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We Like To Party! Jan 4, 2013 12:14:51 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2013 12:14:51 GMT -6

It was hard to put down work and actually relax sometimes; she was obsessed to say the truth. She wanted to make a tour for the Bolts, a brand new tour. But these things didn’t happen overnight, it took months of planning and routes to memorize. So instead of leaving her paper work in the office, like she should have, it came back to her place. Since she wasn’t at her parent’s house, she actually had quiet time to work.

Not that it was a good thing to bring work home but Spitfire really didn’t care that much to keep them apart. Looking out the papers all over her desk, she sat thinking what she was going to do, how they were gonna travel. Oh so much to do in such little time, Spit knew for a fact this was going to make her pull an all nighter one day. Might get yelled for it, but at least it would be done.

Getting out of her seat, she trotted back to her room and picked up her brush. Might as well just brush the mess on top of her head. Help her bedhead a little bit, believe it or not her hair was a little bit more neater normally than it was out of bed. After a couple brushed, she trotted back to unlock her door.

She knew Fleet would be busting through the door anytime soon, if she got up that is. Not that she really minded what time Fleet came over, it wasn’t like they were working or anything, just friends hanging out together. Fleet was like a sister to her basically, a less annoying sister compared to her actual real sister.

Plopping on her couch, she laid down on the comfy couch waiting for Fleet. There was a book she wanted to read, or actually start to try to read. But it was all the way over on the table away from her …on the couch. To get up or not? Spitfire just lacked the effort, she could go get the book in a second. She would just rest here for a second, rest her eyes, but as soon as her eyes closed, she knocked out…asleep.

TAGGED; Fleeeeeeet

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We Like To Party! Jan 5, 2013 1:40:43 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 5, 2013 1:40:43 GMT -6

Fleetfoot tried the door and found it unlocked. Good! Captain must not be working, or this wouldn't be the case. She pushed open the door to Spitfire's home and let herself in. Standing in the entryway, she listened. It was quiet. But not too quiet. Shutting the door behind her, Fleet made her way into the living room, and she spotted a sleeping Spitfire. Try saying that five times fast! She also spotted a desk full of work.

Oh, Spitfire was up to that again, was she? Fleet carefully and quietly set down her saddlebags. One had a jug of hard cider, the other was full of snacks, and either would make suspicious noises if not handled with care. Once unburdened, Fleet took a look at what her Captain was working on. Tour work! Fun! well, once everything was planned out, it was fun. But this didn't look like much fun to Fleetfoot. She looked back over her shoulder to make sure Spitfire was still deeply asleep, then picked up her pen and began to work.

This wasn't the first time she'd filled out paperwork for Spitfire (granted, unknowingly, for her Captain would never ask.) And she was always careful never to make any of the decisions or sign as her. But when orders had to be filled out in triplicate, receipts written and re-written, Schedules filled out several times, information filled out on this page, then again on another, and on yet another, then there was a lot of repeat busy work. And Fleet just considered herself as giving Spitfire a lift over some of this. It was still all of her work. Fleet was just being a sort of under-secretary/copier. When Fleet had done as much as she thought she could possibly get away with, she filed everything away neatly in the desk. Spitfire's hard work had been ruined more than once before from being left out where Wonderbolts and alcohol had been involved!

The boring crap over with, both mares, Fleet felt, could apply themselves to the business of having fun! leaning over the back of Spitfire's couch, the aqua pegasus gave one of her friend's feet a feathery tickle!

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We Like To Party! Jan 11, 2013 14:16:22 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2013 14:16:22 GMT -6

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It was only those unexpected naps that were the best, never the planned ones. Plus her couch was quite comfy too so it was quite easy to dooze off her. No matter what time Fleet came to greet her, the nap would still feel amazing, one hour time or just a quick 20 minute nap.

Rolling around on her couch she didn’t hear Fleet come in or work at her desk. She wasn’t even dreaming, just in a deep sleep till her friend arrived.

She wasn’t expecting the tickle. That made her jump with her eyes wide awake. Thought Spitfire had a habit when she was scared. Her wings could spread and she would shoot off into any direction, just away from what had made her jolt. Thankfully she was quick enough this time, not to crash into a wall or something. she stopped midair and floated down on the ground, ”Fleet I should kill you”[/] she said taking a deep breath in.

