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>you have been living with Dash for a few weeks now, sleeping on his couch
>he is supporting you, as you just moved here from Cloudsdale and have yet to find a job
>late at night, he still isn't home yet
>must have been a long day of weather work, not too common but it happens sometimes
>you're waiting up for him in case something went wrong and he need to talk about it - you're old friends, after all
>you hear a fluttering of wings and some walking around on the clouds outside
>front door pounds open, nearly falling off its hinges
>Dash stumbles in, eyes half closed, wings propped up for balance
>he wobbles through the house towards you
>"Hi Dash, how was your d..."
>"Shut up," he says, "just shut up."
>As he gets closer, you can smell the reek of gin on his breath
>"Is everything okay? Have you been..."
>"I said shut up!"
>you take a few pensive steps backward
>he lunges forward and puts both front hooves on your shoulders,smiling at you
>you try to back away, but he's having none of it
>"Turn around and lay down," he says
>you lower your head in disgust, his breath is so terrible
>"I said turn around!"
>"Dash, you've been drinking... why don't I help you up to bed?"
>realizing he's not getting through to you, he puts his hooves under your shoulders and shoves you back
>you pop your wings up reflexively, but they are crushed as Dash pushes you to the ground |
