>you rush into the club, escaping Applejack as per usual
>this has got to stop
>every damn day
>no bouncer stopped you at the door, in any case
>you cool down, running your hands through your hair and take a deep breath
>the club scene is really happenin tonight
>nop0ny stops to look at you, they're all on the dance floor
>you walk up to the bartender and get yourself a nice glass of Applejack Daniels
>heh
>avoid AJ, drink a glass of AJ
>you make your way to the dance floor as well, content to party your cares away
>...
>after a few hours of partying, you make your way over to the DJ stand
>you hit it up with the DJ, who manages to hold conversation with you even while blaring music
>you're getting kind of drunk, but she's looking more and more familiar
>you ask her a question
"Do I know you from somewhere?"
>she simply replies
>"Word..."
>she turns to you
>"...sugarcube."
>you collapse in your drunken stupor
>you only had one drink
 
Fucking Rapplejack
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