Chapter 2: Dry results in a wet rain.


When I came home the rain just started. My mane was wet and it covered my eyes. Though my white and sky-blue hair, the rain still darkened it to a more greyer state.

"I'm home Flitter." I yelled. It was quiet for a bit but after a bit Flitter came out of the kitchen stirring something in a bowl. "What's that hun?" She walked closer and leaned the bowl down so I could see what was in it. It was some vegetables. She loved boiling up vegetables, though I had no clue why it was in a bowl nor, why she was stirring it. "Why are you stirring vegetables in a bowl?"

"I dont know.. well I guess we all go through strange phases from time to time." She smiled and went into the kitchen to prepare supper."

"I'll be right down. I just have to dry my mane upstairs." I went upstairs into our room. I turned the light on and looked at our bed. There was prominent indents on either side of the bed, showing we didn't actually sleep 'together'. I went onto my side and sat on the corner of the bed. Reaching underneath my dresser I grabbed a bottle of wine. I have been saving this for awhile. Saving it for a night Flitter and I decide to get a bit romantic. Its expiration date was only three weeks away and this was not a cheap brand. I was hoping that I would get to open this up and share it with Flitter. But, that was unlikely. Unless, I get her drunk off it first. This wasn't just some ordinary wine, it had a high alcohol content and thats all I needed. My plan was simple, every night flitter and I share some apple cider. If I were able to get her away from the fridge long enough I could sneak some into it. I went downstairs with the wine. When I walked in the kitchen Flitter turned and smiled then turned again.

"Whats with the wine?" She tilted her head slightly to one side with a curious look, following the bottle as I moved it around.

"I found it in my half of the closet. It spilt a bit onto your side but its expired so it shouldn't stain." I grinned a bit as shock overtook her face and she sped upstairs. I snuck some wine into the cider and hid the wine behind the fridge then innocently sat down. She arrived back in the kitchen, tired and breathless.

"Nothing was spilt Cloudchaser what were you talking about?" She grabbed the two salad bowls and placed them on the table. After sitting down she face planted into her arms which were crossed on the table.

"Oh. nothing spilt anywhere? Well like you said 'we all go through strange phases.' Now would you like some cider?" She didn't speak only nodded. I grabbed us both a glass and poured us some. Flitter looked up and grabbed the glass and chugged it down until it was dry. Again she put her head down and sighed. Her glass scooted a bit forward after she pushed it, asking for more. Gladly, I poured more. She drank it but only half, stopped and looked into the glass a tad confused. "What's wrong hun?"

"Nothing it just tastes funny, must be a different batch applejack is trying out and just decided to not tell anypony." She shook off her disbelief and finished the glass.

We later finished our salads and the cider. Hopefully this much alcohol will make her as intoxicated as berry punch. Yawning I grabbed the bowls and cups and put them in the sink. The plan was already working. Flitters eyes were growing drowsy and she slowly swayed side to side. "I'm a bit tired. I'm heading off to bed if you would like to join me fliter." She said nothing, just drunkenly got off the chair and headed up the stairs. She plopped on the bed next to me stomach up legs spread out. I traced a hoof around her chest. "So is there anything you would like to 'do' tonight?" Her response was a non understandable type of mumbling. I went up to her and gave her a long sweet kiss. But she wasn't kissing back her tongue was still and she was completely unresponsive. I backed up and shook her head "Flitter!" The small liquid strand between us didn't break it just giggled as I shook her, "Flitter!" She turned over on her side, back facing me. Mumbling what sounded like 'goodnight'. The string of mixed spit hang off my mouth down the bed, waving, taunting me of my failure. I left it there as I fell asleep, unsatisfied, unhappy, unimportant.