"'Atta girl," Amy said, patting Fluttershy's shoulder before taking her leave.

That night's party was being held at someone's lake house on the edge of the city, although with the spacious grounds, very few people were inside. By the time nine o'clock rolled around, set-up was done, and things were in full swing.

Amy was certainly enjoying herself. With her long hair tied back in a ponytail - though her bangs still fell over one eye - she sat at the edge of the lake, boots off and feet in the water, calling out to some friends who were taking a swim.