But Spitfire wasn’t made, oh no, she laughed right after that. She was a different mare outside of the Academy, so she wasn’t going to yell at her friend Fleet. ”I was having such a good nap” she playfully groaned and walked down back to where Fleet was standing. Glomping the mare till the ground, some kind find it a harsh getting but they were Bolts. They were used to getting kicked around in the air, this did not compete. Fleeeeeeet she cheered happily and stood back up. ”You just got here?” she asked curious.

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We Like To Party! Jan 12, 2013 1:08:04 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jan 12, 2013 1:08:04 GMT -6

Fleetfoot laughed when Spitfire jumped awake like a startled cat! She had seen her act like that before, but she never grew tired of seeing it. And of course, Spitfire had a momentary flash of temper following her fright- but it was always over quickly. As teammates, they were just too close. "Kill me, eh? Then who would bring you snacks and drinks?" Fleet asked before she was tackle-glomped to the floor. She laughed and hugged her captain.

"I've been here awhile," Fleet admitted, "But I let you sleep because you looked like you were enjoying yourself. For a little while anyway! I got some cider from Woozi Booz. She said its really strong, so I only got one. Get us some cups, would you? " Fleet put the jug of cider on the coffee table and emptied out the the other saddlebag, the one full of snacks. "And we've got the junkfood express over here... Chips, cupcakes, more chips, carrots... who the heck put carrots in here?... Cookies, muffins and of course, two pies." Fleet giggled. "Let's see how long it takes Soarin to find us now."

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We Like To Party! Mar 15, 2013 19:24:42 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2013 19:24:42 GMT -6

”I’d say Soarin’, But I fear he’d eat them before they got to me” she laughed at her own little joke, fixing her wings a bit to rest better on her size. After they had both hugged each other, she opened her wings back up, pushing herself up with another powerful flap. Enough power to push her off of Fleet and hover in the air for a couple seconds so she could jump on her couch. ”Gotcha” Spit nodded and jumped off the couch, toward the direction of the kitchen. She didn’t fly all the way there though, oh no. once she had all four legs on the floor, and she walked into her kitchen and grabbed two cups from the cabinet.

”Sounds like you bought out a whole store there Fleet” she smiled and slid the cups on the island, so they could poor the cider. ”Soarin’?” she rolled her eyes a bit playfully. ”I’m surprised I wasn’t pushed out of my bed from him the other night” she shrugged. If there was one thing Spit spend her money on, it was her bed. It was her pride and joy, softest bed you ever laid it. It was the reason Soarin’ would climb into it, which she didn’t mind. If it was her team, she really didn’t care however long they stayed or really did. She loved them, they were her family.

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We Like To Party! Mar 17, 2013 6:32:07 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2013 6:32:07 GMT -6

"He probably would," Fleet agreed, laughing delightedly. "Soarin's such a good guy, but when snacks are involved, sometimes you just cant trust him." The was a gentle, soft, almost wistful tone in Fleetfoot's voice. She liked the stallion more than she dared to admit to even her Captain. It didn't stop Fleet from poking gentle fun at him, though! "And the only reason he wasn't pushing you out of bed last night was because for most of it, I was between you two. He did keep trying to steal all the covers though!"

Fleet poured out the cider as she spoke, smiling down into the mugs. She hadn't been there in the morning, unlike Soarin. Fleet often got busted for oversleeping, or for sleeping so much during the day. She didn't mind. The Wonderbolt kept some very odd hours, sleeping and waking at all the wrong parts of the day. But as long as she didn't miss any shows and made most of her practices, it was tolerated. Usually.

Although, it was hard to get out of Spitfire's bed. That object was the ideal of sleeping luxury to Fleet. But she never seemed to be able to save up enough to get one of her own... And it wasn't the fault of her salary, either!

Pushing one of the mugs towards Spitfire, Fleet picked up the other. It was only half full, but that was because the speedy mare was, as might be suspected, something of a lightweight. Fleet, however, would never ever admit it... in words. Taking a long drink, Fleet felt the spicy tingle and the slow glowing warmth that followed. She reached for a carrot. "So what's got you so tired out these days that you fall asleep on the couch, instead of your wonderful, fabulous bed?" she teased, although she already knew.

