My little bartender, my little bartender...

[no_vampires_plz]

Twilight stares down at the letters on the napkin Bar has just given her. "You want me to what?"

The letters change.

"What, now??They change again

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[bornuntotrouble]

Twilight might smell John before she sees him - it's a triple-degree day back home, and cows don't clean up after themselves.

He plops down on a barstool. The sight of Twilight behind the bar makes him do a double-take.

"You sure you're in the right place there?"

[no_vampires_plz]

They do in Equestria! But this isn't Equestria, so... yeah. Twilight is more than a little alarmed by that smell, and it shows on her face despite her best efforts to keep a neutral expression.

"...this is where you're supposed to be to tend bar. Right?"

[bornuntotrouble]

John shrugs. "Looks like it, but - wait, how can you talk?"

Applied phlebotinum, go!

[no_vampires_plz]

"The same way you can. Where I come from, everypony can talk."

[bornuntotrouble]

John thinks for a bit, then shrugs. "Ain't gonna argue with that." Not in Milliways he's not.

"Got any gin?"

[no_vampires_plz]

"Probably? Let me check." She turns, scans the shelves, and-- "Ah! Here we go..." Her horn glows with a purple aura, and a bottle of Tanqueray lifts itself off of the shelf and floats over to Twilight. "How much do you want?" she asks, as if this were the most ordinary thing in the world.

[bornuntotrouble]

...okay, talking ponies was one thing. This? Is a whole different ballgame.

"...just a fifth for now, please." As an afterthought, he breathes into his hand and smells it. Sober as a preacher on Sunday, sure enough.

[no_vampires_plz]

Something tells me that won't last very long.

"A fifth. Right. A fifth... that's... um..." She consults the Big Book o' Cocktails, and blinks in surprise. "25 ounces? Wow. That's a lot."

[bornuntotrouble]

John nods, acquiescing. "Goes by fast once you're used to it."

[no_vampires_plz]

"...I'll take your word for it." She rummages around under the table and lifts out a pint glass, which she then fills to the brim with the Tanqueray. All without touching anything, of course.

[bornuntotrouble]

"...thank you kindly, uh...I'm sorry, I didn't get your name."

[no_vampires_plz]

"Twilight," she says as she pushes the glass across the countertop. "Twilight Sparkle."

[bornuntotrouble]

"John Marston," he says, taking the glass. "What was all that hocus-pocus there?"

[no_vampires_plz]

"What, this?" She lifts the mostly-empty bottle of Tanqueray again. "It's just a simple levitation spell. Nothing special."

[bornuntotrouble]

"Know some people back home who'd say different." He downs the gin. "Matter of fact, I'd bet a week's earnin's someone'd cause a mighty big panic, they tried something like that in Blackwater."

[no_vampires_plz]

"I assume there aren't any unicorns in Blackwater, then?"