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# Girl's Night Out

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1. “C’monnn, Hexy~”
3. “My name is Hexferry.”
5. “Hexybabes~”
7. “Hex – ferr – ee.”
9. “Hexycakes~”
11. “I’m going to close the door now.”
13. >Hexferry worked to make good on her word, placing a hoof to the wood of her front door and pushing it, expression fixed in deadpan hostility.
14. >Unfortunately, her mission was doomed, as a golden hoof had already taken up duty in preventing the door to be shut.
15. >The hoof’s colour was apt to the owner, Golden Corral, who spearheaded the unwelcome entourage of five; herself, Cejire, Peppermint, Caramel and Meisa.
16. >Hexferry sighed upon realising that she wasn’t going to shake the clingy mares so easily, opened the door fully and presented herself.
18. Hexferry: “Well, what do you guys want with me?”
20. Golden Corral: “Don’t you remember Hexy?”
22. Meisa: “Oh, don’t tell me she’s forgotten…”
24. Caramel: “I think she has…”
26. >More discontent mutterings from the group.
28. Hexferry: “What? What have I forgotten?”
30. Peppermint: “Heh… Heh… Even I remembered… Heh.”
32. Hexferry: “Remembered what!?”
34. Golden Corral: “You really have forgotten haven’t you?”
36. >Hexferry grimaced in annoyance, a tiny squeak leaving her as she puffed out her chest.
38. Hexferry: “WHAT HAVE I FORGOTTEN?!”
40. >The group flinched in unison.
41. >It was during this time that the dark moth pony in the house squinted at the others before her, non-verbally growling at each one.
42. >Needless to say, she never was one to be messed with; our dear Hexferry.
43. >Finally, the group leader spoke up once more.
44. Golden Corral: “Take it easy there, Hex. We just came to collect you to head out for the night. Pretty special night, too.
46. >The grumpy mare stole a glance at the sky, noting nothing of significance in the lunar cycle or with the stars.
47. Hexferry: “Doesn’t look so special to me…”
49. Cejire: “Didn’t you get the invitation? She said she sent one out to you.”
51. Hexferry: “She… Uhhh…”
53. >Hexferry looked visibly flustered all of a sudden, as thoughts of a colourful, hoof-drawn looking piece of paper that had found its way to her garbage, before being read, entered her mind.
54. >She might have given it a read, had the colours not been so garish and mismatched.
55. >It almost looked like it had been crafted by some poor, colour-blind soul.
56. >Nevertheless, Hexferry always felt sheepish when caught out.
57. >The rest of the moth ponies started to mutter again, exacerbating the mare’s embarrassment.
58. >After an awkward ten seconds, Corral decided it was time to spell it out.
59. >She, quite rightly, had been expecting Hexferry to ignore the invitation.
60. >A mischievous grin played upon her lips.
62. Golden Corral: “Little Sepia turned eighteen today, do you know what that meeeanss~?”
64. >Hexferry made a face.
66. Golden Corral: “What does it meeaaaan, Hexy~?”
68. Hexferry: “Get off my back. I know what it means.”
70. >Chuckles from the rest of the group found their way to the ears of the uncomfortable mare.
72. Hexferry: “It means she’s legal to drink alcohol, alright?”
74. >Further chuckling.
75. >Caramel fluttered her wings a little, hopping daintily closer to the mares at the door.
77. Caramel: “She’s also legal to…?”
79. >Caramel let her tone hang in the cool, evening air for a while, hoping for Hexferry to finish it.
80. >She didn’t.
81. >No matter; Caramel and Goldie were no strangers to messing with the antisocial moth pony’s disdain of sexual discussion.
83. Golden Corral: “Begins with an ‘F’, Hexy~”
85. Meisa: “Do you have to be so crude about it?”
87. Hexferry: “I’m with Meisa, can we just leave it?”
89. Golden Corral: “Fine, but let it be known that I’m going to be the one to set her up with a suitable male, alright?”
91. >She turned to address all of the others.