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We Like To Party! Jun 4, 2013 10:05:01 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2013 10:05:01 GMT -6

“Sometimes I don’t understand why you two don’t just buy a bed like mine” there was a chuckle at the end of her words. But still a question. “We have already justified that it is worth it to have one. I can contact the ponies I got my bed room to set you two up” she offered. It was well worth it to have that kid of bed in your home. It was only here in cloudsdale though, not in her small place up in HQ or her apartment in Canterlot or her place with her parents. She had never places and it would be a wase to have the same bed all over, too many bits.

Plus her Canterlot place was more for just quick stops or when she had stuff she had to take care of that would take more than a day to finish. Her brother usually lived in there and did whatever he had to do. As long as there were no parades of mares going in and out of the place, she was fine with him living there.

She took the mug that Fleet had pushed over to her and sipped slowly. When was the last time she had been intoxicated or just feeling nice? Too long. “You complain but yet you eat it” shaking her head, she laughed and watched Fleet go after the carrot of all things. “Stunts with tour work” she answered and took another sip of her cider.

“It usually take a year to plan a tour, but I want to try and do the impossible and make that planning time shorter” there was so much that went into a tour it was crazy. It was more than just picking destination, it was themes, outfights, lighting, pricing all that good stuff. Spit did take on a lot of the tour planning in the beginning, usually. Once she had everything set into categories, that was when she hired other ponies to fill in all those gaps. “This tour is going to be more…closer to our fans.” She explaining, thinking of how to best describe herself. “but none of that will happen f I keep sleeping on my couch every chance I get” she sighed, flopping her ears over.

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We Like To Party! Jun 9, 2013 10:22:38 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2013 10:22:38 GMT -6

"Somehow, I suspect that even if Soarin' and I both had beds like yours, you'd probably find us spending more time in yours." The speedy wonderbolt replied with a smug smile.

Fleetfoot wondered, dryly, if it was appropriate to say that the attraction of Spitfire's bed was mostly Spitfire herself. Not just her, of course. Fleet loved the cuddliness of Soarin, too. More than she dared to admit. And somehow, after late nights working together, putting on shows and sleeping in strange hotels, it had become... like a tradition, meeting in Spitfire's room and sharing her bed. Fleet hoped that neither of them would get a special somepony anytime soon to ruin their closeness- and then she despised herself a moment later. No matter how much she loved her team, she shouldn't want to hold them back from happiness, even in her wishes.

Slowly, her expression a little serious, she sipped her own mug of Cider. The wonderful warm feeling, the spicy smell, and the sweet taste seemed to comfort her. After all, they were her closest friends, and they always would be, right? They wouldn't forget about her even if they did get a special somepony!

"About that tour-" Fleet asked, mostly to get her mind off that train of thought. "-When you say close to our fans, do you mean it would be more like an Equestrian tour instead of a world-wide one? 'Cuz I wouldn't mind visiting Neighpon again." and spending next year's salary on bonsai trees and sake she added, giggling to herself. Fleet had an undying passion for the tiny trees, and the last time she'd been there, she'd overspent her budget and had to borrow money from Soarin to get through the following month.

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We Like To Party! Sept 13, 2013 19:36:45 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 19:36:45 GMT -6

“Probably” her answer was with a smile of course. She liked her nights alone but nights with them were just so much better. She was always laughing when they were around, never a dull moment. After so long, it was amazing that they were still so close. Soarin’ and herself had met together when they applied and just kind of became and a pair. Fleet had joined them a little after and since then they had become a little trio. Don’t get her wrong, all her Bolts were amazing and wonderful. But she had a special place for Soarin’ and Fleet. They kept her grounded.

The bolts and their hard cider. A very interesting combination. They worked hard, they played hard. They were all of age and they all enjoyed themselves to the fullest they could. She sipped the cider again, taking up a cupcake. Last time she had a cupcake, forever. Once she took a bite out of it, she let it sit for a second just savoring it. Cupcakes, her guilty pleasure.

“You do not need any more of those darn trees Fleet” laughing at the time they had went there. They had been too so many amazing places over the years. “And no, I want to hit more places this time. I’m shooting for over 100 stops, with a couple months break in between. Do a couple shows, take a week or two break, do more shows and another break” it was getting this idea in motion and on paper that would be the challenge. “but we take the break in whatever place we are in, so like a little vacation too, you know?” it would be nice to actually have visiting time to all these amazing places that they had went too. “What I want to add is like, inner with the bolts or…day with a bolts. Have lucky fans get to actually spend time with us and have fun with us…legal fun” no fan would be parting with them, she wouldn’t risk that much.

