Hyacintho Binge

             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.