93. Golden Corral: “It’s high time that mare popped her cherry and I’d lose my wings before I let anypony else take the credit for it.”
95. >A long silence shrouded the group, until it was broken.
97. Peppermint: “Nopony else caaaares, Goldie. I just want to get messed up.”
99. >A group nod.
101. Golden Corral: “Oh… Well… Good… I guess.”
103. Peppermint: “She’s the last one of us to hit eighteen. Nopony else is gonna throw one like this again… In ever! Like, we gotta make this one good.”
105. Cejire: “And crazy!”
107. Caramel: “I’m in the mood to make tonight a night to /not/ remember~”
109. Meisa: “Even I have chosen to let my hair down, Hexferry.”
111. Golden Corral: “So, you coming? Sepia put on the invite to meet at her place for East Moon and we’re running a little late as it is.”
113. >Corral fixed Hexferry a stern look, knowing that “little Sepia” would find her feelings hurt so easily, should tonight not turn out well.
115. Hexferry: “Urgh. Fine.”
117. >With that, the mare stepped back into her house, took her key and joined the others, locking the door behind her.
118. >Excited chatter began to take over the group as they took the short walk to Sepia’s house, a few streets away.
119. >Talk of getting drunk, talk of dancing, talk of singing, talk of scouting for stallions; all of these composed the noise invading the silent roads of the town.
120. >Of course, Hexferry participated little in the benign conversation.
121. >Noting this, Cejire opted to try to include her as best she could.
123. Cejire: “Hey, Hex…”
125. Hexferry: “Hexferry.”
127. Cejire: “Sure… Is everything alright?”
129. Hexferry: “Peachy.”
131. Cejire: “Why aren’t you talking with everypony then?”
133. Hexferry: “Should I be talking?”
135. Cejire: “I’m pretty sure being sociable is important in, well, a social occasion.”
137. Hexferry: “You think?”
139. >It was time for a new track of conversation.
141. Cejire: “Perhaps you should just get drunker than all the others, help you get through this ever-so-tiresome outing, huh?”
143. Hexferry: “Might work. I’m only coming because Sepia’s a baby who’d cry a river if I didn’t.”
145. Cejire: “Don’t be so hard on her! She’s cute as a button.”
147. Hexferry: “I… I wouldn’t know. I don’t find mares cute.”
149. >The more colourful of the two gave a small chuckle.
151. Cejire: “Whatever you say…”
153. Hexferry: “What’s that supposed to mean?”
155. >The mare was a little too defensive and, even after the night’s first half-bottle of wine, Cejire picked up on it.
156. >Besides, there had always been talk about Hexferry’s ‘preferences’ when the mare in question had not been present.
158. Cejire: “A little touchy, hmmm~?”
160. >Small flicks of red crossed the bridge of the tall, guarded pony’s nose.
162. Hexferry: “N-no, shut up. How would /you/ know whether she’s cute, hm? I thought you liked rich stallions only.”
164. >The small jab was mostly ignored.
166. Cejire: “Of course, but I can tell if a mare is cute. That doesn’t make me… Y’know…”
168. Hexferry: “This night will be over before it starts, if you don’t quit it.”
170. Cejire: “Hush hush, I’m only teasing.”
172. >The group had separated into three pairs over the course of the walk, each talking about their own little thing.
173. >One of these pairs was Caramel and Meisa.
