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Even though she was only a babby, there was nothing that had tickled Bohemian Raspberry's fancy this week so much as having pierced ears. Normally, her ideas were passing fancies that moved ephemerally in and out of her head in the span of an hour, but this one had stuck around. This could only mean that it was a good idea and she should follow up on it as soon as possible. Ear piercing looked pretty easy. She'd seen how they did it in the movies; you held a cut piece of apple or potato to the back of your ear to absorb the blood and a piece of ice to it for a little bit to numb it first. Then you held a needle over a flame to sterilize it and took a deep breath and jammed it through. For her first piercing, she'd decided on a simple hole in her left tragus, stuck through with a star earring she'd found at the bottom of the box of her dad's old stage props that he'd let the kids have for dress-up.

Nobody questioned why she'd taken ice and half a potato into the bathroom, and much to her credit, she didn't scream. But what she hadn't counted on was it hurting so much, even with a numb ear. So with the star earring clamped into place, she trotted back to the freezer and rummaged around for an ice pack. She figured she could lay down and watch a movie while the ice pack and some aspirin did their thing.

But as she was searching past the frozen daquiri mix for an actual ice pack, she heard a noise. She froze. Not literally- the freezer wasn't that cold- but in the figurative sense of "she stopped moving, because she heard hoofbeats behind her." Heavy hoofbeats- heavier than her siblings'. This meant Dad or Mom, both of whom would probably be pretty mad that she'd stuck a needle through her ear. She decided that the best thing to do would be to keep looking for an ice pack and just hope that her parent only needed a quick glass of water or something.

Boho breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that it was her father behind her and not her mother. While she loved both her parents, she absolutely idolized her rock-star dad. In her eyes, the stallion could do no wrong. Plus, if he did catch her with the earring, he'd probably be less mad than her mom. Probably. She was a little bummed when she heard that he wanted to use the top-shelf stuff, on the grounds that she couldn't reach it and she'd been told that if she couldn't reach it, she couldn't put it in her mouth. A one-man fiesta sounded fun!

"Sure thing, Daddy!" she chirped, pulling out one of the shiny packets. The bottle had a smiling phony with a glorious handlebar moustache and a sombrero. One day, she'd get the gumption to rip one of these open and try them for herself. They were like mushy popsicles or something, and she did love popsicles.

Her ear twinged, reminding her of why she was in the freezer. She better not pull her head out all the way. Instead, she held it with one hoof behind her back while she continued to rummage around with the other one.

"Here you go! Is this one good enough for your fiesta?"

Boho's fridge rummaging became a bit more frantic. She had to get out of there before her dad figured out what was wrong! Frozen peas, frozen fish sticks, frozen cookie dough... where were the ice packs? Nervously, she attempted to stall him. "Aw, daddy. Nothing I've done today is gonna cost you anyt..." she began to say, but then her conscience kicked in. "Well. Uh. Hypothetically, got a question. How much does it cost to get blood out of the grout in the bathroom? Not- not that there's a lot of blood- or any blood! It's just a hypothetical question!" Finally! An ice pack! Holding it tightly to the side of her head, the pink filly weighed her options. She figured her best bet would be to make a break for it. Ice pack clamped to her ear, she pulled her face out of the freezer and attempted a three-legged sprint towards the door. "Justrememberedigottagopracticehaveanicefiestabyedad!"

A crime? Oh horseapples. It was her ear, how come she couldn't do with it what she wanted? The pink filly began to panic- until her dad mentioned killing him. Her father wouldn't anthropomorphize a body part like that, would he? Of course not, that would be silly. But still, she had to make sure he didn't figure out what she'd done. "D-d-don't be silly! N-nobody's dead, honest! I just... had... um... a little piece of... performance art? Go wrong. Not REALLY wrong, just kinda wrong. Not even wrong enough to notice, I just want to play it safe." She playfully poked her dad's shoulder, grinning as widely as she could. "I mean, I know how much our family is all about playing it safe!" If she couldn't get an answer out of her father soon, she'd have to bolt and try and clean up the mess before her mom got back. Sugar Delight coming home to the blood on the tile and in the sink wouldn't make for a happy home.

Boho wasn't too sure what her dad was going into with the clowns, but the couch was NOT where she wanted to be. She wanted to be someplace where she could get her head under running water and where she wasn't surrounded by upholstery. "Because, uh... um... it... uh..." She couldn't think of an excuse fast enough, but biology decided that even if she had, any excuse she could have made would have been null and void. Despite the fact that there's no major arteries in the phony ear, they (like all ears) bleed like crazy when they've been pierced by somebody who doesn't know what they're doing. A scarlet drop of blood rolled down her ear and avoided her pelt completely to splash on the couch.

There was no way she wasn't busted now.

Boho wilted under her father's glare. But yeah, her old man was right. He'd successfully navigated the record industry; after reading the iTunes terms of service, she knew that anybody who could figure out how to work the music business must be some kind of wizard. So, taking a deep breath, she let the truth spill out.

"I- I was watching TV and there was this show about rockstars and like ALL of them had pierced ears and I wanted to see if I could pierce my own ears because that would be so much more metal than like, getting Mom to drive me to Claire's, and I found this PERFECT earring in the dress up box, it's this little star and it's so cool and I figured that I could pierce them both, each one with a different earring and it'd look really, really neat so I took them into the bathroom and I did everything RIGHT- I mean, I used a lighter to sterilize the needle I was gonna use and I had half a potato ready to catch it on the other side, and then I had hydrogen peroxide to clean it up, but then it started bleeding everywhere and it just wouldn't stop!" she wailed, finally moving her hoof away to reveal the bloody mess that was her ear. The wound itself wasn't too bad, but she'd managed to smear the blood all over the side of her head, to the point where she looked like a CSI victim-of-the-week.

Her tirade over, she huffed and puffed a little, sniffling back tears. "I just wanted to look cool! I'm sorry, Dad!"

Bohemian Raspberry threw her forehooves around her father. She should have known he'd be unbelievably cool about this; after all, when was he not unbelievably cool? "You're the best, Daddy! Thank you! I promise, next time I'll tell you right away! And ask first!" she said, voice slightly muffled by her face being pressed into his chest.

Wait, what was that he'd said about tattoos? Tattoos. She'd never thought about tattoos.

Hmmmmmmm.

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