Smashing good time....

Three ponies entered the hospital emergency room. One carrying another pony bleeding from the head, and the other was almost too intoxicated to walk.

Shala stumbled over her tired hooves as they finally reached their destination. Relief came over her now that Intel would have a professional take care of him and her stupid mistake.

Indigo lifts the drunken bleeding colt off his back and onto the hospital floor. He didn't care what happened now, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

"Shala, do you want to go home or sleep here?"

For Shala, it was not a hard question, but it was a bit hard to talk. "I-i....Am going to shtaaay..." She stuttered. That Bacardi 151 really did ruin her senses. Her insides were hurting enough. "Intell....gonna be alright?" She nosed at Intel on the floor.

Well, that's all he needed to know and turned to walk out. "He'll be alright." And walks out.

Ouch. This almost hurt as much as being attacked by an enraged Sparkle. He had just spent the last couple of minutes drunk and bleeding on a pony with a surprisingly comfortable mane. Now he was on the hospital floor.

"Yeah, yeah, I tink, thionk, think!" Intel scrunched up his eyes in frustration. "I think I'm going to be right." Pause. "You...got my nameright."

Thank Celestia for small victories, maybe.

Canvis walked into the E+A and saw the three ponies. She had been out drinking with them but left before it got out of had, which it clearly did. But that was a few night ago, so this was recent. "What the-?!" she gasped, jumping away. "You-you guys are mad! MAD!" She was yelling now. Okay, in all fairness, she was intoxicated too. But she was here because she needed sleeping pills and no pharmacy was open. She couldn't sleep. She hadn't for the past two nights, and she needed sleeping pills to help her.