1: Prince Blueblood - front runner for the Upper Class Twit Of The Year competition for four years running - is doing something quite unusual: visiting Ponyville. With a checklist. And quill. Just like Twilight.
Weird.
2: If uninterrupted, he will proceed straight to the Carousel Boutique, where he will promptly stash his checklist, slick back his immaculate mane, clear his throat, and knock.
"Hello, you must be Sweetie Belle. Tell me, is your elder sister at home? It concerns tonight's Gala."
Uh, the Gala isn't tonight, True Blunder.
3: Well. Since that didn't go anywhere near as planned, he's at the bar, nursing a Pinot Noir -more confused than sulky. His body language is open though - odd, given that he's wither to wither with the hoi polloi that reputation suggests he can't stand. Bother him?
Hello, your dream is here, for I am Prince Blueblood // Horseworld AU // The Best Night Ever
Weird.
2: If uninterrupted, he will proceed straight to the Carousel Boutique, where he will promptly stash his checklist, slick back his immaculate mane, clear his throat, and knock.
"Hello, you must be Sweetie Belle. Tell me, is your elder sister at home? It concerns tonight's Gala."
Uh, the Gala isn't tonight, True Blunder.
3: Well. Since that didn't go anywhere near as planned, he's at the bar, nursing a Pinot Noir -more confused than sulky. His body language is open though - odd, given that he's wither to wither with the hoi polloi that reputation suggests he can't stand. Bother him?