Scootaloo’s movie night with Dash by Soymilk


                                            >Scootaloo settled back against Dash’s stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her chest push against her folded wings and she looked from the screen and back up to her idol once more.


                                            >From film to yawn, to sigh, to slip of the bowl that scattered popcorn across the floor like excitable little specks that stared back up at the two.


                                            >The movie was terrible, the sea of empty seats an easy indicator of that. The film droned on with its half-written plot and snickering actors pulled from the streets and thrust onto the stage with promise of drink.


                                            >But Scootaloo smiled proudly. It was a special movie day that she got to share with Dash. And when her idol woke up at the movie’s end, she could excitedly tell her all about it.