After a long night of walking, Winter arrived at the Grand Ball. "I guess I'll head to the bar, first!" She said to herself, trotting over. Winter looked inside. Many ponies were there. Winter probably would have greeted everypony, but she was too tired. And thirsty. Winter walked over to the punch, and poured herself a glass. She drank it all. Still thirsty, She thought to herself. She drank a few more glasses of punch, but then she started feeling... unusual.
Winter started walking around the bar, looking at all the handsome stallions. "You're cute." She said to one stallion, to receive a punch from the stallion's date. Winter stumbled backwards from the hit. She was angry. Winter sent out a spark from her horn as a warning. Though, before she could actually attack the mare, she stumbled to the floor, asleep.