It was a cold night,the streets of Canterlot were quiet but the bars. Some with high class, some with low class. It didn't matter to Blueblood what bar he went to, as long as they had strong whiskey and good cider he'll either drink till he passes out or the bartenders will just say-"No!" The bartender said angerly."I am your prince I am the one who collects your taxes! Now give me another shot!" He slammed his hoof on the table."No,you've had enough now just relax-" the bartender said.
"Relax!?" He yelled. "How can I relax when everyone in the damned world hates me!?" Tears began to well up."Hey! If your going to start crying you can get out!" He said with demand."Not until I get another drink!~" he said with rage and was at the point he wanted to throw the table at him."Boys!" The bartender yelled, tow large stallions bucked Blueblood clean out of the bar and into the street."Oof!" He hit the ground with a thud. "Just you wait! I'll have this establishment condemned!"
He never got what he wanted most. A good glass of cider/wine cocktail and someone to love, ever since the events of the gala he has tried again and again. Crippling his own reputation, 9 mares he's dated always on the third date the tell him "I'm sorry this wont work out" or they would just never come. Why? Because they feel he's more attached to his flask than them, he's always crying and yelling. He begs then not to leave, but their hearts are cold. For nearly half of the mares are now married and in public when he asks them to take him back they reject ever being with him.
"J-just you wait." He said with his voice shaking. He stumbled down the road, his vision blurred from the alcohol flowing in his blood. "No body loves me~" he began to hiccup. "My reputation is ruined~" he lost his balance on the cobble stone but caught himself. "And it's all Rarities fault~" he grumbled to himself. "YOU HEAR ME RARITY IT'S YOUR FAULT!" He walked into an ally and fell over. "It's all your fault~" he began weeping and curled up, tears flowed down his face and into a small puddle on the ground. He slammed his hooves on the ground and he bawed, he didn't want to live like this but there was no where to go. No one wants to help him, his friends don't give him advice, he can't stop his drinking habit. Celestia, his aunt always tells him it will be ok, but nothing happens nothing is ok.
"I-I-I should go h-home.." He picked himself up and went to his large estate, he went to his royal bed chambers and lied down where he continued to weep and cry. He wanted to stay in his room forever but every so often he would, some times for weeks he'll stay in his room and cry. He only leaves to go to a ball, a meeting of congress, or just to go to a bar and drink to his broken hearts content. He locked his door and curled up under his covers, then drank himself to sleep. The bottle of wine fell from his lips and crashed onto the floor.
The sun rose as usual, the sunlight have him a roaring headache. That or his hangover from last night, he picked himself up and got dressed. Trotting his way to the dining hall, the large table with a thousand chairs yet only he's the only one to sit there. He packed a flask with him."..maybe a second, for good measures." He packed a second flask and before leaving the door."AHG!" His head pounded and throbbed."Maid!-NNG! Fetch me a glass of seltzer water!" A maid ran to him, a glass of water trailing behind her."Here you go my prince." She trotted away. After drinking the entire glass in record time, he went outside for a walk in the park.
He wasn't rely much to look at, his hair was a mess and his face was growing slightly fuzzy. A 6-o-clock shadow on his face. He walked around and didn't look at anyone just strait ahead. Ponies would comment his looks."when was the last time he shaved?"
"He needs to get his main brushed and trimmed."
"He wreaks of alcohol,I can smell him from here."
Comments like those he could pick up in the crowds and he has grown into a hard shell, hollow and empty of emotion for others.
"Hey mommy look, is the prince.""Yes it is." He began to pick up their conversation,they were right next to him. "Now don't become him-"
"Piss off!" He shouted at her and continued on his way. His empathy has hit the bottom of the bucket and began to seep into the ground, he would have fits of anger and rage by the slightest comment about him. Good, he smiles to himsleft and keeps walking not giving a thank you nor an as for you. The slightest comment that he considers to be offensive he explodes, his head began to hurt slightly again so he took out the flask and it floated up to his lips.
"Drinking this early?" He looked up. The elite fancy pants stood over him."Oh-uh no, I was just giving it a whiff." He said
"With your mouth?" He replied."It's how I give it a taste without drinking it..it tastes sweet and strong." He said begining to blush of embarrassment."Come, let's find a good bench in the sun to lie down on." He said with a smile."Th-That sounds nice." He followed Fancy to a park bench where they lied down on a sunny bench.
"..how has your day been going?" Fancy started."Not very good, a mother told her son not to become me..and I haven't had a drink yet-." He was interupted."You really need to stop drinking,Friend." He said.
"I know but Cherice wine is my only girlfriend.." Blueblood said sadly."Cherice wine isn't a woman, it's a wench that ruins lives and relationships." He said.
"But it takes my pain away, you know what I've been through!" He said."I know.." He began. "9 unsuccessful dates that only intend to break your heart." He spoke with strong empathy towards Blueblood."I can help you.""I can do it." Blueblood said."But you'll have to give up your drinking." Fancy replied."I can't do it." He said hanging his head down. Fancy sighed, and shook his head."It will be hard, obviously. But you have to at least try, can we start?" Fancy said.
"..will it begin with not drinking?" Blueblood said"Yes." Fancy replied.
Blueblood let out a sight "..in a weeks time I will submit to your offer in a weeks time."
"Take as long as you like blueblood, I'll see you at my estate in a week." He hopped off of the bench and trotted away. Blueblood sat and thought about the choice he had to make.
