The Arms Hotel, Saturday

[gunslingerpose]

Nikolai's week had been a long one. Hannibal had been so kind as to fit his shoulder back into place, hook him up with a sling for his arm, and to patch up his head. Still, it had only been a few days since he'd been bricked from behind while on patrol, and painkillers were still very much factoring into his productivity today

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[locointhecoco]

"Party! PARTY!" came a chorus of voices. "FUN!"

A crowd of Pinkies came sproinging up to the hotel door. One of them squashed right into it before the other ones managed to barrel through. "FUN! Fun! Fun!"

"Ooo, chips!" One of the Pinkies paused at the specials sign, giving the letters horns and mustaches.

[gunslingerpose]

... Nikolai was not on enough painkillers for this.

"Someone neglect to tell me there was a party today?" Because it would explain the potato chips, but probably not the swarm of pink ponies. "I get the feeling I missed that memo."

[locointhecoco]

"Ginseng told us!" Pinkie said.

"Nono, Kinsey!" said Pinkie.

"I think her name is Carter," mused Pinkie.

"This party needs more balloons," said Pinkie, her mouth full of chips.

"I've got the party cannon!" added Pinkie.

There were not enough painkillers in the world for this.

[gunslingerpose]

Don't ask don't ask don't ask don't ask...

"The hell is a party cannon?"

Nikolai really shouldn't have asked. But he figured he had this handled. He worked with Hollywood celebrities when he wasn't on the island, after all. What could a few pink ponies do?