[She rummaged around in the fridge, pulling down a clean glass, wiping it out just in case, then poured Pinkie a ginger ale topped with grenadine and extra cherries. For herself she grabbed a bottle of hard cider and swatted the cap off with her bare hand before returning to sit beside the girl. Holding out the cup to Pinkie, she gave her a smile as she cocked her head.]
I'd bore you with stories about my kids, but I don't think you'd wanna hear those.
[Mostly because for some infernal reason she had this slithery feeling in her head whenever she thought of them, and the music wasn't helping.]
Tell me about the parties you like best. I always did love a good party.
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[She rummaged around in the fridge, pulling down a clean glass, wiping it out just in case, then poured Pinkie a ginger ale topped with grenadine and extra cherries. For herself she grabbed a bottle of hard cider and swatted the cap off with her bare hand before returning to sit beside the girl. Holding out the cup to Pinkie, she gave her a smile as she cocked her head.]
I'd bore you with stories about my kids, but I don't think you'd wanna hear those.
[Mostly because for some infernal reason she had this slithery feeling in her head whenever she thought of them, and the music wasn't helping.]
Tell me about the parties you like best. I always did love a good party.