The Family Cygnet

Twilight Velvet and Night Light were sitting at their new dining table, drinking her designer wine with a single lit candle between them. It would have looked romantic, if they weren’t Trixie drunk. “I can’t believe she did that to us.”

Night frowned. “Hot crazy scale, Velv. You know it.”

Velvet looked at him. “We’re not teenagers, Night. How the hell did we let that happen?”

He shrugged. “Hot crazy scale. I’m hot. You’re hot. She’s hot. We’re all nuts.”

Velvet frowned, taking another sip. “She’s our daughter! She should be more responsible! She’s perfect and… Fuck. She knows better.”

Night laughed. “No she does not. We both know that. That filly is an enigma wrapped in a… layer… of… enigma e-yer stuff.”

Velvet glared at him. “You’re drunk.”

He smiled back. “Not drunk enough.”

She sighed. “Me neither. I still can’t believe her. I can’t believe us. I can’t believe…” Her eyes lingered on the heart necklace, crumpled on the table.

Night just silently and messily took another swig, spilling it all over the table.

Velvet angrily grabbed the bottle, refilling her cup. “Shining better get her fucking pregnant. I want foals.”

Night held his cup up, gleefully shouting “To foals!” as he accidentally tipped the candle into the spilled wine.