"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! THE WONDERBOLTS!"

I heard the soft reverberation of the loudspeaker introduce the aerial acrobatics team, and the show was going to begin. It was a real turnout tonight. Almost every seat was filled, and there was a mile-long line by the ticket counter. Good for the celebrities who get to fly in circles and earn eight-figure pay checks, but alas the pendulum swings both ways, and I get to clean up the mess that the crowd leaves in their wake. It's completely fair! I work my ass off, and make less than them! All because their name was on the posters.

The earnings aren't even the problem. It's the fact that I'm not even recognized in this damn stadium! I'm among the few workers here, but the celebrities don't give me thanks. They just brush off the workers like dust in the wind, and they fly in more and more circles. What's better is they just picked up this oh-so-cute mare right off the street and placed her on the team. What was her name? Rainbow.......Dash? Yeah, Rainbow Dash. Little Miss Celebrity herself.

Still, though I had a adamant hatred for the team, I couldn't avoid Mother Nature and her teasing ways. The mares on that team were amazing in the looks department. They all had tight flanks, and amazing racks. Moreover, the staff says that they are terrible teases, only making them more beautiful in my eyes. I hate myself nightly for this, but this Rainbow Dash girl was the prettiest of them all. Her rainbow mane wasn't the only thing eye-catching about her. Her attitude, her eyes, and that "special move", the Seismic Boom-Boom?, all occupied my list of amazing thing about her.

"AND GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO OUR NEWEST WONDERBOLT! RAINBOW DASH!" the loudspeaker boomed again. "TONIGHT! WATCH HER PERFORM HER SIGNATURE MOVE: THE SONIC RAINBOOM!"

Oh yeah, Sonic Rainboom. Not that it even mattered to me. I walked over to the supply closet and grabbed my broom. The show was ending soon, and the true audience would reveal itself.

Slobs. Slobs! These fans are slobs! It wasn't hard to go throw your trash in the provided cans! So why leave it for me to clean up. I've seen it all. Cups, bowls, forks, money, condoms (sometimes used), even baby clothes. My iClod continued to blast the dubstep music into my left ear as my broom slowly cleansed the cloudy stadium. I was slowly feeling the rage build in me.

Why do I sit here and clean this....this...this SHIT?!, I thought.

My thought decided to personify themselves.

"WHY DO I CLEAN THIS SHIT EVERY WEEK!"

My wings splayed out in anger, my words piercing the heavens. I threw the broom down and flopped into one of the seats.

"Hang on guys! I forgot something!", a voice resounded from the stalwart sky.

I looked up, only to see a streak of rainbow fly towards the fliers entrance.

"She can't get in", I observed out loud.

I rolled my eyes and trudged over to the door.

"Come on! Open! My wallet's in there!", the voice shouted at the door.

She gave it a quick kick, only to have it budge a single inch. I walked up to her, patted her shoulder and inserted my master key to the locked door. It clicked open, and I moved the heavy door open for her.

"There you go.", I muttered.

"Ah! Thanks man!", she sprinted into the door, but she stopped mid stride, and turned to face me.

"W-wait here for a quick 'sec!", she shouted back at me.

I shrugged, and waited for the streak to reappear at the door.

True to her word, ten seconds later she was back beside me.

"Hey thanks guy!", she panted.

"It's fine.", I replied to the tired mare.

"I've never seen you around here before. Well in case you don't know, I'm Rainbow Dash!" She extended her hand for a shake.

I took her hand and replied, "Leg Sweep."

"So are you lost, or are you trying to get into the girl's locker room?"

"Well, since I work here and I have a key, I could if I wanted to."

"Work here? What do you do?"

I gestured to the entire stadium theatrically. "Janitorial staff!", I shouted in false pride.

"O-oh. W-well you do a good....job?"

"Oh gee! Little Miss Celebrity, who flies in circles for a living, approves of my cleaning skills. I'm SO FLATTERED!"

She looked stricken by my words, a sad look now on her face. I felt like a complete ass.

"Uh, listen. I'm sorry, I....I just hate my job is all.", I tried with the mare.

Her sadness still didn't fade.

"I-I'm sorry. I just wasn't thinking is all.", she said, her voice.....pleading?

Coming from a brash mare like her, I thought she'd be a little more arrogant.

"It's okay Rainbow Dash. It's my own damn fault. I just thought if I took a job here, maybe I would be noticed in the world. Maybe I could say 'Hey! I hung out with The Wonderbolts!', but no, I'm stuck cleaning for them.", I said spilling my guts out.

She smiled exactingly, and looked at me with those purple eyes.

"Do you want to hang with The Wonderbolts?", she whispered.

My eyes shot open in confusion. "What?"

"Yeah! Come on! Come hang with me and my friends!"

