I have many things to say. Streetlight Manifesto is an awesome band. Bill Bryson is a huge inspiration. I want to go to a rave. The internet here sucks. Applejack is best pony. And there's a lot of fanfics out there better than this, so if you've made it this far, I congratulate you.
Pinkie's Drinking Contest
The party was phenomenal, Pinkie's always were. It was late in the evening and ponies were beginning to feel the mind numbing effects of the alcohol. Fluttershy was dancing in one of the most sensual ways possible, Applejack was losing in a drinking contest against her brother, and Twilight and Rainbow Dash were enjoying themselves far too much in a corner.
Berry Punch sipped on her sasaparilla as she talked to Colgate. The unicorn was just telling Berry about how the Cutie Mark Crusaders had tried to get their cutie marks in dentistry when Pinkie Pie popped out of nowhere.
"Hey Berry!" she yelled. "Having fun?"
"Yeah! This is awesome!" Berry yelled back.
"You want to know how to make it even more fun?" yelled the party pony, giving her a devious look.
"How?" asked Berry Punch, curious.
Pinkie had somehow slithered up behind her and whispered into her ear. "I challenge you to a drinking contest."
The entire room went silent. Everypony stared at Berry Punch and Pinkie Pie. Something had clicked inside of the latter pony's mind, and she stayed completely silent. Twilight, who had interrupted her little session with Rainbow Dash, floated a table and multiple bottles of vodka over to the pair.
As the two sat down, Rarity walked over and said to Pinkie Pie, "By entering this contest, you and you alone are responsible for any liver failure or death you may experience. Do you accept these terms?"
"I do."
"Then you two may begin." Rarity moved to the side.
One shot.
Two shots.
Five shots.
Twelve shots.
Twenty three shots.
By the thirtieth shot, even Pinkie Pie, who was famous for her high tolerance, was on the verge of passing out. She valiantly downed another shot, then wobbled, and fell to the ground, unconscious.
"Make way, make way!" Nurse Redheart pushed through the crowd and carried off Pinkie to the hospital.
Everypony looked at Berry Punch, who wasn't even tipsy. She just shrugged and downed another shot.
That is an extremely strong liver. Um… let me see… Can someone draw me something? Like anything from one of these stories? That'd be pretty cool. I should totally put this on the kindle store once I reach like fifty stories. Claim the title of being the first brony to publish a book on there. Unless it's already been done.
This was for y2kbrony
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