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Rarity's Cure for a Hangover
Rainbow Dash’s futile moan emanated through the stairwell and into the kitchen. Her cries of pain were practically haunting the house. Rarity sighed as she put on the coffee.
Dash finally made it into the kitchen, crawling to her seat at the breakfast table. Rarity shook her head as her perpetual work-in-progress of a lover awkwardly stumbled into her chair before resting her head on the table with a thud. Another creaky moan escaped her mouth.
“Rough night?” Rarity teased.
“Will never drink again,” Dash replied in a dehydrated murmur that clearly scraped at her throat. She cringed in pain as mustered up the will to rub her temples.
Rarity tsked as she poured Dash a cup of coffee as well as a glass of water. “Really now, love, we both know that’s highly unlikely of you to follow through.”
“Shaddup, I mean it this time.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Just like how you meant it when you said you wouldn’t go to Applejack’s social last night and instead stay in and help me select the color of the cloth for my new credenza.”
“I did mean it, and I also meant it when I said I realized how boring as sin it was.”
Rarity chuckled as she walked over and tussled Dash’s wild, shaggy mane. “Oh, Dash, love. You’re incorrigible, but you’re my diamond in the rough.” She leaned in and planted a kiss on Dash’s forehead, to which Dash replied with another groan.
“Love you too, Rare, but I need toast, and I need it stat.”
Rarity leaned back and grimaced. “What you need is to brush your teeth. You smell like my father on Hearth’s Warming morning.”
“That comes later. Now comes toast.”
Rarity rolled her eyes as she scanned the cupboards for bread, but suddenly, she came upon an epiphany.
“Tell you what, darling. Instead of toast, I’ll give you something you’ll truly enjoy.”
“Rarity, I’d love to, but I can’t muster that kind of energy in the morning.”
The next sound that came from Dash was a shriek of pain as her migraine-rattled head was swatted with a newspaper.
“That’s what you get for being a lecherous crumb bum, darling. But anyway, a hangover like this calls for me to make you a Bloody Mare.”
“If you’re gonna kill me, can it at least be for something really bad, like reading your diary with Sweetie Belle... by the way, Thunderhoof was so not the hottest member of the Back Alley Colts.”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Dash, a Bloody Mare is a drink. Have you never heard of it?”
“Can’t say I have.”
Rarity chuckled. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Basically, a Bloody Mare is just tomato juice, vodka, and worcanter sauce, with added seasonings and whatnot depending on who makes it. Personally, I adore olives, but I also have some wasabi or celery if you want–”
“Just slow down for a second,” Dash murmured with a slightly raised voice, her head still firmly planted to the table. “You want me to drink vodka in the morning? When I’m hungover.”
“It’s just a little bit, darling,” Rarity explained as she began mixing the ingredients together in a glass. “This is the best cure for a hangover.”
“That literally makes no sense. This was caused by me drinking too much, and now you’re saying the way to make it better is to drink more.”
“It’s to ease the pain a little, love,” Rarity replied as she tossed the contents of the glass with some ice into her shaker.
“Ease the pain a... Rarity, are you a drunk?”
Rarity scoffed. “Really now, dear, I’m simply trying to help you.”
“You’re asking that I drink more in order to ‘ease the pain’. That’s how an alcoholic talks.”
Rarity frowned. “I am not a lush, Dash, and I would appreciate it if you ended this train of thought right now.”
“Prove to me you’re not,” Dash replied, clearly loving this.
“This is what adults do rather than spend all day wallowing in their hangovers like a teenager!” By this point, the drink was angrily shaken like several polaroids.
“At least teenagers aren’t alcoholics.”
Rarity growled in frustration as she sent the shaker hovering over Dash’s head, dumping the contents all over her face.
Dash giggled. “Oh, Rarity. You’re an incorrigible drama queen. But I love you.”
Rarity continued to murmur in frustration as Dash licked the drink on her face.
