Alphabittle was brewing chamomile when a tinkling bell signaled another customer. Well, his only customer at the moment; he was about to close up shop for the night. A moderately intoxicated Sunny Starscout sat down at the bar, smirking.
"Heeeey, Alphababy, has anypony ever told you what an absolute DILF you are?''
The brewer paused, interest aroused. ''Does 'DILF' stand for what I think it does?''
Sunny blushed. ''Maaaaaybe''
Alphabittle sighed. ''Sunny, I appreciate the compliment (I think?), and I certainly appreciate you bringing magic back into my life. But I can't be a DILF--I don't have kids. My wife and daughter both died during childbirth.''
Sunny lost her drunk grin. "Oh... Fuck. I had a clever pickup line, but it feels wildly inappropriate now. I'm, uh, sorry for your loss.'' She cleared her throat and somberly sipped the Arnold Palmare that had materialized in front of her.
"Thanks, kid,'' the older stallion replied.
Sunny brooded.
''Hey, don't be too hard on yourself. That was a long time ago. I'm doing alright now. But a pickup line? Aren't you a bit young to be taking a pass at me?''
Sunny snapped out of her melancholy. ''Harmony's sake, I'm 23!''
Alphabittle raised his eyebrows. "Yeesh, touchy subject. But to be fair, you are pretty small.''
''I'm average height! You're just massive! (I bet that dick is massive too.)''
''What was that?''
''Nothing. Look, I'm sorry for bothering you. I'll get out of your mane.'' She turned to leave, but a firm yet gentle hoof touched her shoulder.
''You know what? I need to stop living in the past. Fuck it, let's hear your pickup line.''
Sunny lit up. "Alright, it's pretty cheesy but...''
''Come on, out with it.''
''I lost my father when I was thirteen. Wanna be my daddy tonight?''