175. Caramel: “I honestly didn’t think I’d convince you to come out tonight, Mei-Mei.”
177. Meisa: “I’m not drunk enough for that nickname yet, darling. Hah, but I’m not above a night of debauchery.”
179. Caramel: “Oh, I know~”
181. Meisa: “Oh shush, Caramel.”
183. Caramel: “Please, we’ve known each other a long time. I think I can talk about stuff like that with you, by now.”
185. Meisa: “It’d be scandalous for any of the others to know… Certain… Things.”
187. Caramel: “That you’re a horndog?”
189. Meisa: “No other mare could get away with that without a serious telling off…”
191. Caramel: “But I’m a special mare, ain’t I?”
193. Meisa: “I’d happily say “special” when you employ such language as “ain’t””
195. Caramel: “/Aren’t/ I, Mei-Mei~?”
197. Meisa: “You’re never going to forget about that, are you?”
199. >Caramel did little to hide her amusement as well as her enjoyment in recalling a particular event.
201. Caramel: “Never~”
203. >Meisa lowered her head as she walked, allowing a few bangs of her silky, grey mane to fall over her eyes to exclude the world from her obvious blush.
204. >Golden Corral, who had acted very much as the ringleader for the night so far, was leading the party.
205. >With nobody to talk to, Peppermint, donning a suspicious smelling ‘cigarette’ hung from the side of her mouth, trotted alongside said ringleader.
207. Peppermint: “Heyyyy! Golderoonie!”
209. Golden Corral: “Uhhh… What?”
211. Peppermint: “Golden Delicious! Gold on the Ceiling!”
213. Golden Corral: “… I see.”
215. >Peppermint chortled, her already squinted eyes narrowing further.
217. Peppermint: “Want some?”
219. >Golden Corral gave the pungent thing a good scrutinising.
221. Golden Corral: “Isn’t it dangerous to do that and drink together?”
223. Peppermint: “Only if you’re soft.”
225. Golden Corral: “When have I been soft?”
228. Peppermint: “I don’t see a joint in your mouth right now~”
230. >She punctuated the jibe with a boop to the other mare’s nose.
231. >At this, Corral looked indignant.
233. Golden Corral: “Gimme that!”
235. >She swiped the herbal remedy clean from Peppermint’s mouth, jammed it between her lips and took a deep, long drag.
236. >In the quiet of the night, the subtle crackling of the burning concoction of plants is all the more audible.
237. >After taking a good lungful, the mare held it back with puffed cheeks despite such an act making no difference to the effect of the substance.
239. Peppermint: “Good?”
241. >The response was given in the form of a cough and the return of smoke.
243. Golden Corral: “Ach… Excellent…”
245. Peppermint: “Naturally!”
247. >The red mare laughed a little, partly at Goldie’s self-made persona being in jeopardy and partly a direct result of her intoxication.
248. >Sepia’s house arrived in view shortly afterwards; the dainty, if a little plain, cottage with the small, well-kept garden.
249. >The flowers in said garden were a little mismatched, being a result of colour coordination by a colour-blind mare.
250. >The gang sauntered through the gate, still chatting.
251. >As the appointed master of ceremony, it was Golden Corral who knocked on the door while the others waited patiently.
252. >They were all looking good, their individually tailored styles all emphasised in preparation for the night to come.
254. >Behind the door, clattering and banging could be heard, growing in volume as the clumsy mare found within made her way to the door.
255. >With a thud that sounded quite painful, the door was arrived at, the chinking of locks in wake.
256. >A cream mare, petite in stature and sporting the most adorable – and most dated – centre-parting threw the door open hastily.
257. >Upon seeing the turnout, Sepia dons the most infectiously giddy grin.
259. Sepia: “Hello everypony!”
261. >She hopped hoof to hoof in her excitement.
262. >The fast paced movement reminded the Golden mare of the pure sugar that was this adorable filly’s personality.
263. >A wash of maternal feelings crashed in her chest.
265. Golden Corral: “Hey hey, birthday girl!”
267. >Sepia beamed proudly.
269. Sepia: “It’s my birthday!”
271. Hexferry: “That’s a bit of an arbitrary statement, don’t you think?”
273. >Birthday girl looked past the golden mare, towards the tall, dark-furred one.
275. Sepia: “Huuhh?”
277. >Hexferry flinched at her unrefined hawk moth accent.
