Heavy objects plus alcohol...

"Iccy..." She said, sounding like a mother to a dissapointed child. "You don't have to be that shy. But if you can't, then its your loss." She said in a slight taunting tone. She was feeling more eccentric than usual.

Icarus blushed, shaking his head. "I-I c-couldn't D-Do It... I-I'll A-Ask l-later."

Shala smiled and rested her head again. "Alright. Ill be waiting then. Or I'll waste it on something uninteresting to tell you."

Iccy smiled softly and shrugged. "It's a D-Deal."

Shala nodded and almost felt like taking a nap here. Funny, considering all the noise, but she was used to being in noisy places.

Iccy smiled softly and yawned a bit. He'd been stressing out over Night's old Gang that he hadn't gotten enough sleep.

"...Iccy?" Shala said, barely loud enough for him to hear. "....Do you think...I have a problem?" She said, nudging her drink with a hoof. The question seemed to come out of no where, having not been prompted by anything.

Iccy paused a bit, not knowing quite how to answer. "... M-Maybe a l-little... N-Nothing W-We can't h-help w-with." He finally answered, sighing quietly.

Shala held up her glass, staring at it for a few moments before forcing a smile. "...Yeah...Not that i can help....Can't help at all...."

Icarus frowned softly. "Y-You know, Y-You'll have f-friends t-that w-would be w-willing t-to h-help you..." he reminded, nudging Shala.

Shala sighed and turned away from the nudging. "Thanks....." She took a large sip of her drink. "...But I don't want to."

Icarus sighed, shaking his head. "W-Well... L-Let's not t-think of t-that for now. A-As a d-dragon once s-said..." he said, drawing himself up a bit, and doing the best "Assistant" Impersonation. "T-That's the f-future's Problem."

Shala raised an eyebrow at Iccy. She knew he wanted to help but that sounded rather silly. "Iccy. That is the worst advice i have heard from anypony ever."