fandomtownies | The Duck Pond, Thursday Morning

Frank	Frank generally didn't like the outdoors, but whatever. He was a pony now. If he was going to drink, he might as well do it over by the duck pond, out there the air was, ugh, fresh. And the ducks were, UGH, present. But he had a martini in his hoof and he wasn't going to question how that was even possible. "You know, being a pony isn't that bad," he said to no one in particular.
Discord	"That's the spirit!" said one of the ducks. An odd looking duck he was. He had horns, or one. And his wings looked a bit like an eagle's claw and a lion's paw. But it quacked like a duck and walked like a duck, and all the other ducks were cowering away from it like a duck, so it had to be a duck, right?

Frank	"Huh. Apparently martinis make horses hallucinate," Frank noted. "Cheers to that!" And he drank some more.
Discord	The duck that was getting less and less duck-like by the minute laughed delightedly, vanished from the pond, and reappeared perched on Frank's shoulder. He'd even resized to make sure he'd fit comfortably. He was a very considerate . . . thing. "Cheers!" he said, raising a glass matched to Frank's. "But I'm not a hallucination. Simply a humble servant of chaos." He took a sip, turned chartreuse, and spat a spray of gin into the grass. ". . . Interesting."
Frank	"Not terribly," Frank said. "I've met other servants of chaos before. Never as a pony, naturally."
Discord	"Oh?" Discord said, not sounding terribly interested. He propped his chin on his lion paw and stirred his martini with an eagle claw, the glass hovering in midair. "Did they turn you into a dragon, perhaps? Or maybe an ogre of some sort?"
Frank	"No, mostly I just made fun of them for a while and then led them to their own - often ironic - end," Frank noted. "But that was a long time ago, back when I cared more about that kind of thing and an equal amount about this kind of thing." He took a drink.
Discord	"Oooo, ironic comeuppance," Discord said. He emptied his martini onto the ground and put the glass on as a hat. You weren't paying enough attention to him, Frank. You should be paying more attention to him. "Deeply irritating, but classic."
Frank	"Look, chaos thingy, that martini has a brief life to live, and you wasted it instead of letting it help somebody else get wasted. If you really have no interest in drinking it, you should give it to someone who has a GREAT DEAL of interest in drinking it," Frank pointed out. "Just because you serve chaos doesn't mean you should refuse to serve drinks to other people."
Discord	Oh ho ho. "Doesn't it?" Discord said. He hopped up to his feet and walked a few paces away, his hands clasped behind his back. "Doing what other ponies want is hardly chaotic. Niceness is terribly predictable. Besides." He stopped, turned to face Frank, and conjured up another martini glass, from which he sipped delicately. "Besides, you've already got one of your own, haven't you." Discord didn't need showy flashes to work his magic. He liked them, but they were hardly necessary. All he needed here, for instance, was a flutter of his eyelashes.
Frank	"One of my own, sure. To be followed by many others of my own. But alcohol does love company," Frank said. "Wait. Was that flutter of your eyelashes significant in some way?"
Discord	"Well, I'm not sure," Discord said, tapping his chin with one claw. "I mean, you're the professional here. Are eyelash flutters frequently of significance with representatives of chaos?"
Frank	"You represent chaos. Expecting any kind of consistency from you is like expecting me to have a good simile at the ready for this situation," Frank said. "And I do not." Whatever, he took a drink. The long face wasn't just because he was a pony. It was also because he'd been betrayed in the worst way: by ALCOHOL. "What... What was that? It tasted citrusy, but not in a way that barely covered the taste of liquor. It COMPLETELY covered it. And... There might not have even been anything to cover!" The rest of his glass still looked like a martini, but he had to spit it out when he tried drinking it. "Et tu, rest of the glass?"
Discord	"Really!" Discord pressed his hands to his cheeks in deeply feigned shock. "Why, that's ridiculous! Surely the liquid in your glass should maintain continuity between being poured and touching your lips. Anything else would be . . . well. You know."
Frank	"Just wait until I find an appropriately ironic end for you," Frank said, angrily pouring himself a glass of straight vodka and then trying to drink it. There was another spit take of lemonade. This was likely to keep happening.
Discord	"You just keep enjoying your drink," Discord said, delicately opening an umbrella which appeared from nowhere in his hand. To keep the spray of lemonade off his lovely fur and scales and skin, you see. "The grass is loving it." The individual blades of grass all now had faces -- which rather looked like Discord's -- and were cheering and waving little grassy arms in the lemonade shower.
Frank	"If my hooves were fists, I would be shaking my fist right now!" Frank whined while shaking a hoof. It was adorable.
Discord	"I'm sure," Discord said, full of sympathy. "Well. Enjoy your lemonade! I'll see you later for that 'ironic comeuppance'." And he vanished in a flash of light, leaving dancing, cheering grass and some rather irritated looking ducks behind him.

[OOC: NFI. Preplayed with the insane and wonderful

notqnoreally.]