278. >It made her sad to be of the same genus.
279. >Then again, she could take pride in the fact that she had such common traits rightfully weeded out of her.
280. >Caramel interjected before the blunt mare said something that might hurt the sensitive little creature before her.
281. >She ensured that she would get to speak first by jamming a hoof into Hexferry’s mouth, much to her annoyance.
283. Caramel: “Hexferry is just keen to get past the talking and on to the partying, Sepia.”
285. Sepia: “Well come in! I have cakes and snacks and maybe…
287. >The little mare gave off a dirty chuckle, looking around as if to clarify a lack of witnesses.
289. Sepia: “… A little alcohol too~”
291. >She revelled in the ability to talk about such naughty things.
292. >Naughty by the perception of a mare so sheltered that, to her, “eating someone out” was a description of freeing a pony trapped within a pastry prison, that is.
294. Sepia: “Well, come oooonnn in!”
296. >The small one stepped aside, ushering the group in.
297. >As they filed past, they exchanged birthday greetings with the new adult.
299. Caramel: “Happy birthday, scamp.”
301. Meisa: “Happy birthday!”
303. >Cejire tussled her hair as she passed.
305. Cejire: “Tonight’s about you, don’t forget that.”
307. >Sepia responded with a prideful look.
309. Sepia: “I know!”
311. Peppermint: “Happy b-day! Welcome to the reaaal world.”
313. >Hexferry brought up the back of the group, dragging her heels with little enthusiasm.
314. >Sepia straightened herself up as she held the door, closing her eyes with the most angelic smile.
315. >She awaited the last birthday greeting from the mare who stood half again her height.
316. >That mare simply walked past, following the others into the lounge.
317. >This made the petite moth pony snort, scowling fiercely at the yellow mane on the back of Hexferry’s head.
319. Sepia: “A-/hem/.”
321. >The brown mare threw on her biggest, cheesiest grin in lieu of that indignant sneer before the bigger pony turned to her.
323. Hexferry: “What?”
325. Sepia: “Don’t’cha have something to saaaayyy?”
327. Hexferry: “Uh... There’s a password?”
329. Sepia: “No but…”
331. >The smile faltered on her lips as she scuffed the floor with her hoof sheepishly.
333. Hexferry: “But what?”
335. >Hexferry had always intimidated Sepia.
336. >And yet, her approval had always been subject to Sepia’s desire.
338. Sepia: “I-it’s nothing… Sorry.”
340. >Her grin left completely as she painted a picture of pure pitifulness, her inky eyes examining the carpet thread by thread as she shrank.
341. >Even Hexferry found it hard to ignore that.
343. Hexferry: “Ugh… Happy birthday or something…”

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“C’monnn, Hexy~” “My name is Hexferry.” “Hexybabes~” “Hex – ferr – ee.” “Hexycakes~” “I’m going to close the door now.” >Hexferry worked to make good on her word, placing a hoof to the wood of her front door and pushing it, expression fixed in deadpan hostility. >Unfortunately, her mission was doomed, as a golden hoof had already taken up duty in preventing the door to be shut. >The hoof’s colour was apt to the owner, Golden Corral, who spearheaded the unwelcome entourage of five; herself, Cejire, Peppermint, Caramel and Meisa. >Hexferry sighed upon realising that she wasn’t going to shake the clingy mares so easily, opened the door fully and presented herself. Hexferry: “Well, what do you guys want with me?” Golden Corral: “Don’t you remember Hexy?” Meisa: “Oh, don’t tell me she’s forgotten…” Caramel: “I think she has…” >More discontent mutterings from the group. Hexferry: “What? What have I forgotten?” Peppermint: “Heh… Heh… Even I remembered… Heh.” Hexferry: “Remembered what!?” Golden Corral: “You really have forgotten haven’t you?” >Hexferry grimaced in annoyance, a tiny squeak leaving her as she puffed out her chest. Hexferry: “WHAT HAVE I FORGOTTEN?!” >The group flinched in unison. >It was during this time that the dark