"B-but the stadium..."

"I'll help you finish it tomorrow, or I'm not the element of Loyalty!"

I gave it some real consideration, but come on! The Wonderbolts? I'm not missing this! "Yeah, I'll come."

"Cool! Go grab your car, and we'll head out!"

I splayed my wings for her, and smirked.

"Cars? In Cloudsdale? Funny!" I took to the air above her, and she grinned back at me.

"Try and keep up!", she shouted as she streaked past me.

The bar was a quaint little place. It was a small building, but managed to be filled with all sorts of people. Mares, Stallions, and Celebrities. The Wonderbolts were crowded around the counter talking amongst themselves.

"Take a seat man!", Rainbow Dash said as she clapped me on the back.

I took a seat a small distance from the team, and Rainbow went to greet the them.

"What'll you have?", the bartender said.

"Anything. Something to calm my nerves.", I said, my gaze never leaving the celebrities.

He slid a shot of whiskey my way, and I threw it back without missing a beat. The burning sensation trickled down my throat, and I rolled my shoulder back.

"Haha! Damn! Another!", I said as the alcohol entered my system.

A certain mare looked at me over her Long Island. I threw back four more shots of the liquor, and my previous anger was burned away by the whiskey.

"Hey dude! You can hold your liquor!", the mare shouted at me.

She walked over and noticed the logo on my shirt.

"Are you a Wonderbolt, cause I'm captain, and I don't know you.", Spitfire said to me.

I swallowed my fifth shot, and looked up at her.

"Nope. I'm your janitor. Leg Sweep at your service!", I said through my buzz.

I looked around the room, and saw Rainbow sitting with some Griffon girl.

I pointed to the Griffon and said, "Who's she?"

Spitfire looked at the individual I was pointing at, and adopted a look of disgust.

"Ugh, that's Gilda. Don't talk to her, she'll probably just kill you. That bitch." Spits muttered the last part of her statement.

"Not a fan of hers?"

"No, none of us are."

"Why is that?"

"'Cause I'm pretty sure she beats Rainbow."

"What?! You sure?"

"I can't be certain." Spits took the stool next to me, and she looked into my eyes.

"Sometimes in the shower, Rainbow has bruises in all sorts of places, but I don't know if they're from Gilda or Rainbow's recklessness. She's new, so she still crashes in practise, so that could easily be the cause, but.." Spits pointed back to the couple.

Gilda was saying something intense to Rainbow, and she was looking down at her hands. Gilda grabbed her chin, and jammed her mouth to Rainbow's.

"..It's moment's like that that tell me otherwise."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"To Rainbow, yes, but she denies it and zooms off to practise like nothing happened."

"Sounds like a real problem."

"Yeah, but why should you care. I imagine you hate me."

"Well, yeah, but I still want to help. Got a plan?"

"Actually, yeah!" Spits got close to me, and began to whisper.

"So here's the deal. I'm making you an Honorary Wonderbolt, 'kay? But it has to seem legit, so we'll have a drinking contest, and you'll beat me. You'll be part of the team, and try to help Rainbow since she won't talk to us.", Spits said into my ear.

I nodded at the plan, but then a real hole came into view.

"Uh, what if I loose?", I asked in a panic.

"Don't worry, I've got it all planned."

She stormed to her hooves, and looked down at me with a smirk.

"Oh! Is that a challenge?!", she shouted.

I rose to my feet, and smirked back.

"Yeah! Pick your game!"

Spits pointed at the bar, and the bartender returned with a large tray of beers.

"Okay fine! Whoever can hold the most beers, wins!", she exclaimed.

"Okay!", I replied

"Name your stakes, colt!"

"If I win, you make me a Wonderbolt!"

The team broke into a chorus of "oos", "Ahhs", and "Is this foal fucking nuts?".

"If I win, you're my slave for three months!"

I saw Soarin' give an annoyed twitch at her stakes. Clearly, he wanted my position.

"Fine! Let's go!" We took seat next to each other, and the bartender delivered the beer.

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

And we were off. I wasn't sure if Spits was trying to loose or not, but I was already ahead by one.

Come on Legs! You can win this!, I thought. After about four beers, my vision was getting weird, and I fell woozy. Just.....keep.....going!

Spits was starting to slow down, and a large blush took its place over her muzzle. She only had six beers when her head hit the table. I didn't even notice, I just kept drinking. The crowd in the bar kept clapping and cheering. I've never gotten this much attention before, and it felt great! This is how the celebrities feel! My new-found confidence prompted me to get another two beers in my gut, leaving me at eight. I won! And even my drunk mind knew it! The Wonderbolts were cheering, and the bartender was nodding in approval! I wanted to get up and boast, but the ground wanted a hug first.

Author's Note

Axel. 'Nuff said