- >A loud clap of thunder draws you from your sleep.
- >Opening your eyes, you find yourself feeling hungover, in an unfamiliar room, as dim light filters in through the window.
- >As far as mornings went, these ones were usually the worst.
- >You try to sit up, but find something weighing down on your chest.
- >Looking down, you see Pinkie sprawled across you, no longer wearing her dancing dress.
- >Oh no...
- >Your stirring wakes Pinkie up as well.
- >She gives a little stretch and lets out a yawn, before turning to you.
- >"Morning, sleepyhead!" she says with a tired smile.
- "Hey."
- >You stare at each other in an awkward silence for a few minutes.
- "Listen, last night. Did we, uh..."
- >Pinkie pouts.
- >"No. You fell asleep as soon as you hit the bed."
- >She positions herself so her face is hovering right over yours.
- >"I was so disappointed. I was looking forward to having some fun."
- >She bites her lip again, and trails her hoof over your bare chest.
- >This is giving you more of a reaction than you'd care to admit.
- >"Maybe we could still have some fun..."
- >She closes her eyes and moves in for a kiss.
- >To your half asleep, hungover mind, that almost sounds like a pretty good idea.
- >Thankfully, you logic still reigns supreme, and you catch her face in your hand, pushing her back.
- "Actually, I have somewhere I need to be, Pinkie."
- ----
- >You climb out from under her as gently as you can.
- >Standing up changes your headache from a dull annoyance to a splitting sensation.
- >Looking out the window over Pinkie's bed, you see it's still raining.
- >This is going to be a bad day.
- >Wanting to leave as soon as you can, you pick your clothes and armor off the floor and begin dressing.
- >Pinkie sits on the bed, watching you, and fidgeting.
- >As you finish putting on your duster and head for the door, she speaks up.
- >"A-are you sure you don't want to wait for the rain to stop?"
- >You shake your head, hand already on the door handle.
- "I'm sorry, I just have a lot to do today."
- >When there's no answer, you hesitate.
- >Looking back at Pinkie, you immediately feel guilty.
- >She has a dejected look on her face.
- >No joking around or flirting, this time.
- >She just looks depressed, and it tugs at your heartstrings.
- >With a sigh, you let go of the handle, and walk back to the bed, sitting next to her.
- >Awkwardly, you place a hand on her mane.
- >She lets out a sniffle.
- "How about I come see you again tonight?"
- >Her eyes light up immediately.
- >"You mean you'll stay the night with me again!?"
- "Now, I'm not saying THAT. I'll just stop by tonight. Alright?"
- >This seems good enough for her, and she smiles with a nod.
- >You tussle her mane, and head for the door.
- ----
- >Headache in full swing, you slowly plod down the stairs, and into the bar.
- >Black Stone is already behind the bar, wiping down the counter for the day ahead.
- >You see a hint of a smirk on his face.
- "Nothing happened."
- >He glances up at you.
- >"I didn't say anything."
- "No, but you were thinking it. Nothing happened."
- >"Whatever you say," he replies, clearly fighting back a smile.
- >Seeing you left your hat at the table you were sitting at last night, you snatch it up and put it on your head.
- >Leaving the bar, you see it's still raining pretty hard.
- >With a sigh, you begrudgingly step out into the downpour.
- >At least your hat, duster, and boots do a good job of keeping you dry.
- >Doesn't make it any easier to see, though.
- >After a few minutes the rain picks up so badly, you can't see more than a few feet in front of you.
- >Really not what you needed today.
- >Quickening your pace, you eventually see something in front of you.
- >Heading towards it, you find it's a gazebo.
- >You must be near the park.
- >Nowhere near as close to the farm as you thought.
- >Deciding to wait the rain out, you head inside.
- >It's nothing special; no seats, and a plain dirt floor, but it's dry inside.
- >Figuring you can use your bedroll as a seat, you reach for your bag.
- >You find nothing.
- >You left your bag back in Pinkie's room.
- >With a cry of frustration, you sit on the grass, mood fouler than ever.
- ----
- >You've been sitting there for at least ten minutes, and the rain hasn't let up a bit.
- >If it was possible for you to get comfortable enough to fall asleep, you probably would have dozed off by now.
- >Out of the corner of your eye, something catches your eye.
- >Looks like something moving toward you through the rain.
- >Something pink.
- >Wait. No...
- >Sure enough, a few seconds later, you can clearly see Pinkie running through the rain, towards the gazebo.
- >She's carrying something on her back.
- >You stand and step aside before she runs under the roof.
- >She's panting so hard she can barely talk, and she's carrying your pack over her neck.
- >Her legs give out, and she lays on her stomach, trying to catch her breath.
- >It's actually pretty adorable.
- >"Anon... you... forgot... bag..."
- "I noticed."
- >Awkward silence fills the air while she continues panting.
- "Why did you bring it to me? I would have gone back for it."
- >Not wanting to seem ungrateful, you force a smile for her.
- "Thank you."
- >She seems pleased with herself as you bend down and pull the bag from over her neck.
- >Reaching inside, you pull out a tinderbox and some dry kindling.
- >In a few seconds, you have a fire going on the grass.
- >It's not very big, but it's enough to keep warm with.
- >Glancing over at Pinkie, you see she's still laying in the same spot.
- >She looks like she could be asleep.
- ----
- >Her only movement is her shivering.
- >Rooting through your bag, you recover a blanket, neatly folded.
- >You unfold it and lay it over Pinkie's prone form.
- >"Thanks." she murmurs softly.
- >A few minutes pass uneventfully.
- >Pinkie's still out, and you're more comfortable, now.
- >Bringing your knees up to your chest, you fold your arms over them.
- >Resting your head on your arms, you drift off to sleep.
- >You feel something touching your side, and you jerk awake.
- >Pinkie is snuggling up to you, trying to wrap the blanket around the both of you.
- >The rain is still going strong, and you're still pretty cold, so why not.
- >You take the edge of the blanket and pull it over your shoulders.
- >Pinkie takes her place beside you, snuggling up next to you.
- >You hesitate for a moment, before putting your arm over her.
- "Thanks again, Pinkie."
- >She looks up at you with a smile.
- >"What are friends for?"
- "But why run out in the rain? I'd have been back for it."
- >Pinkie giggles into a hoof.
- >"A little rain never hurt anybody."
- >And with that, silence.
- >Sitting there, you were warmer than before, and definitely in a much better mood.
- >Pinkie really was a good friend, when it came down to it.
- >She lets out a contented sigh as you both stare into the dancing flames.
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Lost But Not Forgotten chapter 2 (to be rewritten, noncanon)
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