>Be really fucking hungry.
>You imagine that this must be what people who are high feel like when they are their most high.
>It's time for some Domino's pizza.
>Look at the clock.
"Shit, when do they close again?"
>Can't remember what day it is because of how famished you are.
>Too tired to walk into the store.
>Don't trust that online faggotry.
>Luckily your phone is sitting right next to you.
>The number to the place is on one of the boxes sitting on the table.
>You shed a single tear for the victim's of last week's feast.
>Damn, you should probably clean up your messes.
>Stomach growling.
>No time to mourn.
>Dial in the number meekly and prepare to make your stomach shut the fuck up.
>After two rings, the call goes through.
>That annoying pink voice on the other end comes through, chipper as ever.
>"Hi, Anonymous!"
>She already has your number memorized.
>It's all over.
"Pinkie, I don't need any shit today. I just want my usual."
>"Ohhh, that's too bad, Nonny! We actually just closed!"
"What."
>Your voice comes out flatly as it finally dawns on you that it is indeed far too late to be ordering food.
"You don't... happen to know if any other places are open, do you?"
>It's a long shot.
>There's a small whine on the other end, as if she's struggling to not disappoint you.
>Then there's a hopeful gasp, and she speaks up.
>"Say, Anonymous. I have a pretty good idea~"
>Her voice has that signature suggestive tone, suddenly.
"Wha-?"
>She lets out a passionate sigh into the phone.
>You gulp and begin to fan yourself with your hand.
>This call is getting pretty steamy.
>Oh wait, you accidentally left your shower running.
>She continues as you put a stop to the scalding water flow.
>"You know, it sucks that all the other pizza places are closed~"
"Yeah?"
>"Maybe I could be your delivery driver tonight?"
>You nod to no one, throat getting dry.
>"Wouldn't you like me to bring you a special treat?"
"I..."
>"After all, it sounds like you might have a real sweet tooth."
>She really just fucking did.
"...God fucking damnit, Pinkie, I AM NEVER GOING TO EAT THOSE CHOCOLATE LAVA CAKES!"
>After a smashing success throwing your phone against the wall, you trudge to the pantry hoping you still have some spaghetti left to make.