Nothing to Do but Wait

Rainbow Dash was touring the Wonderbolts Academy, jumping with joy the whole time.  Before her eyes was the very track that the Wonderbolts used for practice and she couldn't believe it!  Her biggest idols hit up this track almost everyday and she was about to walk onto it herself.  Her hoof was about to come down onto the track, but was interrupted by an itch on one of her hind legs.  By reaching down to scratch it, she woke up from her slumber.  Stupid itch, waking me up when I'm about to take a lap on their track...

She rolled onto her side, trying hard to return to her dream.  She focused all of her thoughts on falling back to sleep and finishing the dream.  Despite her best efforts, Rainbow just simply wasn't tired enough to nap.  She looked up at the clock:  11:27.  She hadn't even slept for an hour.

She found that her mouth was dry and her spit sticky; she must have slept with her mouth open.  She planned to fix this discomfort.  Placing a Styrofoam cup under the nozzle of the water cooler, she pulled on the handle.  Water began to fall into the cup, making the satisfying sound of liquid making contact with foam.  She downed the cup of water and threw it away in a nearby receptacle.  She took a quick glance in the trash can to find anything of interest – yes, she was already bored enough to look through trash for entertainment.  To her demise, she saw nothing.  She considered going over to the kids' area, but she'd be damned if any of the other people saw her, the fastest flyer in Equestria, playing with kids' toys.  Besides, she thought, all I'd be doing is moving shapes around on a track.  No thanks.

She returned to her chair.  11:35.  Still no nurse calling for Dash.  Still fully awake.  Still bored.  Going back to the trash, Rainbow reclaimed her cup.  She sat back down in her chair and tried to throw the cup into the bin.  Miss.  She retrieved it and tried again.  She made it this time.  Next she tried doing it while lying on her back.  Miss.  Miss.  Score.  Now while hovering above her chair.  Then from the kids' area.  Then from underneath the clock.

The receptionist, by this point, was tired of hearing the sound of cup clattering on floor.  She asked Rainbow to stop in the least irritated voice she could muster.  What is she, the fun police?  Dash began to protest but ended up figuring that it would do her no good, lest she be kicked out.  She plopped back down in her seat, staring blankly at the wall.

I can't believe my luck.  Of course I'd be the one with the appointment after the dying guy.  Or whatever's going on with him.  Why don't they ever have anything fun to do in these waiting rooms?!

She recalled a time when Rarity was complaining about waiting at the post office to sign off on something only for them to not have any pens.  Rainbow Dash thought she was overreacting by a long shot when she first heard her story, but now she could see where she was coming from.  This waiting could make you explode, even over something stupid like pens... pens... Pens! That's it!

Rainbow trotted up to the receptionist's window.  "Do you have any pens I can borrow?"

The receptionist raised a sarcastic brow.  "It depends, are you gonna try to throw them in the trash can?"

"No, no, I'm done with that."

The mare reached over and grabbed a pen out of a mug on her desk.  "Here you go."

Rainbow went back to her seat and picked up the magazine again.  Flipping to an ad with a very beautiful mare, she defiled the image by giving the model a handlebar mustache and holes in her teeth.  She went to the Rarity article next and did the same with her picture, this time adding devil horns as well.  "Haha, that's more accurate!" confessed Dash.  Turning to an Equestria 500 ad, she scribbled down a random address and wrote "Come here for a good time~" next to it.

Three weeks later, Lyra was relaxing on her couch, sketching in her journal.  She always liked to draw humans and make notes about them to pass the time.  She was copying notes from a rather arcane book on anthropology when she heard a knock on her door.  It came as quite the shock when the stallion at her door told her that he had come for a "good time".