No Go Tea (Batpony)

>Day Cups

>“Where is it?”

“What?”

>“My cup of tea.”

>Glance at your bedside to the clock.

>5am.

>Great.

>The batpony in front of you sits, tapping her hoof on the ground.

>“I'm not going to wait all day Anon.”

>You turn over in your sheets so you're not facing her anymore.

>The tapping only gets louder.

>Groaning, you pull a pillow over your head.

>It works, but only momentarily.

>Tap tap tap tap tap.

>Tap tap tap! Tap! TAP! TAAAP!

>Faster, louder, eventually it begins to sound like bullets.

“ALRIGHT THAT'S ENOUGH. Jasmine, get out of my house.”

>She begins to raise her voice.

>“Excuse me? YOUR house?”

>...Oh yeah.

>“I'll have you know that-”

>Before she can give you that same speech about how she's charitably let you stay at HER house for a number of months, you hush her with your hand to her snout.

“I know, I know! You've let me stay here and the rest of it. I know. But... it's 5 in the morning. Please, can't I just have even 30 more minutes?!”

>She stands now.

>“I... I see how it is.”

>Every single time.

>Each and every one of 'em.

>She'll feign crying and you'll go to comfort her.

>Not this time though.

>You ain't gonna give into your whipped behaviours this time.

>From the stairwell comes a weeping noise.

>It makes you uncomfortable in bed.

>The noise gradually gets louder, just like the damn tapping.

“JASMINE I'M NOT GETTING OUT OF BED GODDAMMIT”

>She then begins to wail in sadness that she has no tea.

“Can't you make it yourself?”

>The wailing stops.

>You relax, now you can get some good forty winks.

>Tucking yourself in you close your eyelids, thinking of all the sheep jumping over a fence.

>Until that image is replaced by thousands of screaming Jasmines all at once.

>She begins to sob once more.

>“NOOO-HO-HO-HO-HOOO!”

>God, what a terrible day this has been. And it's only 5:05am.

>The same cry of the negative word used to decline, deny, and express general discontent continues.

>You stick your fingers in your ears to try and avoid the dreadful yelling.

>...and it doesn't work.

>It's just changed from wailing to general screaming now.

>This is fucking hopeless.

>Ears on the cusp of bleeding, you rush the hell out of bed and storm downstairs yelling one word.

“WHY?”

>Startled by your approach the insane bat finally shuts up.

>You thank your lucky stars.

>“W-why what?”

“Why were you screaming so much?”

>She blushes.

>“I'd rather not say.”

>Before she can leave to go to the kitchen you grab her leg.

“Then why did you shout no?”

>Her face scrunches up tightly.

>“Anon, I don't wanna talk about it.”

>The one time you're nice to her and she doesn't accept it.

>Why do you bother?

“Fine. Keep that issue you have bottled up inside forever so you turn into a bitter old mare.”

>Starting to the door, the clop of a hoof hits your damaged ear.

>“I can't actually mkt...”

>Her voice dampens at the end of the sentence.

“Speak up.”

>She retracts her face behind a hoof.

>“I can't actually make tea.”

>Ah.

“So that's why you needed me to make it? All these months...”

>She nods, lips curled down.

>The green-eyed pony points to the cup she got out.

>“Please?”

>Her puppy eyes are no match for your-

>Oh, who are you kidding?

“I'll do you one better.”

>The mare's eyes light up.

“I'll teach you to make it.”