Re: On the Dance Floor
"I hope so! I throw the best parties."
Pinkie tied off another balloon, tossed it aside, and scowled in the direction of the music. Whoever was playing certainly wasn't playing anything good or danceable, and it was annoying her. Parties were, after all, half music and half food, and if one was bad the other was going to be bad, too. Obnoxious.
"Hooves, of course," Pinkie replied, her hair bouncing on her head like a living thing. She finished yet another balloon, and a small pile had started growing around her - somehow more balloons than either she or Shae had managed to create on their own. "What's Irish? I know a pony named Irish Coffee and he's super duper nice he makes the warmest, bestest hot chocolate I've ever had." She blinked. "Everyone has a special talent! You should come to Ponyville and see if you can find out what yours is."
Releasing her balloon, Pinkie took a step back, pointing at her foofy blue skirt and the balloons sewn onto the side, near her right flank. "See these? These are my cutie mark in Ponyville, so maybe when you come to Ponyville you'll get a cutie mark, too, and if you don't I'll introduce you to the Cutie Mark Crusaders. They want to get cutie marks soooo bad but we keep telling them it'll happen when it happens." She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fillies."