Wasteland Blues

Chapter A Night to Remember

I

P.O.V James

Dustin and Tom had started the party on their own time and had drunken themselves in to a stopped before the first guest arrived. Both passing out half way through the party, though quite a few ponies kept their distance and thankfully only Pinky had tried talking too us. Not that we paid her any mind, but Fuck did she have one hell of a mouth. Seeing both Dustin and Tom to from looking nice to shiftfaced was one plus. I mean Dustin cleaned up nice and Tom didn't look like a psychopath.

Both had by now dropped any pretenses and were drinking like fishes. I got to figger that Dustin should have died about 8 bottles ago. Though the bottles kept coming, the servers always had one ready for them. They even had this amazing tequila, I had I'd say two or three glasses of the stuff. It was strong stuff too, and from the smell so was theirs. "Hey bar keep could I get a cup of coffee? These guys are gonna need it." The bar keep just stood their, lookin at me like I had three heads. "For Fuck sakes don't ya know what coffee is? Fine get me three pitchers of ice water and make it snappy."

the part died down a bit and some of the guest left, most seemed all to glad to be going. I guess we made a bit of an impression, though we only actually killed a handful of them. One of the ponies in the back was throwing back a few and giving me one hell of a stare. She was same one that I ran into in the bakery, and she seemed to be looking for a fight.

Staggering across the room the cowboy pony came up to me lifting a forearm and poking me in the ribs with it. She tried to say something but her speech was too slurred and I couldn't understand her. Something about an Apple and the other day? Tried to push me with her shoulder but I must of had 100 pounds plus my gear. All she eventually gave up and went to sleep on the floor of the bar. I turned to find my companions also asleep and surrounded by an unhealthy number of bottles.

Most of the ponies had left now and I thought the party was over. I sat down in the back and pulled out some playing cards, practicing for when I get back to the glittering lights of New Vegas. The oasis of the strip, where men go to fulfill their desires. A place where being lucky and alive were interconnected. I was for now both, but I knew better than most how that could change. Tom slipped off the table and onto the floor with a thud, a old picture fell out onto the floor with him. It looked to be pre war, but Thomas was in it and he had a family. A wife and kid, must have found some fancy settlement. Never guessed it by how he normally looked, he was more waste than most. I tucked it up into my jacket pocket and took a nap to sleep off the drink.

P.O.V Night Dancer

The glorious restoration of our Mistress was almost complete and I would see the night rain eternal. We had recaptured the savages from the other world, it was too easy though. They must be planning something, why else would they drink so many potions? I mean the large dark one and the thin pale one had enough to kill a normal pony. The third one "James" had three and that was barley enough to knock him out.

These savages had been properly accounted for though, whatever they were planning would fail. Each had robust physical and magical restraints. Not even the vile pretender could escape them, and with one of the elements captured our Mistress was safe. To think such a simple plan would be so effective, Lord Golden Watch had done well. "Mistrunner! Aurora! Bring me the tome and dragon's blood. NOW, we must not delay!" The two scurried around fetching what I asked for and placing them in proper positions. The dragon's blood being poured onto the magical runes carved in the floor. The tome was placed at my hooves and opened. My magic flowed and the rune glowed a deep crimson. The rune last he up the entire room and magic filled the air.

Some of the lesser cult members found their minds falling to the dark power. Their minds and bodies warping into mangled beasts. Their skin ripping and oozing black puss. A few were able to withstand the onslaught and joined in, increasing the power of the spell. The dragon's blood boiled and lifted into the air. Forming a vessel for our dark Lord to inhabit so that she may walk amongst us.

Her dark children of shadow came forth, taking over the weak willed cultist. Morphing their bodies into massive wolf like creatures of pure shadow. "NOW bring fourth our Lord, so that she may have form once more! In darkness we rise, and light we wither!" My commands were headed and the four honor guards stepped forward. Carrying chess of ebony and blackened steel they stepped into the magical circle. Their bodies and the chess becoming part of the spell. Several more cultist fell pray to the wondrous gifts of our Lord, their bodies being strengthened beyond any mortal pony.

A massive ball of magic and spiritual force formed in the middle of the spell. Huge tendrils of shadow flooded into it. We stopped infusing it with our magic, all to awe struck to do anything. The sky darken and we all bowed down each know ing well their place. "I have returned to take vengeance on all those who have wronged me. I see that the lesser races still know who is in charge."

May the night be eternal once more!