>knocking at the door
>who the fuck could be knocking at the door at three in the morning?
>if it weren't for that 4AM thread you were waiting for, you'd be asleep
>you really don't want to go see what kind of bullshit is happening outside and why it requires your attention at such a time
>you walk downstairs, thinking about what good times you'll have there
>you open the door
>Fleur de Lis stands before you, cocking her head to the side
>nope
>you close the door
>knocking again
>you scratch your head
>opening the door again, you see Fleur still there
>striking a little pose, leaning up against the doorframe
"Bonjour, I am so sorry to bother you at zis hour," she says
>you swallow
>then you slap yourself across the face, getting a little squeak of surprise from the slender, alabaster mare before you
"Monsier, iz someting wrong?"
>this was really fucking happening
>your favorite pony
>right there in front of you
>she was beautiful in the moonlight
"Fleur de Lis?"
>your voice is shaky, weak
"Of course... Are you Anon, from 52 Baker Street?" she asks
"Yeah, I'm Anon! I can't believe you're he--
>52 Baker Street?
"Actually, this is 56 Baker Street, but I'm Anon, and I'm so happy to meet you, come in!"
>she rears back
"Oh non, mes excuses! I must go, I must be at 52 Baker Street. Au revoir!"
>she gallops away before you can even open your mouth
>you hear the door open and close down the street, then the sounds of raunchy, dirty french sex through the open window
>you go to your room and drink yourself until your liver fails

Today was a bad PiE day.