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[You know what's nice? Canterlot. Arcee had never been to such a nice city before- Well, scratch that, one where she didn't spend the majority of the time underground. New York doesn't count. Despite everything, her short time there definitely left an impact. She'd...she'd really like to go again during different circumstances.]

The more I hear about this gala, the more I think I want to go. Not trying to get my hopes up, it's not like I'd make top of a VIP list, just...a nice thought.

[Just kidding, she'd totally crash if she wasn't invited.]

I don't know, maybe I just want someone to tell me I'm not crazy.

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[What are you talking about, horses breathe through their feet.

Okay, so maybe Arcee knows absolutely nothing about how animals work, but she's fairly certain no one should hang upside-down.]

Guess I just don't like the idea of hurting people who don't know better. Now, if they threw a punch my way...

Black eyes heal. The sorta crap that words can do doesn't heal nearly so easy. The scars they leave just aren't as visible, that's all.

[Oh, okay. Arcee's going to guess there's a story behind that, but that's none of her business. She'd also say she disagrees, but again, probably not the best thing to say right now.]

...So. Going to the gala?

You couldn't pay me enough to be caught dead there.

I can't stand the upper crust.

[A pause, before she visibly relaxes herself.]

If you need help figurin' out transportation or outfit, though, I'd be willin' to help.

[Well isn't she sweet.]

You say that like I do. Don't go for them, go for the free food.

Or, I guess in Ponyville's ideals, your friends.

...The friends I know of that are interested are either going to work or they already have dates.

Present company excepted.

Nopony likes a third wheel.

Please, like people only go to parties for dates. I'm probably dragging my whole team there, don't think I won't drag your aft, either.

[FRIENDSHIP, FLARE. FRIENDSHIP.]

I thought you said you didn't like punishin' stupidity with death. I'm pretty damn sure that if I end up in Canterlot I'm gonna end up cavin' some stuffed-collar's skull in.

[THEY HAVE CREAMS TO TREAT THAT, ARCEE.]

Pretty sure it's not pinned on me if you're the one causing the murder.

But fine, if you really hate these ponies more than you like being around your friends, I can't do anything about it.

[As much as she likes to threaten otherwise.]

...Are you sure you don't have any kids at home? That's some pro-class Mom Guilt Trippin', ya know.

I'm not a mom.

[She practically spits that out.]

All I want to do is have a good time with my friends. As much as you might hate it, I'd like to think you're part of that circle.

...You weren't here for last year's Gala, were you?

What do you think, Flare?

I...actually don't remember. It's been a year. I know you said that's not long to you, but when there's so much crap going on as has been here...

Let's just say that I'll have fun with you but I think even if I tag along with you guys to Canterlot, I'm not goin' to the Gala itself. I'll save a spot at Pony Joe's for the lot of ya, though.

Guess it's the best I can ask for. Don't say I can't compromise.

[Never mind she has no idea what a Pony Joe's is.]

Likewise. I was gonna stay here in Ponyville and get drunk like I did last year, but if you insist...

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