When It's Time

WHEN IT'S TIME

...

"Hey Tender, gimmie another soda, will ya?"  you beg of Tender Heart, your friend and bar tender.  Knowing full and well that it wasn't soda he was serving you, he reluctantly passes you another shot of "soda".   Throughout your life, you have vowed to never consume alcohol, as you have seen what it can do to some ponies.  You much rather prefer to call it "soda".  It is much more innocent that way.  Adjusting your rear, you get comfortable in the worn and beaten bar stool, preparing to indulge in your dirty habit once again.

*GULP*

"One..."

*GULP*

"Two.."

*GULP*

"Threee..."

*GULP*

"Fer"

*SPLASH..*

"Fiv..."

*THUNK*

"Oush..."

Needless to say, you can't hold your liquor very well.

...

You wake up on the filthy floor of the old bar, clutching on to a clear bottle of soda like it would save your life.  Tender is sitting there, cleaning the dingy mugs behind the counter.  "What time is it?"  you ask, the words struggling to escape the confines of your brain, eventually making the daring escape past your drooling lips and into the air of the bar that smelled of beer and sadness.  "About time for you to be getting home buddy, I think you have overstayed you due." explains Tender.  "It's not that I don't enjoy your company or anything, but you were here all night, mumbling in your sleep about some jazz music or something.  You need some rest.  Without alcohol."

You cringe as you realize what you were talking about in you drunken slumber.  Even at the place where memories come to die, that one still persists to haunt you.

"Yeah, well thanks for letting me sleep on the cold floor.  At least it wasn't covered in beer this time."  You jokingly remark to your friend. Well at least I'm sober enough to talk straight.

Leaving this horrid place was the best part of your day.

...

At home, you sit on the battered couch, watching the Macy's Day Parade on your old television, appreciating the powers of unicorn magic.  What would you do without it?  Not be watching television, that's what.

You take a sip from your "Big Ass Coffee Mug of Fuck You", appreciating the off white color

You have taken this same routine for the past few months.  Bar, T.V., Coffee, Bar, repeat.  A bit redundant.

Taking a break from the abnormally redundant thing that is your life, you decide to use your almost pristine bed for once, and just skipping the bar entirely.  Your dreams take you away to a time when you where happy.