Sometimes, things happen to ponies when they don't expect. Ill be it cliche, sometimes romance can blossom out of a simple trip to the store. Quick Inkwell had finally managed to get some time off, and he decided he wanted a nice bottle of wine to go with it. He walked over to the liquor and alcohol store and smiled, looking around.
Berry had already gotten drunk about a few hours after she opened her store. "Whew…*hic* jeez…major migraine coming here…"
Inkwell walked inside and he trotted up to the counter, ringing the tiny bell and smiling, "Hello, I was wondering if you had any Faust Alcohol in stock?"
"Faust Alcohol." He asked again, looking around he counter, "Can you tell me if you have that in stock?"
"uh…I'm…not sure…either I drank them all by now or I'm just way too drunk to know where they are.Because i have just about every drink on the planet…"
Inkwell sighed and he looked at her waving rather oddly, "Do you need some help?" He asked, holding her hoof to keep it still.
He shook his head, "you look sick. Come on." He guided her into the back room, where he found s couch and laid her on it.
"You're shivering like mad, I think you should take a chance to rest. Here." He levitated her some tea and laid it beside her, "That'll take away a good part of the headache."
He helped her with the store until finally he closed a half hour early. After he had done so, he walked back and gave her another tea.