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We Like To Party! Sept 17, 2013 5:58:30 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2013 5:58:30 GMT -6

Oh, yes, Fleetfoot did need more of 'Those darn trees!' as Spitfire put it! They were a private passion, a personal indulgence, and certainly more healthy for a pony than some of the stuff other Wonderbolts spent their salaries on! Not Spitfire or Soarin' though, she thought, loyally and with pride. Both of the Wonderbolts she looked up to were fairly responsible when it came to bits.

...fairly. Work hard, play hard, after all.

The tour though, that sounded interesting, and certainly explained the larger-than-usual pile of work that poor Spitfire had to fill out. It also sounded downright exhausting, and the light aqua pegasus nearly groaned at the vision she had of herself, getting up early and on time, all those practices she would have to attend. Fleet took a long comforting drink of her mug and was surprised when she finished it. All gone already? She refilled it, to the brim this time. Actually, a little over. She sipped it before she tried to lift it. Much better!

One part of the plan, however, worried her even more than the getting up early. "We're going to spend time with fans in a more personal kind of way...like, well, outside of shows and autograph signings and things... you mean, like..." Fleet hedged, having trouble coming directly to the problem, "...Well, like personally, casual...." It was possible that the Wonderbolt was already a little drunk. "I don't have to be out of uniform for that, do I?"

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We Like To Party! Dec 24, 2013 11:03:34 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2013 11:03:34 GMT -6

”No no no noooooo” it was more No’s than needed to be said but she was drinking this cider. She watched her mug for a second, sipping the liquid again. ”I mean like…” it was a troubling one to get her thoughts out now. ”Uniforms on, with a dinner” she finished her mug of hard cider. Grabbing the full container of the cider, she filled back up her bug and grabbed a carrot. From cupcakes to carrots, at least she was making a more healthy choice in what she ate. Even though she was downing this cider like no tomorrow.

”Like after a show, some number of fans get to have dinner with us, spend some time with us. Still in our wonderbolt glam” she explained and rested her head on the kitchen island. ”We aren’t going to cross the line too much Fleet” she assured her waving her hoof in the air. ”…trust me..” she smiled, feeling the cider work through her. ”This cider” she noted, looking at her mug for a second of two. She took another gulp of the tasty liquid before speaking again, “Is strong but really good”.

She should probably stop after this mug though, she was feeling it after her first cup and then she had taken a second cup right after. She had not filled it as much as Fleet but she put a good amount of cider in it. Enough that if she wasn’t on the floor by the last of this cup, there was something wrong. Spitfire was something of a lightweight depending on what she ate. Full belly? Not so much. Today all she had so far in the past couple hours was a cupcake and a carrot. She was drinking this cider like no tomorrow too. ”But tell me, what have you been up to?” she was curious. Her head had been stuffed in tour papers, she wondered how Fleet had spent her time.

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We Like To Party! Dec 26, 2013 21:45:58 GMT -6

Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2013 21:45:58 GMT -6

Fleet relaxed when Spitfire reassured her that no, she would not need to be out of uniform. But really, she ought to have known better. Her captain wouldn't do that to her. Spitfire knew how she felt about being seen out of uniform. And how she sometimes froze up if she got stared at without it. She'd pulled her plot out of just such jams more than once, after all.

Take another sip of cider. Ahh, that warm floaty feeling. Fleetfoot just grinned when the quality and strength of the booze was remarked on. Yeahh... Quality and strength. Quality... and strength. Like Spitfire and Soarin. They were quality ponies, dependable, good natured, honest, reliable, strong, kind, welcoming, warm... floaty... hey, where'd her cider go? All gone all ready? she refilled her mug. Then, since Spitfire's was half empty and she was holding on to it anyway, she refilled that one too! Much better.

”But tell me, what have you been up to?”

The aqua wonderbolt paused, trying to focus her gaze and her thoughts. What had she been up to? Fleet played with her half-eaten carrot, poking herself in the cheek. "I've been working on breaking a new speed record," she said, at last. "Its not going so well." she added, solemnly. "And there's always messages to carry from base to base, when I need a little extra jingle." which was nearly always, she added to herself, mentally. It wasn't that she didn't get paid well. She did. Bits just had this odd way of melting away too quickly when she held them. Strangest thing.