Title:           >It's a Friday night in Ponyville, the town filled with denizens roaming, talkin
Author:          Anonymous
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First Edit:      Friday 20th of April 2012 01:27:10 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 20th of April 2012 01:27:10 AM CDT

>It's a Friday night in Ponyville, the town filled with denizens roaming, talking, having a good time
>You had no plans for the night so you're currently heading to a local bar to have a few drinks and talk to the bartender to get caught up on the current happenings
>You open the door to the bar, the smell of liquor, smoke, and too many people in a small space flooding your nostrils
>It's definitely not the nicest bar in town, but it's a cheap one with a lot of booze, and no bar is outright hostile when the entire town is pretty relaxed
>Even amongst the multicolored bodies sitting around tables and in booths, a single figure at the bar stands out to you, her winged yellow body slouched, pink mane tussled and frayed, clutching a shot glass a little too distant from her body, perhaps to keep her from knocking the booze all over the dress she's wearing
>She sits alone, surrounded by empty bar stools. You can't tell if people are avoiding her, but those seats are the only ones left in the house
>You sit at a stool an adequate distance from her before ordering a beer to start you off
>The bartender, you think his name is Slider or something, gets you your drink before cleaning up some scattered glasses and bottles
>You're talking with him for a bit when the sound of gagging reaches your ears
>Your  head snaps in the direction of the yellow girl, she's wretching at the counter, now standing in an attempt to leave before she pukes all over the counter
>”Somebody get her out of here before she makes a mess!” Slider shouts. Nobody moves for an agonizing moment, only the terrible sound of someone desperately trying not to vomit filling the air
>Did this girl come alone?
>You're the closest and least drunk in the room besides the bartender, so you hustle to the girl, grabbing one of her forehooves to lead her from the building hastily
>No sooner do you make it outside to fresh air when she lowers herself to all fours and just lets go
>You look away, planning to go back into the bar and pretend this never happened when she murmurs a slurred “Thanksh ooh.”
>You recognize the voice and turn to take a better look at her
>It's Fluttershy
>The way her mane is so messed up and how she moves made her unrecognizable at first glance
>You walk back over to her, putting a hand on her back as you try to steady her wobbling
>”Fluttershy? What are you doing out here, drunk like this with nobody else around?”
>These were the wrong words apparently, as she bursts into tears, nearly laying in the booze she just puked up as she tries to curl into a ball
>”Woah, hey, I'm sorry. What's wrong?”
>Your questions fall on deaf ears as she keeps sobbing, muttering incoherently to herself
>”Hey, you can't just lay like this in the street crying all night. Come on, let's get you home.”
 
>It takes about twice as long as it should, Fluttershy wobbling unsteadily, occasionally having to stop as she heaves, but eventually you make it to her cottage
>She fumbles around under the front mat for a key, but doesn't have the coordination to unlock the door. When she drops the key for the third time straight she breaks into crying again, this time actually falling to the ground sobbing. You grab the key off the ground, unlock the door and pick her up carefully, trying to avoid getting anything unpleasant on you but still bodily moving her into her house
>You quietly shut the door behind you, not wanting to wake any animals she has in her house as she finally stops sobbing, kicking off the little shoes she has on her hooves almost angrily before falling over again, this time just lying on the ground, threatening to fall asleep on the hard floor
>You feel terrible just watching her struggle around like this, so you pick her up and take her to her room
>Before she has a chance to pass out you get her a glass of water and tell her to drink, hoping it'll ease the hangover she has when she wakes up
>She gulps it down like it's the last glass of water she'll ever have, mumbling another series of thanks as you take the glass from her and she goes out like a light
>You show yourself out, making sure to lock the door and place the key back under the mat before heading back to your own place, the desire to drink taken from you after having to care for Fluttershy
 
>The next morning there's a knock on your door, and Fluttershy is there with a basket covered in a small checkered cloth
>”M-May I come in?”
>You show her in, remarking that she looks much better than when you found her at the bar last night
>She blushes, her ears falling a bit as she recounts how it came to be that she was there alone
>”Well, you see, the girls and I went out for a night on the town like we do from time to time. But then Pinkie challenged Rainbow Dash to a drinking contest, and soon everyone was joining in, drinking and talking,” she smiles at the fonder parts of her night, “But....I don't remember much of what happens after that. I just remember waking up and they were all gone, but I was still at the bar. Then you found me, and Angel told me you brought me home and helped me to bed, though I can't say I remember much of it.”
>”Well that wasn't very nice of them, leaving you at the bar like that, now was it?”
>”Oh! No, I'm sure they had their reasons, it's alright,” she says as she looks at the floor
>You don't want to take her down that road so you ask what the basket is for
>”I brought you lunch to thank you for helping me last night. I'm so terribly sorry for inconveniencing you like that.”
>”You don't need to pay me back for that, I'm glad I was in a position to help.”
>”No, I insist.”
>You go back and forth like this for a while before you finally cave and let her prepare a simple lunch for you
>You politely chat with Fluttershy while you eat, but all her answers are very curt to the point of stifling conversation
>The meal is finished and Fluttershy begins to pack up her basket, saying how she's so sorry to bother you again
>As she moves to leave you put your arm around her in a comforting way, telling her in a soft voice it was no problem and she should stop worrying about it
>Fluttershy jumps a little at the contact before stammering a thanks
>She's about halfway out the door when she suddenly turns, runs back to you and puts her hooves around you in a quick hug before dashing out the door, leaving you chuckling to yourself as you go about your day