>You are Anon, a junior at Canterlot
High.
>It's Saturday night.
>No date, no party to attend, just you and your vidya.
>You are currently attempting to beat your previous speed run of Metal Gear Solid 3, five hours, thirty-six minutes.
>You have your PS3 hooked up to the old man's hometheater system in the basement.
>70 inch plasma
>Full leather couch.
>7.2 Dolby surround system.
>Popcorn machine.
>The works.
>And if that wasn't enough there's a mini bar down here as well.
>Not that you were much of a drinker, but the ocasional shot never hurt.
>Your parents are out of town on their wedding anniversary, meaning a full week of peace and quiet.
>You think they wen't to Kenya this year.
>Dad always had a thing for Big game hunting.
>Many of his trophies hung on the wall around you.
>The wall mounts ranged from buffalo, zebras, rhinos, lions, and one mount your dad claims holds the scale of a purple and green dragon he encountered in Brazil.
>Your pretty sure it just belonged to a large snake of some kind but you never tell your dad this.
>Wouldn't wanna upset the old man over a tall tale.
>You've seen BigFish, not goin through that shit.
>Your phone goes off next to you on the couch.
>You pause your game.
>Damn, and you were just about to kill The End.
>Teachin this old timer how to snipe wasn't too hard, but he could catch you by surprise if you weren't careful.
>You open your phone to see a text from an old friend, Trixie.
>"Hey you home?"
>Haven't heard from her in a while.
>You type a response and hit send.
"Yea, whats up?"
>You un-pause and toss your phone back to your side.
"Where are you, you wrinkly bastard?"
>He was just behind that log a second ago.
>Your health and stamina is low, but so is his.
>You both need one last shot on one another.
>The phone vibrates again.
>"Mind if I stop by? Bored as hell."
>You start typing another response.
>"BAM! SNAKE!?SNAKE!? SNAAAAAAKE!?!?"
>Son of a bitch.....
>You finish your text and hit send.
"Yea, sure."
>"Be there in like 15 mins."
>You hit the home button on your controller and load up netflix.
>Trixie always had a thing for movies, "the magic of cinema", you remember her saying once.
 
>You get up off your couch and start to prepare everything to accomadate your guest.
>You instinctively turn on pandora on the sound system.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_wY6i5vRlUU
'Nice'.
>Pandora while you got ready was a habbit you picked up from helping plan a many a party with Pinkie Pie.
'Good times.'
>You chuckle to yourself remembering all the crazy antics that Pink girl got you involved with.
'Note to self, see if Pinkie Is doing anything this weekend.'
>With Netflix logged in, you head over to the popcorn machine and open it's glass door.
>You pour some uncooked kernals inside and mix in the butter and salt.
>Extra butter, low salt, Trixie's favorite.
>Which reminds you of a little something.
>You open a cabinet next to the popcorn machine filled with various popcorn seasoning salts.
'Let's see here, butter, ranch, cheddar cheese, white cheddar, ah, here we are!'
>Your hand reaches for the desired salt.
'Peanut butter flavor, perfect.'
>You never really cared for the stuff, but Trixie seemed addicted to it.
>You close the machine and start it up, the sound of popping kernals soon reaches your ears.
>Next you turn your attention to the mini bar.
>You walk over and pull out a couple glasses, a bottle of Jack, and two cans of coke.
>Classy.
>You drop a few icecubes in the glasses and pour in the liquids.
'About a one fourth jack mix.'
>You take a sip and immeadeately step back.
'Okay maybe thats one half.'
>Trixie always liked a strong drink, so you suppose it's alright.
>The popcorn machine's buzzer rings.
>You walk back over to the machine and open its door.
>You grab the popcorn scoop, fill two bowls up, and sprinkle the peanut butter seasoning on one of them.
'Perfect'
>You take a moment to step back and appreciate your efforts to acommadate your friend.
>The sound of the doorbell upstairs signals her arrival.
'Just in time.'
>You pull out your phone.
"Come on in. I'm in the basement."
 
