A few crumbs of star wrestled with the moon's light and the city's evening glow as a rush of cheering issued from the Crystal Prep gymnasium beneath, to mingle in the susurrus of distant, incessant traffic.

"Y'know", Sunset said, and Twilight could feel her grin, "I think I get what you meant when you said you like volleyball games."

Twilight hmmm'd pleasantly.

"I feel sorry for the janitor, though."

"Don't worry." Twilight flashed her own smirk. "I'll make sure he finds his keys again."

Author's Note

Written for the June 2021 prompt, "Sleight of Hand"