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!!1UWgvLNvo3U 10/05/11(Wed)00:39 No.30283695>>30283450
Alright, alright --
Fluttershy would drink blush or sweet white wine, probably stopping at a full TWO glasses, making a few dramatic swooning noises and tittering a little more than usual.
("my my how EVER will she fly alll the way home in the dark after all that really CLASSY wine," she'd wonder to the purple-haired mare at her left, Moscato just barely perfuming her breath, "mmmmmaaaybe I'd have to stay in town tonight, someone have a couch?"
Rainbow Dash would be hammered inside 10 minutes in the bar, having downed a mixture of "disco lemonade", cheap rum, cheap vodka, and extremely expensive energy drink. She'd nurse a fruit ale for the rest of the night to look a little more sophisticated, but her heart wouldn't really be in it. She'd laugh at all the right jokes and not get angry-drunk (if Applejack minded manners), but she'd be far past the finish line as the rest were lining up at the gate, so to speak.
Exactly as planned.
Pinkie Pie would discover (as she does every week) she has a sweet tooth for cotton candy cosmopolitans, served in a large glass with an umbrella. A pink drink for a pretty pink pony, so she'd exclaim every time the bartender extracted and deployed the tiny bamboo parasol into the murky-pink lagoon of booze.
She'd drink five before the end of the night and show no visible signs of drunkenness, barring a light headache the next morning. |
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