WAY Out of place

by TheObserver1231

Chapter 11: Talking it out

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She set a brown bottle down on the counter and levitated a shot glass over to it, pouring the golden brown liquid into the glass. She nudged the glass over to me and I raised my head to look at it.

I sighed and picked it up in my teeth and knocked it back, swallowing it and letting the closest hint of a burn be washed away. Not like it was the first time I had to do it like that. I set it down onto the counter and stared at it. I patted my hoof on the counter and she refilled it. I picked it back up in my teeth and knocked the shot back, setting it back down and patting my hoof on the counter again. She refilled it and I knocked it. Over and over.

At least half a dozen or so had been taken in and I still patted my hoof on the counter for more. She stared wide eyed as she poured me one after another and I still drank them with out falter. Once a dozen was broken she corked the bottle and put it back up. "Okay, that's just not possible." She said shaking her head, her mane bouncing a bit from it. "Nopony can drink that much and still be alive, nopony.

"Then I guess I'm nopony." I slurred. "Caushe that shit's weak." I patted my hoof on the counter again. "Keep it comin'"

"Uh uh, I'm stopping you before you hurt yourself anymore." She said shaking her head. "I really should have stopped you earlier, but I was hoping you'd call it quits and stop yourself."

I buried my face back into my forelegs. "Everyone quitsh on me. Why would you be different?"

She stared confused at me. "You know most ponies who come here leave as happy drunks. You're a first."

"Why should I be happy? Every thing I do ish just one fuck up after another. I don't have a reashon to drink happy anymore." I slurred out before pushing back and toppling the stool I sat in. I hit the floor back first with a loud thud, yet only only lied there staring at the ceiling.

She leaned over the counter to look at me. "You still alive?"

"Téigh a fuck féin le buidéal fuisce." I answered.


"Did you find Pinkie?" Twilight asked turning to Rainbow Dash.

"Nope, couldn't find her." She said shaking her head.

"She probably went back to Sugar cube Corner. I guess we won't have to worry about her. She's okay at least."

All the others nodded with her.

"Spike?!" Twilight called out.

"Right here." He said walking up behind her, causing her to jump

"Oh, Spike, there you are. Have you seen Kian anywhere?"

"Uh nope, haven't seen him." He said shrugging.

"Who?" Rarity asked

"Kian, James' younger brother. He came with us from their...home." She tried, hoping it would pass by Applejack.

"You mean the other pony that was with you?" Fluttershy asked. "The earth pony?"

Twilight nodded.

"I wonder where he's at." Rainbow said holding a hoof to her chin.

"No time." Applejack said starting for the door. "From what Twi told me, that big fella could do some damage if we don find him."

Twilight along with Rainbow, Applejack, Rarity, and Fluttershy walked along the streets looking for me. They asked a few ponies only to receive shaking heads. Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash flew from block to block asking and received only shrugs and shaking heads. Rarity raised a hoof with an idea. She asked for a piece of paper and quill, promptly receiving them. She quickly sketched out an image of my tattoo. They showed that around and still received only shakes and a few tilting heads. They gathered and sat together trying to figure out another plan. A light brown earth pony with a dark brown mane looked down at picture and tapped Twilight shoulder. He pointed in a direction and Twi smiled hopefully.

They hurried down the street, hoping the lead was right.


The mare walked around the counter and stood over me, nudging her hoof at my side. "You okay?"

"Jusht leave me alone." I grumbled turning away.

She sighed and lied down next to me. "You're on my floor, I can't exactly just leave you. What if more customers show up?"

"I don't care." I groaned.

"What's the matter?" She asked.

"It'sh nothing alright, just nothing."

"If it was nothing then you wouldn't be drunk and on my floor grumbling about it, now would you?" She smirked.

I sighed and extended my left foreleg out. "Fine."

"hmmm." She looked along it at the tattooing. "Never seen something like this before. Is this stuff what's bothering you?"

"The name." I grumbled. "The name."

She leaned close and read it, tiliting her head to the side to try to make sense of it. "Twilight?"

I only grunted and set my foreleg back down.

"The only Twilight I know of is the librarian. Is she what's bothering you?" She asked.

I groaned and turned. "Why am I shuch an asshole?"

"What happened?" She sighed.

"I got mad at Pinkie and yelled at her. Now they all hate me, even her."

"Don't worry,"She said patting a hoof on my back. "They can't stay mad forever, right? Just say your sorry and things will be fine."

"I doubt that. I'll just cock that up like I have everything else in my life."

"Alright, let me try to understand this a little more. Why do you have that stuff written on you?" She asked confused.

"Back home, when we were there...I went and got it to show her...how much I love her." I trailed off.

"Does she love you back?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Then stop feeling sorry for yourself. Finding love isn't a mistake, and having rough waters is just part of it. She'll forgive you and so will her friends, just stop taking everything for more than it is and forgive yourself. You can never really make her mad at you...unless you cheat on her."

"I'd never do that!" I snapped turning over.

"Calm down, you've got her name written on you. I think dibs have already been taken." She smiled.

I sighed and looked her in the eye. "What'sh you name?"

"Butterscotch Sundae." She said smiling.

I thought about it and stumbled to my feet. "Thanksh for...all that. I really do need to stop taking theingsh sho sherioushly.

"My pleasure." She beamed. "Not everyday I get to help out someone like in my stories."

"Big reader?" I asked.

"No, I write novels in my free time. More of hobby than the job it used to be."

"What d'you write about?" I asked stumbling to my hooves.

"Things..." She trailed off. "Naughty things." I could see the corner of her mouth rise at that.

I sighed and took a few shambling steps before stumbling and falling face first. "I'm not going anywhere for now. Got one on you?"

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