>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."
 
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>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.
 
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>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.
 
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>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.
 
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>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.