The Tales of Ink Flow

I have to admit, Redheart was a sight for sore eyes. It's been almost 8 years since I last saw her, 8 years since I left Manehattan. We shared drinks and old memories like two friends do. She became a nurse at Manehattan (she did have that Red Cross cutie mark). Ever since we were little, she loved helping others. I learned that she also lives in Trottingham, and is the head nurse at Trottingham Medical.

"So," Redheart began. "What has the illustrious Ink Flow been doing since then?"

I took a quick sip of my wine and set the glass down on my desk, next to my typewriter. "I've been running. Writing and running. I'd write when my past wouldn't stop harassing me, run when something suspicious and familiar came up, causing me to move. And I have a good feeling my stay here will be cut quite abruptly."

"Unfortunately." Red responded.

I looked out my window at the Twin Tails River, how it flowed towards the Great Sea just West of Canterlot. Manehattan was very far away.

"My life has been quite bland and simple, despite the occasional intrusions." I continued. "And I'd like to keep it that way, honestly."

"Heh, if only." the pink nurse shook her head and emptied her glass. I telekinetically refilled it, resulting in an empty wine bottle. I raised an eyebrow; I was only on my second glass, she had about five.

"Quite the tolerance you have nowadays." I remarked with a smirk. "Not the innocent little Redheart I remember."

The white mare shot me a poisonous glare as I laughed. "It was one party! They never told me that the 'Wonderbolt' was alcoholic."

"Oh, really?" I was still smiling. I haven't smiled this long in a while. "Did you finally realize it during or after you got up on a table, started to dance, and sang your rendition of 'Ballad of the Crystal 'Fucking' Ponies'?"

I laughed again, this time wiping a tear; that particular memory was hilarious to reminisce about. However, Redheart wasn't the only one here with some past blunders.

"At least I didn't make out with my cousin." She retorted with a smug smile.

Now, THAT really shut me up. Damn, she remembered that? "C'mon Red, it's not like she knew anyway, Octavia was quite drunk, perhaps she thought I was that Vinyl filly."

Red shook her head, and laughed. "Tavi told me that she actually remembers you kissing her, and that you were the drunk one trying to kiss her."

"Hey now, no need to get to the actual details." I said, trying to stop the situation from getting worse. I finished my wine glass, just in case, though. Red heart continued.

"You even kept moaning and calling Tavi, 'Luminara, my love!' You though you were kissing your fanfic character!" She began to howl with laughter. I decided to retort with my own memory, now that I was alcohol fueled.

"At least I didn't puke on the Manehattan Mayor's dog!"

"At least I didn't get lost in the mall and start crying at 12 years old!"

"I wasn't the one who became gothic and antisocial!"

"Yet you're the one who became the coward and ran away from everything!"

I don't know why, but I lunged and tackled her to the ground. I wasn't thinking, nor did I know what was going on. It was most likely that she didn't know either. I came back to my senses to realize that we were locked in a deep, romantic kiss. Her eyes were closed, obviously enjoying it. I mentally shrugged,and let my very light tolerance to alcohol break, letting everything turn black, yet warm with the heat of Redheart and me cuddling on the wooden floor of my apartment.