappeared for the moment. As she carefully rests her open hand on Twilight's soft hair, the purple girl opens her eyes slightly to peer at Sunset through her eyelashes.

"Celestia's mane, I feel like a marshmallow... Sunset... Sunset!"

Sounding cheery enough, even if her words are a bit muddled, Twilight opens her eyes wider. There is a certain intensity burning in her gaze as she leans closer. Sunset swallows hard and cannot breathe as Twilight lays her head against first her shoulder and then lets it slip down so that her face rests pretty much right above her modest breasts. The purple girl smiles sweetly as she listens to Sunset's heart rabbit away. The position is not very comfortable for either of the girls but they stay that way anyhow. A disorganized little pile of affection. Riot watches them in silence, no comments from her right now, mocking or otherwise. She watches behind the thin, shifting veil of smoke the joint provides.

Sitting still and silent for a good few minutes, Twilight and Sunset alike are put back into a similar headspace of that before they left Sunset's place. Silently enjoying each other's company along with letting the harmonious noise of the music carry their thoughts away. Smattering drums, low guitar and grinding bass. Not entirely different from earlier when this long, long evening was a long, long afternoon.

Twilight lets her arms creep in around Sunset as she stretches a bit. Her head still pretty much glued to the other girl's chest. Sunset tenses up, shivers and lets out the abruptly interrupted start of a snicker. She runs her fingers through Twilight's hair and lets her hand continue down her neck and back. The courage to touch her, the divine softness of her, this moment...

The raw sound of a lone guitar from the speakers is joined by the sound of a tiny ignition. Twilight's eyes creep open by the small sound. Sunset stops her subtle advance as Twilight shifts. They look up and both their eyes fall on Riot, the source of the short, sharp sound that caught their attention. A lighter, that was it. The punk girl is smoking again, observing them both with a sly grin. Both Sunset and Twilight starts righting themselves, awkwardly to say the least. Riot says nothing until they both sit up fully and Twilight has begun nursing her cider again. Then the mohawked one speaks.

"I hate to interrupt your little moment but if we're going, we gotta gear up pretty soon."

Both other girls just glare at her for a moment, their brains desperately attempting to grasp the situation. Why was their moment interrupted? Where are they going? What do they need to bring? The gum in the locks of their minds slowly melt as it dawns on them that they have another exciting stop in this evenings journey. A show. Some unknown monstrosity of more than likely local bands they have never heard. A mystery, a surprise. Invigorated by the moment they just shared, entranced by the cottony feeling in their heads. They look at each other, nod once and relax a little.

"A few ciders for the road?"

It is Riot that speaks again. Twilight lets out a dry but spontaneous laugh while nodding some more. Sunset sits back and observes the scene one last time. She has managed rather well, from oblivion, from her personal void to this. It just has to turn out good. One way or the other. While the fire-maned girl celebrates a small victory in her head, The punk girl stands up and steps over to the stereo. The volume is soon back to the level it was when they arrived. Another intense song about love, life and society to send them on their way. Back out into the last amber rays of sun that bathes the entire world.

Author's Note

To be concluded in a Twilight-centered sequel.
Even more shipping, unf.
Perhaps a bit of grab, stroke and caress too.