- >you rush into the club, escaping Applejack as per usual
- >this has got to stop
- >every damn day
- >no bouncer stopped you at the door, in any case
- >you cool down, running your hands through your hair and take a deep breath
- >the club scene is really happenin tonight
- >nop0ny stops to look at you, they're all on the dance floor
- >you walk up to the bartender and get yourself a nice glass of Applejack Daniels
- >heh
- >avoid AJ, drink a glass of AJ
- >you make your way to the dance floor as well, content to party your cares away
- >...
- >after a few hours of partying, you make your way over to the DJ stand
- >you hit it up with the DJ, who manages to hold conversation with you even while blaring music
- >you're getting kind of drunk, but she's looking more and more familiar
- >you ask her a question
- "Do I know you from somewhere?"
- >she simply replies
- >"Word..."
- >she turns to you
- >"...sugarcube."
- >you collapse in your drunken stupor
- >you only had one drink
- Fucking Rapplejack
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