Cutie Mark Crusaders: Lemonade Sellers! Yay!

Scootaloo hummed to herself as she walked on the hot sandy beach, with eyes darting left, right and forward to spot the pony she was looking for.

‘Now where the hay is she, anyway?’ she thought as she hummed their crusader theme song.

She looked right, and saw the pony she was searching for. “Ah, there she is,” she smiled, and then frowned. “But, why is Miss Cheerilee and Big Mac going there?” she asked herself as the two ponies, from far away from anypony to pay them any attention, went inside the line of trees.

Curious, and wanted to go back to their lemonade stand, she trotted after them, careful not to step on anypony who were lying on the sand, sun bathing.

She continued trotting towards the trees, even after she started to hear weird faint noises up ahead.

“Miss Cheerilee?” Scootaloo called as she turned from a tree, and instantly, the weird noise stopped just as her eyes went wide.

Two ponies were in a very awkward position that no foals should be looking at...yet. The two ponies' faces turned bright red(even though Mac had a red coat).

Scootaloo felt her cheeks burned.

Silence hung in the air.

“What the hay is taking Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom grunted as she poured a glass of lemonade for their customer.

Sweetie Belle, who was leaning her head and hooves on their table counter, sighed happily and dreamily as she looked at their handsome customer, who too, was smiling dreamy at her.

Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “Run along now, Feathers,” she waved a hoof dismissively at the just-snapping-back-to-reality pegasus colt, “yer holdin' up the line!”

“Oh, uh, um,” he then drank the lemonade in one gulp, and gave the glass back to the half-annoyed-half-amused earth filly. “Sorry, and thanks!” He payed two bits, and waved goodbye.

Sweetie Belle waved goodbye. “Bye Featherweight~” she sang, making the colt blush even more and stumble on his own hooves, making a few customers chuckle.

“There yah are, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom smiled at their approaching friend. “What took yah so long, anyway? An' where are the glasses?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “Can we get drunk with lemonade?”

Her two friends blinked, they looked at each other, and then looked back at their pegasus friend.

“No, why?”

“I think I need to get drunk right about now,” Scootaloo shivered involuntarily, despite the hot climate.

Apple Bloom arched an eyebrow. “Yer too young to get drunk. Ah have mah mallet, if yah want to knock yerself out.”

“So, what happened?” Sweetie Belle asked.

Scootaloo looked away with a blush. “You gals don't wanna know.” And then she thought, ‘why do I even know these things, anyway?’ She shivered again. ‘Rainbow.’