Applejack's Family Bonding

”I’ll have a cider please.”

Applejack nudges you playfully, and you shrug in return as a pewter mug full of frothy golden liquid lands before you, a wink from the barkeep confirming the blind-eye policy the Apples have in place. You take a sip of your cider and find it more bitter than you expected, and after a moment's thought you decide just to chug it down and get it over with. Tipping the mug back, you start to glug noisily, attracting more than a few looks from the bar and a sly smile from Applejack.
Applejack suddenly orders another round and starts matching you, drinking her applewhiskey sours down as fast as you take in your lager.

Before you know what has happened you realize that Applejack has ordered yet another round, and you may have just gotten yourself into a drinking match with the strongest drinkering pone in town.

A bell dings off in the distance and Applejack gives you a wry grin. ”Well alright now, since you’re only a little feller I just want you to go until you’ve had enough.”

She’s pretty sure you’re going to lose. But you know that your dad was the strongest drinkering pony to come out of Appleoosa; there’s a reason his picture hangs in the bar. (Besides the bar fighting.) You let your mind go blank as you grip your cider and gulp it down, keeping your eyes steadily locked on Applejack’s. Her eyes widen slightly, but the fire of an imminent win still burns bright in her, and the confidant smirk on her face only serves to show her underestimation. You match her drink for drink, both of you getting a little clumsier as things progress.

(4)

You take a deep breath, liquid sloshing around in your belly, and slowly start in on the fifth pint; Applejack is swaying gently, her fifth Applewhiskey tenderly sipped at before she downs it completely.

(7)

You knock over the bowl of peanuts as you set down what you believe to be your seventh glass; counting has become more difficult. Applejack is laughing uproariously and pulling you close to her side by now, calling you her “Dern-drinkingest pro-toe-shay.” The scent of hard liquor and applewood and mare sweat floods your nose, and your system kicks in a load of testosterone and adrenaline just when you need it most.

You grab drinks eight and nine and down them both systematically before raising your hooves above your head as the crowd cheers. Applejack looks at you with somewhat unfocused, yet determined eyes and chugs down her eighth applewhiskey with grim determination that almost hurts to watch.

She grasps her ninth and stares into it, seemingly looking for strength to carry on within its depths. And she stares, and stares... And suddenly, she slumps forward onto the counter, a low and smushed groan coming from the bar.

”She’s out like a dry lantern!”

The place erupts and lifts you up, carrying you on a drunken victory lap around the bar; the world swirls around you, and elation surges through your veins at how tonight has turned out. Deposited once more on the ground, you see Applejack drunkenly harassing Apple Cream and rush over to grab your cousin and try to save face.

”Um, sorry Apple Cream, Applejack is just- *hic just- *hic* is not herself right now.”

Applejack whirls around and tackles you into a heap. ”You little cheatin’ no-good rascal! Where in the hay did you learn to put ‘em away like that?”

You start to tell her about your dad, but she quickly interjects with her own interruption.

”Look, I'm going to think that I’m going to go for a break up in the house." She frowns for a minute, but then seems satisfied she got that out correctly. "So, do ya care to join me?”

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I'm not as think as you drunk I am hossifer.