Night Among Royalty

Fleur and Fancy brush past me and I walk back into the palace and find the closest exit into the city. I ask some of the night life if they've seen a dragon the size of the hoofball and they point me to the bakery district. I look through six bakeries until I see a familiar green and purple reptile sitting at the counter and enter the shop.

“I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough!” Spike tells the shop keeper.

I sit next to Spike and the shop keep drops a sprinkled donut in front of him.

“Good evening sir! What can I get for you?” He asks

“Black coffee and a maple bar” I answer.

“So what took you so long?” Spike growled drinking his cocoa.

“Hey I wanted to be here but Twilight wanted the princess to know her favorite prisoner was still under control, got into an argument with the leader of the Wonderbolts and got into a chess match that took longer than I expected.”

“Did you win?” Spike asks.

“No... I didn’t” I growl as the coffee freshly baked dough is placed in front of me which I scarf down without a second thought.

Spike chuckles “You have to savor it-” he splits the multi colored pastry in half and slides my piece over “-So aside from nearly getting killed by Spitfire, how was the Gala?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely boring” I answer this time chewing the half-donut and tasting the different flavors then washing it down with the bitter taste of caffeine.

I may have failed to shorten my sentence but when the group walks in each with the look of humiliation and regret in their eyes I get the feeling that we were able to bring a little excitement into the Gala and if abusing the locals while causing millions of bits in property damage is exciting enough then I can’t wait for the next Gala.