I Found A Pinkie At A Party

It was 7:45. Nearly time for the party to start.

I followed the instructions on the invite to get to where I needed to go. I left early, cause I didn't have a car, and I knew it would take me a while to walk to my destination.

The party place was at Sugarcube Corner, this bakery down the street from Canterlot High. After school, on occasion, if I can muster up enough money, I ask the Cakes, who run the place, to give me a small cupcake to have. It's delicious every time. Of course, the taste does go bad when I slowly nibble at it while people inside talk with their friends. I usually see Rarity talking with a few friends, or her sister, or both her friends and their sisters. Either way, it's still hard to watch.

Speaking of which, I saw Rarity driving up just as I arrived. She saw me, gave a casual/awkward wave, and went inside, her sister alongside her (her name is Sweetie Belle, I believe? Maybe Sweetie Bloom). I waved back with my free hand, my other holding the dorky blue balloons and honey peanuts.

I sighed, knowing I probably looked like a dork right now. Then, slowly, I went inside to join the party.

And that was just the beginning.

The party was just starting, and already, the place was in full swing. The whole was emptied to make room for all the dancing students of Canterlot High. Every table was filled with laughing students and conversation and cups filled with party drinks. The bakery counter, which was usually filled with baked goods, instead had a number of great-looking foods, including chips, desserts, and fruit. A big bowl of fruit punch was in the center, with a purple girl in purple clothing with purpler hair emptying this bowl faster than Road Runner outran Wile E. She scooped juice into her cup and drank it like it was nothing, and repeated in an endless cycle. Guess I wouldn't be getting any punch.

I managed to find an empty table and sat in it, balloons in one hand and peanuts in the other.

I looked at the balloons, their blue-as-sky essence filling my eyes. Then, I realized something. There was the color pink everywhere. Pink balloons hung at all the tables and on the floor. Mostly pink streamers were all around the room. Even the table sheets and various decorations were pink.

With these blue balloons in an all-pink room at a party full of energetic teenagers, I stood out like a fox in a chicken coop. Lots looked at me and the balloons, their faces filled with confusion and weirdness, like I feared. I tried to hide my face, but it was impossible to not be noticed.

Then, it got worse from there.

"Hey look! It's Little Boy Blue!" someone shouted. A few people laughed at the comment and pointed at my ridiculousness.

I looked around, wondering who said that. I wish I didn't, as I figured out the source was a certain terrifying, brutal, crown-wearing girl and her gray-colored and spectacled, but equally intimidating friend.

This wasn't going to be pretty.