moth pony in the house squinted at the others before her, non-verbally growling at each one. >Needless to say, she never was one to be messed with; our dear Hexferry. >Finally, the group leader spoke up once more. Golden Corral: “Take it easy there, Hex. We just came to collect you to head out for the night. Pretty special night, too. >The grumpy mare stole a glance at the sky, noting nothing of significance in the lunar cycle or with the stars. Hexferry: “Doesn’t look so special to me…” Cejire: “Didn’t you get the invitation? She said she sent one out to you.” Hexferry: “She… Uhhh…” >Hexferry looked visibly flustered all of a sudden, as thoughts of a colourful, hoof-drawn looking piece of paper that had found its way to her garbage, before being read, entered her mind. >She might have given it a read, had the colours not been so garish and mismatched. >It almost looked like it had been crafted by some poor, colour-blind soul. >Nevertheless, Hexferry always felt sheepish when caught out. >The rest of the moth ponies started to mutter again, exacerbating the mare’s embarrassment. >After an awkward ten seconds, Corral decided it was time to spell it out. >She, quite rightly, had been expecting Hexferry to ignore the invitation. >A mischievous grin played upon her lips. Golden Corral: “Little Sepia turned eighteen today, do you know what that meeeanss~?” >Hexferry made a face. Golden Corral: “What does it meeaaaan, Hexy~?” Hexferry: “Get off my back. I know what it means.” >Chuckles from the rest of the group found their way to the ears of the uncomfortable mare. Hexferry: “It means she’s legal to drink alcohol, alright?” >Further chuckling. >Caramel fluttered her wings a little, hopping daintily closer to the mares at the door. Caramel: “She’s also legal to…?” >Caramel let her tone hang in the cool, evening air for a while, hoping for Hexferry to finish it. >She didn’t. >No matter; Caramel and Goldie were no strangers to messing with the antisocial moth pony’s disdain of sexual discussion. Golden Corral: “Begins with an ‘F’, Hexy~” Meisa: “Do you have to be so crude about it?” Hexferry: “I’m with Meisa, can we just leave it?” Golden Corral: “Fine, but let it be known that I’m going to be the one to set her up with a suitable male, alright?” >She turned to address all of the others. Golden Corral: “It’s high time that mare popped her cherry and I’d lose my wings before I let anypony else take the credit for it.” >A long silence shrouded the group, until it was broken. Peppermint: “Nopony else caaaares, Goldie. I just want to get messed up.” >A group nod. Golden Corral: “Oh… Well… Good… I guess.” Peppermint: “She’s the last one of us to hit eighteen. Nopony else is gonna throw one like this again… In ever! Like, we gotta make this one good.” Cejire: “And crazy!” Caramel: “I’m in the mood to make tonight a night to /not/ remember~” Meisa: “Even I have chosen to let my hair down, Hexferry.” Golden Corral: “So, you coming? Sepia put on the invite to meet at her place for East Moon and we’re running a little late as it is.” >Corral fixed Hexferry a stern look, knowing that “little Sepia” would find her feelings hurt so easily, should tonight not turn out well. Hexferry: “Urgh. Fine.” >With that, the mare stepped back into her house, took her key and joined the others, locking the door behind her. >Excited chatter began to take over the group as they took the short walk to Sepia’s house, a few streets away. >Talk of getting drunk, talk of dancing, talk of singing, talk of scouting for stallions; all of these composed the noise invading the silent roads of the town. >Of course, Hexferry participated little in the benign conversation. >Noting this, Cejire opted to try to include her as best she could. Cejire: “Hey, Hex…” Hexferry: “Hexferry.” Cejire: “Sure… Is everything alright?” Hexferry: “Peachy.” Cejire: “Why aren’t you talking with everypony then?” Hexferry: “Should I be talking?” Cejire: “I’m pretty sure being