"Hangoversh better than th' alternative. Headachesh go 'way; demeritsh go on your...permanent record." The little stallion shuddered; fate worse than death, that was. "It'sh either y'suck out th' alcohol, I getsh too beat up t'go, or glamoursh. Th' firsht's impossiblesh, Rainbow'll kill me if I get busht up, so that jusht leaf th' sparkly eyes." Sandy blinked, then set his wide eyes upon Miss M's. "I'm ready whenever yoush are."