I'm On My Second Cup of Coffee...
And I still can't face the day.
I rolled myself out of bed at nine this morning, deciding it was worth a shot. Boy, was I wrong. It ain't worth it, don't let anypony tell you otherwise. Not after partying. When you were out partying with the Royal Guard all night, no doubt you'd come home hung over. Those guys sure know how to party. It was fun, no doubt, but as an introvert I don't party or socialize well. It just doesn't come natural to me. Hell, I can barely even keep my anxiety down enough to play the piano on stage at a small cafe. Just goes to show what lies behind the alicorn princess mask.
The party was an all-out affair with dancing, booming bass, booze, and everything else one could possibly imagine. I was invited by Rocket to join, and of course, being royalty, everypony there wanted to dance with me. Eventually I was dragged out onto the dance floor by Rocket, who proceeded to put me through a swing dancing routine before some less formal types of dancing took place. That pony sure knows how to dance. By the end of the routine I was on my back, supported by his hooves. He grinned a stupid smile down at me, evoking a slight blush before I looked away. During the free dancing, again it seemed that everyone wanted to dance with me, and sure enough I was passed from guardspony to guardspony on the dance floor. I can't really blame them though; it's not everyday you get a chance at royalty.
By the end of the night, most partygoers were flirting, laughably drunk, or flirting while laughably drunk. Rocket was nearly gone, and he was trying to get me to kiss him. Nope, not yet pal. I was probably pretty far gone as well, for I was (according to Sage, another friend of mine) singing the Sapphire Shores song 'Fireworks' terribly. I don't remember much else, just that again according to Sage, someone kinda pissed me off and that unlucky pony tried to win a fight against me. I say unlucky because Rocket knocked him out cold on the floor. And then I blacked out, probably from sheer exhaustion and social anxiety.
I do however, recall crying shortly afterwards and Rocket holding me as I shook, apparently suffering from a sharp anxiety spike. This often happened to me; I'd panic and lose all sense of time and/or reality, and shake and cry and pace and rant and rave. I felt bad for Rocket, I didn't want him to see royalty like this. I was supposed to be cool and level-headed, and I was most the time, but it was just terrible after the party and I simply couldn't take it, so I just broke down.
By the time I got home, I probably was one mess of a mare.
So that is probably why I was so out of it this morning. I sat there with my head on the table, quivering and trying to bring myself to call Rocket and apologize. I couldn't bring myself to do it, for I knew that if this leaked, my aunt Celestia wouldn't take it. Probably. I should've slept the whole day through for all I or anypony else cared. Now, as I sit here, I can't help but wonder what is going on with Rocket today.
I stood up and trotted over to the coffeemaker, pouring myself another cup of the brew. I put some creamer and milk in it, stirring it with magic before bringing it back to the table and sitting down. I glanced over at the bottle of vodka that resided on the wooden table's far end, deciding against it. I've had enough of that despicable stuff. I rarely drink.
With a sigh, I decided I'd better get this over with and picked up the phone, dialing Rocket.
"Hey, Silver," he answered after a few rings.
"Hi Rocket," I began. "Look, I'm sorry for the way I acted last night. I didn't mean to cause a scene. I just got carried away, and my anxiety ran away with me. Is there any way I could make it up to you?"
He was silent for a short while. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to try and coerce you into kissing me. And I also am sorry for making you dance with me. I should've known better. I knew you were a shy and socially anxious mare, Silverwings. I shouldn't have pushed you past your comfort zone."
"It's fine," I replied curtly. "It was kind of fun. But please, don't do it again. I liked dancing with you, but just don't push me past my comfort zone. And don't get me drunk. I'm the Princess of Flight, remember? I have royal duties and-"
"And Equestrian Flight Regulations to review, I know. You need to stop repeating that darn monologue, Silver."
I laughed. "Okay, okay. Fine."
"Uh, I know parties aren't really your thing, but would you like to go hang out again sometime?"
Now it was my turn to be silent. Sure, I'd go with Rocket somewhere, just not to another wild party at the Guard armory. However, I don't want him to put any silly ideas in his head about us. Eventually, my ever-racing mind settled on a decision. "Sure."
"Perhaps we could go grab coffee sometime. What do you think?"
"I think that sounds perfect." I yawned. "But not today. I need to recover from last night."
"But don't you have those regulations to review?"
"I think I'll take the day off, Rocket. I can't go report in with a hangover. How would that reflect on my public image?"
"True, true. I'll call you later, Silver."
"Alright, see you then." I hung up the phone and decided to try and face the day. Maybe some light reading would do me some good. So, with coffee mug floating in my teal aura, I walked over to the bookshelf and took out Neighnikov's Self-Consistency Theory Explained, settling onto the couch to recharge.
Author's Note
Just a short story on Silverwings and Rocket