“Hey, this is actually pretty good. Can you make more?”
Dash finally made it into the kitchen, crawling to her seat at the breakfast table. Rarity shook her head as her perpetual work-in-progress of a lover awkwardly stumbled into her chair before resting her head on the table with a thud. Another creaky moan escaped her mouth.
“Rough night?” Rarity teased.
“Will never drink again,” Dash replied in a dehydrated murmur that clearly scraped at her throat. She cringed in pain as mustered up the will to rub her temples.
Rarity tsked as she poured Dash a cup of coffee as well as a glass of water. “Really now, love, we both know that’s highly unlikely of you to follow through.”
“Shaddup, I mean it this time.”
“Oh, I’m sure. Just like how you meant it when you said you wouldn’t go to Applejack’s social last night and instead stay in and help me select the color of the cloth for my new credenza.”
“I did mean it, and I also meant it when I said I realized how boring as sin it was.”
Rarity chuckled as she walked over and tussled Dash’s wild, shaggy mane. “Oh, Dash, love. You’re incorrigible, but you’re my diamond in the rough.” She leaned in and planted a kiss on Dash’s forehead, to which Dash replied with another groan.
“Love you too, Rare, but I need toast, and I need it stat.”
Rarity leaned back and grimaced. “What you need is to brush your teeth. You smell like my father on Hearth’s Warming morning.”
“That comes later. Now comes toast.”
Rarity rolled her eyes as she scanned the cupboards for bread, but suddenly, she came upon an epiphany.
“Tell you what, darling. Instead of toast, I’ll give you something you’ll truly enjoy.”
“Rarity, I’d love to, but I can’t muster that kind of energy in the morning.”
The next sound that came from Dash was a shriek of pain as her migraine-rattled head was swatted with a newspaper.
“That’s what you get for being a lecherous crumb bum, darling. But anyway, a hangover like this calls for me to make you a Bloody Mare.”
“If you’re gonna kill me, can it at least be for something really bad, like reading your diary with Sweetie Belle... by the way, Thunderhoof was so not the hottest member of the Back Alley Colts.”
Rarity rolled her eyes. “Dash, a Bloody Mare is a drink. Have you never heard of it?”
“Can’t say I have.”
Rarity chuckled. “Well, you’re in for a treat. Basically, a Bloody Mare is just tomato juice, vodka, and worcanter sauce, with added seasonings and whatnot depending on who makes it. Personally, I adore olives, but I also have some wasabi or celery if you want–”
“Just slow down for a second,” Dash murmured with a slightly raised voice, her head still firmly planted to the table. “You want me to drink vodka in the morning? When I’m hungover.”
“It’s just a little bit, darling,” Rarity explained as she began mixing the ingredients together in a glass. “This is the best cure for a hangover.”
“That literally makes no sense. This was caused by me drinking too much, and now you’re saying the way to make it better is to drink more.”
“It’s to ease the pain a little, love,” Rarity replied as she tossed the contents of the glass with some ice into her shaker.
“Ease the pain a... Rarity, are you a drunk?”
Rarity scoffed. “Really now, dear, I’m simply trying to help you.”
“You’re asking that I drink more in order to ‘ease the pain’. That’s how an alcoholic talks.”
Rarity frowned. “I am not a lush, Dash, and I would appreciate it if you ended this train of thought right now.”
“Prove to me you’re not,” Dash replied, clearly loving this.
“This is what adults do rather than spend all day wallowing in their hangovers like a teenager!” By this point, the drink was angrily shaken like several polaroids.
“At least teenagers aren’t alcoholics.”
Rarity growled in frustration as she sent the shaker hovering over Dash’s head, dumping the contents all over her face.
Dash giggled. “Oh, Rarity. You’re an incorrigible drama queen. But I love you.”
Rarity continued to murmur in frustration as Dash licked the drink on her face.
“Hey, this is actually pretty good. Can you make more?”