sociable is important in, well, a social occasion.” Hexferry: “You think?” >It was time for a new track of conversation. Cejire: “Perhaps you should just get drunker than all the others, help you get through this ever-so-tiresome outing, huh?” Hexferry: “Might work. I’m only coming because Sepia’s a baby who’d cry a river if I didn’t.” Cejire: “Don’t be so hard on her! She’s cute as a button.” Hexferry: “I… I wouldn’t know. I don’t find mares cute.” >The more colourful of the two gave a small chuckle. Cejire: “Whatever you say…” Hexferry: “What’s that supposed to mean?” >The mare was a little too defensive and, even after the night’s first half-bottle of wine, Cejire picked up on it. >Besides, there had always been talk about Hexferry’s ‘preferences’ when the mare in question had not been present. Cejire: “A little touchy, hmmm~?” >Small flicks of red crossed the bridge of the tall, guarded pony’s nose. Hexferry: “N-no, shut up. How would /you/ know whether she’s cute, hm? I thought you liked rich stallions only.” >The small jab was mostly ignored. Cejire: “Of course, but I can tell if a mare is cute. That doesn’t make me… Y’know…” Hexferry: “This night will be over before it starts, if you don’t quit it.” Cejire: “Hush hush, I’m only teasing.” >The group had separated into three pairs over the course of the walk, each talking about their own little thing. >One of these pairs was Caramel and Meisa. Caramel: “I honestly didn’t think I’d convince you to come out tonight, Mei-Mei.” Meisa: “I’m not drunk enough for that nickname yet, darling. Hah, but I’m not above a night of debauchery.” Caramel: “Oh, I know~” Meisa: “Oh shush, Caramel.” Caramel: “Please, we’ve known each other a long time. I think I can talk about stuff like that with you, by now.” Meisa: “It’d be scandalous for any of the others to know… Certain… Things.” Caramel: “That you’re a horndog?” Meisa: “No other mare could get away with that without a serious telling off…” Caramel: “But I’m a special mare, ain’t I?” Meisa: “I’d happily say “special” when you employ such language as “ain’t”” Caramel: “/Aren’t/ I, Mei-Mei~?” Meisa: “You’re never going to forget about that, are you?” >Caramel did little to hide her amusement as well as her enjoyment in recalling a particular event. Caramel: “Never~” >Meisa lowered her head as she walked, allowing a few bangs of her silky, grey mane to fall over her eyes to exclude the world from her obvious blush. >Golden Corral, who had acted very much as the ringleader for the night so far, was leading the party. >With nobody to talk to, Peppermint, donning a suspicious smelling ‘cigarette’ hung from the side of her mouth, trotted alongside said ringleader. Peppermint: “Heyyyy! Golderoonie!” Golden Corral: “Uhhh… What?” Peppermint: “Golden Delicious! Gold on the Ceiling!” Golden Corral: “… I see.” >Peppermint chortled, her already squinted eyes narrowing further. Peppermint: “Want some?” >Golden Corral gave the pungent thing a good scrutinising. Golden Corral: “Isn’t it dangerous to do that and drink together?” Peppermint: “Only if you’re soft.” Golden Corral: “When have I been soft?” Peppermint: “I don’t see a joint in your mouth right now~” >She punctuated the jibe with a boop to the other mare’s nose. >At this, Corral looked indignant. Golden Corral: “Gimme that!” >She swiped the herbal remedy clean from Peppermint’s mouth, jammed it between her lips and took a deep, long drag. >In the quiet of the night, the subtle crackling of the burning concoction of plants is all the more audible. >After taking a good lungful, the mare held it back with puffed cheeks despite such an act making no difference to the effect of the substance. Peppermint: “Good?” >The response was given in the form of a cough and the return of smoke. Golden Corral: “Ach… Excellent…” Peppermint: “Naturally!” >The red mare laughed a little, partly at Goldie’s self-made persona being in jeopardy and partly a direct result of her intoxication. >Sepia’s