 
>The door opens then closes upstairs and the sound of footsteps can be heard aproaching the basement.
>The door to the basement opens, but no more footsteps are heard.
>"Presenting!"
'Should of known this girl was gonna make an entrance.'
>Trixie starts running down the stairs.
>"THE GREAT AND POWERFU-AHH!"
>Trixie tumbles down the rest of the stairs and lands at the bottom, her almost bare ass protruding from her cape and facing you.
>She's in her full magician get up, blue sequin leotard, hat, cape, and she even has her wand in one hand.
>You note she also has a plastic bag in her other hand, filled with what you assume were here street clothes.
>Grumbling ,she picks herself up and turns around to face you.
>You can't help but chuckle at the pouting expression she has on her face.
>"What are you laughing at?"
>You grab the drinks and hand one to her.
"Oh, nothing."
>She takes a sip and smiles, her shoulders drop with a sigh of content.
>"Ah, just how I like it, thanks Anon."
'Knew she'd like it.'
"No problem, but what's with the get up?"
>Trixie seems phased by your question before looking herself over.
>"Oh, yes, Trixie just got done doing a show for some kid's birthday party."
'Oh yah, thats right, she preformed magic shows in her spare time.
"How'd it go?"
>"Alright, Trixie supposes, although she wishes her audiences were of a more mature crowd."
"Kids causing problems?"
>"One of them tried to ride me like some kind of horse."
>Trixie shudders as she takes another sip.
>The very idea of a child trying to attrmpt such a feat with Trixie makes you want to bust out laughing, but you keep to yourself for her sake.
>"Mind if Trixie gets changed real quick?"
>She motions to the bag she brought.
"Sure, bathrooms over there."
>You point behind yourself towards an open door.
>"Thanks Anon."
>Trixie smiles as she walks into the bathroom and closes the door behind her.
 
>You grab both the popcorn and the drinks and set them down on a coffee table in front of the couch.
>Looks like a fun night ahead.
>You sit down and grab your controller.
"Anything in partiqular you wanna watch on Netflix?"
>"Actually, Trixie brought a movie with her."
'Really hope it's not Desolation of Smauge.'
>Still haven't seen unexpected journey and this girl is a fantasy-oholic.
>Pressing the home button, you sign out of Netflix and eject your game disc.
>You get off the couch, put the disc back in its case, and wait beside your console for Trixie to hand you her movie.
'Hope it's a Blu-Ray.'
>Your PS3 seemed to demolish normal dvds for some reason.
>The bathroom door swung open.
>Trixie stood in the doorway, wearing a tee shirt with Detroit Motor City plastered on it and a pair of pajama bottoms decorated with stars, moons, and various other cosmic shapes.
'Damn, when did Trixie get so.....cute?'
>Those soft curves.
>Those bright eyes.
>Those moving lips.
'Wait what?'
>"I said, Whaddya think?"
>Your mind switches out of oggle mode and back into reality.
"You look.....cosmic?"
'Smooth Anon, real smooth'
>Trixie pouts at this.
'God that face was adorable.'
>"Very funny, Anonymous."
>She giggles to herself as she sits down.
'How is a laugh possibly that adorable?'
"So, uh wheres the movie?"
>"Right next to you."
>You look around your proximity but don't see the mentioned movie.
"What are you talki-"
>You're cut short as you notice a small present on the coffee table.
"When did that get here?"
>Trixie giggles again.
>"Magician, remember Anonymous?"
'Why do you keep forgetting about that?
>It's loosely covered in purple wrapping paper and a blue bow.
'Looks like it was done in a hurry, but hey, I'm not complaining.
"What's is it?"
>Trixie has a smug look on her face.
>"Oh that?"
>She folds her arms.
>"It's just a little something I picked up for you a while back."
'What could this possibly be?
 
>With slight hesitation you tear off the paper, a cardboard box sitting inside.
'Welp, here goes nothing'
>You open the box up and look inside.
>Your face instantly lights up,
'No. Fucking. Way.'
>"From the look on your face, Trixie assumes you are pleased with your gift."
>You stare blankly inside the box.
"Where did you find one?"
>"E-bay."
>You pull the beauty out of her resting place.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B002BNKQDK/ref=cm_sw_r_udp_awd_cTO2tb11T44WA
>A tear almost escapes your eyes.
>Sure the comic community loved to rip this movie to shreds, and you saw why, but you loved it flaws and all.
>You place the gift down on the table and turn to Trixie.
"Thank you, Trixie, it means a lot to me."
'Is she blushing?'
>"I- it was nothing Anon."
>You retrieve the disc inside of the statue and insert it in your Playstation, the movie starts up instantly.
>Trixie pats the spot next to her signalling to sit next to her.
'Movie time.'