"Not really. So you went to pony jail, it's no biggie. Jail birds make the best partiers, and besides none of that matters here." Pinkie bounced up and down with a bit of genuine excitement.
"So are you going to run off and tell everyone about it?" Gilda asked watching Pinkie's bouncing.
"Not unless you want me to, gossip isn't my thing, just parties." she beamed putting a bit more bounce into a rhythm that must be only in Pinkie's head. Gilda was a little intrigued by this; she had never really looked or noticed Pinkie before. To her Pinkie was just another young lame pony girl, trying to steal her Dash away, but as she looked at Pinkie she couldn’t help but notice how young and attractive she was. She wasn’t anything like the other girls, she must’ve been a few years younger than her and Dash, she looked barely older than Fluttershy, who was a push in age limits by Gilda’s standards. Pony girls were definitely different, but Pinkie was more different than the rest. Griffon’s rarely got along with the Pony class; it was just basically a social stigma. Gilda though had fallen in love with Dash while at camp. Military school took what it could get, and there were no distinctions there. Ponies, Griffons, it was all the same, they just wanted good pilots, and Dash was the best. To Gilda, Dash was her world, the only thing that mattered, and this girl had somehow managed to wedge herself into Dash’s world; a world where Gilda wanted to be the only inhabitant.
Still she couldn’t help but keep her eyes off of Pinkie; she was a petite but still well-developed girl. She continued to stare till Pinkie’s question broke her out of the semi-trance state she was in.
“I said, were you really in Pony jail?!”
“What, what’s it to you if I was? What do you care anyway?”
“I was just wondering, were you in there a long time? I bet it’s been a long time since you got any pony tail. Is that why you want time with Dash?”