As the pandemonium contained within what must’ve been the sketchiest looking bar around raged on, there was only one thought going through my head. It’s amazing how quickly it can turn into one of those weeks. You know the ones, where it doesn’t seem to matter what you do, nothing seems to go right. It’s not like I could’ve even gotten out of the wrong side of the bed or anything. That would usually require a bed to get out of.
A glass flying over my shoulder broke me out of my reverie. I must have been out of it for longer than I thought if this brawl is anything to go by. At least I could enjoy some free entertainment for a while. It was in the full swing of things when the pint I’d been carefully nursing for the past half hour or so was knocked out from in front of me by an errant hoof.
“Looks like you owe me another drink mate.” I half-joked, turning to face the drunken stallion, who from the look of it was lucky to still be on good terms with his bar stool.
“You what?” He slurred back at me, “I don’t take kin’ly to ponies coming round here, tellin’ me what to do.” I could see this ending badly for me, but he’d had a few, so I reckoned my chances were still pretty abysmal. What? I’m a lover not a fighter.
“Whoa, easy there big fella, nothing to get worked up about.” I held up my hooves in defence. It took a few seconds for him to respond, but as in insincere grin crossed the stallion’s muzzle, a grimace casually sauntered onto mine.
“So you want another drink do you? Here, have mine.” Admittedly I should have seen what he was about to do next coming, and looking back, I should have left the whole situation alone. But as they say, hindsight is 20/20. To be honest, after that it all gets a little fuzzy. All I really remember is feeling wet, before falling back off my bar stool and everything going black. Yeah, I get the feeling that could’ve gone better, but then if it had, I probably wouldn't have been involved.
I guess I should probably introduce myself at this point. I’m known as Wind Chaser, and I’m well into my 6th century of being around, though this body looks surprisingly good all things considering. I suppose you could say I’m an old god in a young and mortal body. Or at least semi mortal, it’s gets a bit confusing. My past is a convoluted tale of deception, shrouded by the mists of time, surrounded by mystery’s the likes of which no being has heard for decades. However, the most important part of all this, the one key feature that my life boils down to is that I’m bucking with you.
Seriously, the number of tales that start off with that crap just isn’t funny anymore. Anyhow, my name really is Wind Chaser. Quite creative for a Pegasus, don’t you think? Granted, I always thought your name had something to do with your talent, but clouds and engineering don’t really have much in common. Maybe there was a crossed line somewhere, and there’s a weather pony called Ratchet or something.
Anyway, I’m in my early 20’s and whilst growing up I could say that I had a fairly normal upbringing. An over protective mother, an emotionally distant Father, two annoying as hell sisters coupled with one hell of a middle child syndrome and not much of a job to speak of. Not exactly out there when it comes to your bizarre upbringings, right? At least I’d be able to get away from it all for a few days whilst I was on vacation.
Well, vacation might have been a bit of a strong word. Usually a vacation is one with a bit of forethought and planning, a bit of time away from the job and into new surroundings. Granted, I’d had to vacate the area pretty damn quick after the last incident, but I still don’t think that gives me enough reason to call this a vacation.