Cure for Pain

Authors Note: Yeah, it's been like 16 days since I wrote last. I'm sorry, I work best over holiday breaks, and that ended on the 7th, so... I'm sorry. Things won't be very common or scheduled from this point, but I will NEVER stop writing. Tencentpartycannon here, hoping you enjoy this next part.

Part 10: Future in the Past

“Walker…” Octavia stuttered, amazed at the predicament that lay before her. Here she was, in the middle of her coltfriend and an unbelievably drunk friend, who had arrived in the middle of the night for seemingly no reason. Both had yet to have been introduced to each other. “This is Berry. Berry Punch.”

“Nice to meet you.” Walker said, putting out his hoof to greet Berry. “Absolutely charmed.” Berry said in response, avoiding the hoof and walking over to the couch, falling onto it and hardly maintaining a state of consciousness.

“Berry…” Octavia said, holding back absolute rage at her purple friend. “Why are you here?” Berry simply looked over, a drunkenly content look on her face. “Well, I got drunk, and I thought I would come over here, because it’s closer to the pub.”

“You live RIGHT by the pub, Berry.” Octavia said, covering her face with a hoof. “You walk through a door FROM your apartment INTO the bar.”

“Whatever.” Berry said, walking over to Octavia and hardly avoiding tripping on her own hoofs. “I wanted a place to crash, and MY house…” her voice turned seductive. “didn’t have you in it.”

“JUST GO UPSTAIRS AND GO TO SLEEP THEN, BERRY!” Octavia yelled, her friend seemingly unphased by the increase in volume. “Sleep the night away.”

“But aren’t you coming with m-“ Berry started before Octavia started pushing her friend up the stairs. “Berry, I know enough about you to know when you’re going to regret something, and nine out of ten times, those things are when you’re drunk.

“Now GO. TO. SLEEP.” Octavia said, slamming the door to the guest bedroom closed and retreating back downstairs to her confused coltfriend. “It’s alright.” Was all Octavia had to say before she sat down, finally enjoying her time again.

“Hey.” I said, my marefriend cuddling up to me on the couch. “I need to go to the restroom, okay?”

“Okay, you know where it is.” Octavia said, prying herself away from me. “Just be quiet. We don’t want her to wake up.”

“Oh come on.” I said, laughing. “I could blast In Utero right next to her and she wouldn’t even budge.”

Her look of confusion made me realize that I had yet to introduce her to that album, and that I had one more thing to do in the morning other than tend to the drunken beast. “I’ll explain later.” I said, retreating up the stairs to the bathroom.

I closed the familiar white door to the bathroom and faced the calming picture of a daisy as I did what I needed to do.

“You don’t deserve her, you know.” I heard from beside me. I looked to my left to find a familiar looking purple pony, staring straight into my eyes, weirdly lacking the drunken glaze that had once covered them.

“AH!” I yelled, backing away and painfully stopping what I had been doing. “What the HELL are you doing here?”

“That’s neither here nor there.” Berry responded. “All I know is that she is too good for you. You’re a bum! The only thing you have going for you is your musical ability, and that isn’t much.”

“And besides…” she concluded pointing to the spot between my hind legs. “I’ve seen FAR bigger.”

I didn’t know what to say after that, and Berry could see my confusion and unresponsiveness, so she simply shrugged and turned to leave.

“Hey.” I said, my rage finally boiling to my head. “I don’t know why you’re talking; Octavia would NEVER date a 24-hour drunk like you.”

“Oh really?” Berry said, looking at me and piercing me with her stare. “You wish.”

With that, she retreated to the guest room opposite the bathroom, the door not even fully ajar before she collapsed on the floor in a drunken mess, prompting an awkward laugh from me.

“Bitch.” I muttered, dragging her into the bedroom and putting her on the bed before going back down to the living room with my marefriend, the last words Berry muttered before passing out ringing through my brain and my brain being clouded with the phrase “you wish.”