Discord Day Party

       Prisma walked into the bar to the ending of 'Pony Rock Anthem'. She plunked down on an empty bar stool and ordered her first round, swigging it back and ordering another. She started a tab and put the drinks on it, watching the door for any of her guests. She'd invited a ton of ponies, and some of them were her mom and aunt, as well as her sister and her friends. Her dad was busy wrangling in the cotton candy clouds released annually on Discord Day, and the boss had promised him a raise if he could finish the job alone before midnight, and he'd accepted.

     As she pounded back another mug, the first of her party guests started trickling in: first her mom, in Nightmare Moon form for the occaision, with her aunt Celestia walking next to her, and her sister Twilight walked next to them.  Goody. Now all they neede to complete the crew of female immortals was the element and season sisters, as well as her other sister, Cadence. Their family tree was pretty messed up, if you count the fact that they all had different fathers and the same mother.

    She swore once again that the next time she saw grandma aka the creator, she was going to give her a goddess-sized whack upside the head for making it damn near impossible to intoxicate an immortal, and she wasn't by any stretch of the imagination happy about that fact.

   Her silver-clad hoof clanged against something, and she wasn't at all surprised to see the other goddesses, her mom being directly next to her, sitting in barstools and giving the bartender quite a workout as he filled cups only to have to fill them again and again as the immortals pounded them back in tandem.

    As if on cue, Freya burst through the door in a blast of cold air, which permeated the warmest places in the bar before Celestia used a solar shield spell that drew from the sun that was invisible but would keep her natural temperature from freezing every one and everything inside the bar.

     Falliaia quickly followed, catching all the leaves that fell out of her mane in her magic with a dry crunch, like a potato chip being squeezed, and stuffed them back in, which caused more rustling and crunching to sound from her brownish orange mane.

     Persephone walked in, grumbling something about the traffic in the underworld almost making her late to drink and how much of a plothole her husband had been that winter. Luna had to use a lunar shield spell to make sure that her warm spring and summer magic wouldn't leave the whole bar sweating.

       Prisma listened to idle chatter and some juicy bits of immortal gossip (technically by immortal standards, Celestia was only 19, and was the oldest of the bunch. In mortal years, that was about 1,900. So they were all immortal teenagers, to pretty much sum it up). At the same time, she was also wondering whether or not her grandmother would make an appearence and if she should really go through with her plan to smack her grandmother because she made it nearly impossible to get drunk for an immortal.

       She downed her thirtieth mug and levitated her cellphone out of her bag. It was a common necessity among immortals to keep in touch on their separate planets. Sure enough, there was a new message in her inbox from her grandmother. She skimmed its comments and just barely had time to let out a rapid-fire string of curses ending in "oh motherbucker" that nopony else really paid attention to before a glowing orb centered itself in the middle of the room  and began to grow, changing colors as it drew off the magic off the alicorn occupants of the bar.

      It started at yellow, then went to cyan, orange, purple, navy, magenta, and finally stoped on red as it reached the size of a pony a whole two heads higher than Celestia herself. Prisma felt the orb anchor itself on her magic as it began to smoke, and then with a a bang that shattered a couple windows it popped and revealed the figure it had trabspoted into the bar.