house arrived in view shortly afterwards; the dainty, if a little plain, cottage with the small, well-kept garden. >The flowers in said garden were a little mismatched, being a result of colour coordination by a colour-blind mare. >The gang sauntered through the gate, still chatting. >As the appointed master of ceremony, it was Golden Corral who knocked on the door while the others waited patiently. >They were all looking good, their individually tailored styles all emphasised in preparation for the night to come. >Behind the door, clattering and banging could be heard, growing in volume as the clumsy mare found within made her way to the door. >With a thud that sounded quite painful, the door was arrived at, the chinking of locks in wake. >A cream mare, petite in stature and sporting the most adorable – and most dated – centre-parting threw the door open hastily. >Upon seeing the turnout, Sepia dons the most infectiously giddy grin. Sepia: “Hello everypony!” >She hopped hoof to hoof in her excitement. >The fast paced movement reminded the Golden mare of the pure sugar that was this adorable filly’s personality. >A wash of maternal feelings crashed in her chest. Golden Corral: “Hey hey, birthday girl!” >Sepia beamed proudly. Sepia: “It’s my birthday!” Hexferry: “That’s a bit of an arbitrary statement, don’t you think?” >Birthday girl looked past the golden mare, towards the tall, dark-furred one. Sepia: “Huuhh?” >Hexferry flinched at her unrefined hawk moth accent. >It made her sad to be of the same genus. >Then again, she could take pride in the fact that she had such common traits rightfully weeded out of her. >Caramel interjected before the blunt mare said something that might hurt the sensitive little creature before her. >She ensured that she would get to speak first by jamming a hoof into Hexferry’s mouth, much to her annoyance. Caramel: “Hexferry is just keen to get past the talking and on to the partying, Sepia.” Sepia: “Well come in! I have cakes and snacks and maybe… >The little mare gave off a dirty chuckle, looking around as if to clarify a lack of witnesses. Sepia: “… A little alcohol too~” >She revelled in the ability to talk about such naughty things. >Naughty by the perception of a mare so sheltered that, to her, “eating someone out” was a description of freeing a pony trapped within a pastry prison, that is. Sepia: “Well, come oooonnn in!” >The small one stepped aside, ushering the group in. >As they filed past, they exchanged birthday greetings with the new adult. Caramel: “Happy birthday, scamp.” Meisa: “Happy birthday!” >Cejire tussled her hair as she passed. Cejire: “Tonight’s about you, don’t forget that.” >Sepia responded with a prideful look. Sepia: “I know!” Peppermint: “Happy b-day! Welcome to the reaaal world.” >Hexferry brought up the back of the group, dragging her heels with little enthusiasm. >Sepia straightened herself up as she held the door, closing her eyes with the most angelic smile. >She awaited the last birthday greeting from the mare who stood half again her height. >That mare simply walked past, following the others into the lounge. >This made the petite moth pony snort, scowling fiercely at the yellow mane on the back of Hexferry’s head. Sepia: “A-/hem/.” >The brown mare threw on her biggest, cheesiest grin in lieu of that indignant sneer before the bigger pony turned to her. Hexferry: “What?” Sepia: “Don’t’cha have something to saaaayyy?” Hexferry: “Uh... There’s a password?” Sepia: “No but…” >The smile faltered on her lips as she scuffed the floor with her hoof sheepishly. Hexferry: “But what?” >Hexferry had always intimidated Sepia. >And yet, her approval had always been subject to Sepia’s desire. Sepia: “I-it’s nothing… Sorry.” >Her grin left completely as she painted a picture of pure pitifulness, her inky eyes examining the carpet thread by thread as she shrank. >Even Hexferry found it hard to ignore that. Hexferry: “Ugh… Happy birthday or something…”