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// we'll call it an Irish pub 
// Story: Bleeding Strings: Man in a box 
// by The Drifting Bard 
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"Alright, wait a minute... er... whatever you are, I'll need to see some ID" the barkeep shot me a glare.
I simply snapped my fingers in frustration. "I don't have any, the only time I did was back home"
I looked into a corner and saw a guitar. "You don't mind if I look at that quickly" 
"sure, you can look but don't touch, the owner will get annoyed, she's currently takin a leek right now"
I sighed. "so anyways, what exactly are you?... no wait.. Your that.. Human from the Crystal Empire arent you"
I nodded, giving him a slight grin. "here's some water, and a there's the mare" 

The mare came trotting up and simply smiled. "Like what you see?" 
Needless to say, I started to flounder. "I'm Joking, the name Is Silver Strings," she giggled, shaking her silver mane in the process. "you?"
"Which name do you want?" I grinned. she looked at me strangely.
"are most of them titles? or are they names to throw ponies of your trail?"
"nope, Just names... oh... and maybe one title... Mad Dog"
"well, what ever... I noticed you were eying up my Guitar, any particular reason?" 
I gave a slight chuckle. "Not really no, got me own one, I'll have to bring It down at some point" 

as we continued talking, the little Pub became busier and busier. Ponies of all creeds and types came in and started drinking and laughing. then I heard the sound... the joyous sounds of a folk punk band taking up arms against the cacophony of shouts. I smiled, simply sitting and enjoying the music. 

For a short while It was alright, until drunken leers and slurs were made against Silver. said drunken slurs were coming from a stallion sitting right next to me. the barkeep then leaned over to him. "Excuse me sir, but if you continue I'll have to ask you to leave" the stallion shrugged it off, then proceeded to follow a barmaid around like a horn dog for ten minutes. 
soon enough, He had Isolated her into a corner. I looked at the barkeep as he was about to leave his post.

"wait here... and have soon Ice and some whiskey waiting for me, don't care If I need ID or not right now" 
He watched as I made my way towards the stallion.
"Excuse me, Miss... You might want to move back a little bit" she moved to the side as I threw the stallion onto his back.
"as for you," I dragged him towards the door. He started to kick his legs out in a feeble attempt to buck me in the arm.
I then simply slung him out the door. "stay out of trouble!" I turned around and gave the crowd a small smile. 

Until of course, the Idiot tried to charge back in again. "Rider Kick" imitating Chuck norris, I pulled a roundhouse kick, catching him on the jaw, needless to say, the idiot was out cold. I began to limp towards the bar. grabbing the Ice, I placed it into my sock. "so that's why you needed the Ice" The barkeep mused. 
"that's how you find out your limits, he'll be out for a while... Just... Move him out of the way... Maybe call the guard, tell em about an attempted rape... because that's what it looked like to me" I grabbed the whiskey and took a sip.

He looked at me for a moment, expecting me to start coughing because of the strong flavor. 
"now that's a flavor I can get used to, what's the brand?" I gave the barkeep a smile.
"Apple-Jack Daniels" He said, shocked that I had drunk it with out a care in the world.

Several Guards and a distraught Twilight walked in, frantically scanning the bar.
I gave a simple wave and took another sip of whiskey. 

"What took you so long?"