Applejack's Family Bonding

Well, you suppose there really is no use worrying about it now; your parents are gonna be pissed, and you’ll have make-up work with Cheerilee, but nothing world-ending.

Helping Applejack, you find the elixir and each down a swig; it works, although you did burp up an unnerving amount of blue steam. You walk out together, gingerly stepping over the bodies of a few unconscious ponies here and there before making it to the porch. Applejack gives you a wink and says that she hopes you’ll come to the next party, though “No harm in having one with just the two of us again.”
You head down the stairs, but trip at the very bottom over two ponies, one of who stirs from the inky blackness of passed-out sleep.

”Hmm, whuzzat?”
You look at the disheveled Purple pone before you, same one from last night, and everything clicks. ”M-Miss Cheerilee?!”

”Who’s askin’?” She focuses. “Oh! Erm, good morning! Wait, why aren’t you in class?”

”I could ask the same thing.”

You both stare each other down before nodding in an unspoken agreement; she won’t tell if you won’t. You trot on home, your heart growing heavier with each step as you approach the front door, pulling it open to fin that your parents are not even in sight.

”Mom? Dad? Look, I have a perfectly good explanation for all of this!”
The house is completely quiet. There is a note on the table

‘Left early this morning for harvest and construction, set an alarm for you though! Much love.’

You allow yourself a smug smile as you set the note back down, but a few seconds later that smile falters at the sound of an plowcart stopped outside; which can only mean that your dad is home. Keeping it together, you run upstairs and grab the alarm clock,rewinding and replacing it before trotting into the bathroom and starting the shower. You hear your Dad enter the house and his approach up the stairs

”Baby, are you home early too? I could help wash you if you like…”

OH GOD NOPE NOPE NOPE SAY SOMETHING

”Dad, it’s me, I woke up sick this morning. I think it might be from dinner, my greens had some speckles on the roots.”

Things are awkwardly quiet as your dad walks in and grabs his harness chafing powder before making a quick exit.
You continue to lay in the shower, soaking in cool water and letting what feels like weeks pass, reliving the first wild party of your life over and over again, and anticipating the next one.