Lyca Origin

The poofy pony cocked her head before turning back to face me. "So, you have a talking crow? That's so cool!" She bounced down from the bunk bed and started rifling through her bulging saddlebags, tossing colorful streamers and balloons everywhere. Her hips swayed back and forth as she tossed things out of her saddlebags, surprisingly making everything look almost organized.

I took this chance and glanced to her flank, noticing the three balloons that adorned it. So, she was a party pony. Inhaling through my nose, I picked up and memorized her scent. Vanilla, with a hint of cotton candy, sugar, and strawberry. It was almost too sweet to handle, and I snorted most of the scent from my nostrils.

In about thirty seconds, our room looked like it was ready for a party. I couldn't fathom why, though, as I was informed that she was having a welcoming party when she got here -which I made sure to be absent for- and I just did not understand how somepony,even if she did have a balloon cutie mark, could stand to party more than once in a night.

Then, she did something I really wasn't expecting. An all too familiar, all too enticing smell permeated the air as she popped the top on a plastic water bottle and took a swig. My eyes widened as she half-emptied the bottle in one sip, and a slow smile crept onto my face. 'Perhaps, she's not quite as young and innocent as I thought...'

"98 proof dandelion vodka, made in Germaneigh, am I correct, Miss Pie?" I asked, already sure of the answer as the scent started to fade. I glided down off my bed and headed straight for my desk, as Pinkie sheepishly nodded, tucking away the bottle. "Just how old are you, Pinkie?"

"I'll be fifteen tomorrow!" Pinkie giggled and started to rummage through her bags once more. "That reminds me! When's your birthday? I wanna know when to throw your surprise party!" She produced a huge calender that would be impossible to fit into the saddlebag it came out of. I tensed just as I was about to open a panel in my desk, the mention of my birthday freezing me in place.

"A day as foul as the anniversary of my birth should not be celebrated..." I muttered under my breath, not realizing I said it aloud. Pinkie merely giggled and walked over to me, not yet able to see the look of despair on my face.

"Don't be silly! Everypony should have a party on their birthday! Why would you ever say that..?" It was then that she looked me in the eyes, and trailed off. Her eyes took on a softer, more focused look, and her smile slowly disappeared. Those bright blue orbs that had seemed to absolutely glow with happiness burned into my own goldenrod wells.

"What's so bad about your birthday, Lyca..?" The look in her eyes was too much, causing me to turn my head away from the soul-searching gaze. Images were flashing through my mind that I feared she would somehow see, as if my eyes were like tiny television screens.

Shivering, I shrugged the hoof she placed on my should away. "Look, Miss Pie, I just met you. There is no way I am willing to tell you why I hate the anniversary of my birth just yet. maybe another day..." 'Or never...' "I will, however, allow you to know the day. I was born October thirteenth," I muttered quietly, popping open a panel on the side of my desk.

Reaching into the large hole, I pulled out a bottle of the aforementioned vodka, hoofing it over to the disgruntled earth pony. After she took it, I rummaged through my collection of alcohols and pulled out a sizable bottle 3/4 full of green liquid labeled Gargle Blaster; A sure-fire way to forget your night in one shot. Disregarding the long line of warnings and possible side effects, I downed another quarter of the potent liquor.

"Keep the Vodka ash a welcome gift, ansh fell free tsoo raid mah shtash angytime. Ayh'm goin' tah go shee Shcratchiee!" 'Oh no...slurred speech already, and my mind's starting to lose focus as well...' With great effort, I managed to put the thought destroying liquid back in my hidden cabinet and sloppily open the window enough to let myself out. Upon closing said window, I looked back in time to see Pinkie sniff the Gargle Blaster and recoil before pouring about a half-shot into a glass.

I tapped on the window to get her attention, pointing towards a pile of newly bought snacks, and motioning that she shouldn't drink it without some food nearby. She smiled as I saluted and headed off towards the bar my friend Vinyl said she was working at this week.