I hobbled out of my room.
"Not worth 70 bits..." I grumbled.
I guess I did get the next to last room, but still. I stretched out my wings and headed down to the pub to wash away some memories. It's five o'clock somewhere I figured, trying to convince myself I didn't have a problem.
I heard panicked voices coming from a room and knocked on their door.
"You ponies ok?" I asked
Pssh. I shouldn't have knocked cause no one was in there.
"I need to stop and just go get breakfast," I said to none in particular.
I went down and ordered an Apple fritter. Earth ponies have their ways with confections, I had to admit. Specifically those Apple ponies.