But it was hot out.
The doors were open.
Roger, Rick, Dave, Syd and Nick sat around the living room.
And they were all shit-faced drunk.
"And then, right in the middle of the ring was this wad of gum that my marble was stuck to!!" Nick was flopped over the arm of the sofa, telling stories about his childhood.
None of them made much sense.
"You fucking sucked at marbles, anyways, Nick," Dave crowed, finding this extremely amusing. He was sprawled over the couch, too, with his head on Nick's stomach and his legs over Rick's lap. Rick had Dave's pant-leg up and was pulling at his socks.
"Dave, you suck at everything," Roger spat, taking another swig of beer and another drag on his smoke. He was sitting on the couch across from Dave, Rick and Nick. Syd was lying upside-down over the side of the couch next to him singing something. Every once in a while, he decided to grab Roger's toes, which would usually earn him a swift but ineffective kick in his direction.
"If you don't
The crown will plainly show
The pony who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed making cupcakes,
making cupcakes with some kind of strange flavour.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said she'd come to no good
in the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed her into shape.
But my hooves were tied,
The bleeding cakes and parties.
Let her get away with laughter.
Let me hammer her today?
Crazy, souls in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone baking
They must have taken my sanity away
(Crazy, souls in the attic she's crazy)
You pinky pile you're in it, now
I hope they throw away the key.
Yer should have baked with me more often
Than you did, but no! You had to go
Your own way, have you given any
Just five minutes, horse your honor,
Her and me, alone.
Come to mother pinky,
Let me hold you in my hooves.
but I never wanted her to
Get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever h