As the pair headed towards the local tavern, they stopped by Carrot Top’s house, inviting her to come with them. At her mention of “third wheeling” both Roseluck and Blake blushed a heavy pink whilst sputtering to deny it. Carrot Top just giggled as she exited her home. Once the trio arrived at the tavern, Blake ordered a 2 glasses of whiskey for himself and Roseluck and a cider at Carrot Top’s request. Throwing the alcohol back in one gulp, he had officially started his night. He had no plans to get pissed drunk, far from it as a matter of fact. He was determined to stay sober for the most part. He ordered a cider, the non-alcoholic version which tasted just as good. Roseluck, Blake, and Carrot Top found a table at the far end of the building.
“You should’ve seen the roots on this thing! It was a monster!” Roseluck exclaimed, holding her hooves as far apart as she could to demonstrate.
“Sweet beans in a basket! How is that even possible!” Carrot asked, taking a drag from her second cider of the night.
“That magic fertilizer Twilight gave me! It was supposed to make the flowers bigger, not the roots! Last time I take anything from her without it being tested first.” Roseluck grumbled, taking a sip of her own cider.
“Yet you weren’t the one to have to yank them out! I did it for you and all I get Those bastards were something else!” Blake said.
“You offered to do it for me!” Roseluck said, annoyed at his tone.
“Dawww! How cute! He’s doing favors for you now!” Carrot Top said with a smirk.
“Shut up!” Roseluck and Blake said in unison.
“And you’re even repeating each other! This is so adorable!” Carrot Top was laughing hysterically now.
Blake and Roseluck just rolled their eyes and darted glances at each other.
“It’s been nice but I gotta get home. Long day of working the stand up ahead.” Carrot Top said, finishing her cider and standing up.
“Peace out.” Blake said.
“Ok, I’ll probably be coming by to pick some stuff up for dinner.” Roseluck said.
“Dinner dates-” Carrot Top began.
“Don’t you dare.” Roseluck said. If looks could kill, Carrot Top would’ve gone through Fluttershy’s shed.
“Alright, alright.” Carrot Top said as she left the tavern.
“Hey, I’m gonna go grab a few more ciders? You in?” Roseluck asked Blake.
“Nah, I’m good. Thanks anyway.” Blake responded.
“Suit yourself.” Roseluck said cheerily as she rose and headed for the bar.
“Hey there sweet stuff.” A gruff male voice came from behind her.
Roseluck turned to see a dull orange pegasus tailing her.
“I prefer Roseluck.” She huffed, turning around and continuing her journey towards the bar.
“Well then Roseluck, why don’t you and I head into the bathroom to get to know each other a little better?” The smirk on the stallion's face grew wider.
“Go piss up a rope!” Roseluck snorted, picking up her pace.
She was too slow for the stallion as he brought his hoof back and smacked Roseluck squared on the flank and when she turned around to scold him he smacked her across the face, hard.
She yelped, which drew Blake’s attention away from the purple alicorn and the orange pegasus making out in a neighboring booth.
The dull orange pegasus loomed over Roseluck as he began to drag her towards the bathroom.
Blake shot out of his seat and dashed over to Roseluck’s aid.
“Hey buddy!” Blake shouted at the stallion.
The bar went dead quiet.
“I believe she said no!” Blake growled at Roseluck’s attacker.
“She’s my marefriend! She likes it rough!” The stallion smirked.
“Is she now? Why would a beautiful mare like her fall for some daft lunk like you huh?” Blake retorted.
A chorus of “holy faust”s and “oooh”s traveled across the bar.
“What did you just say?” The stallion’s incredulous look was fuel for Blake to continue.
“I mean I’m just saying that why any mare here would want to go out with you. She certainly doesn’t look interested in you. Why don’t you just let her go before I have to kick your ass back to Cloudsdale.” Blake growled.
“Wanna test that theory?” The stallion said relinquishing Roseluck from his grasp.
“Let’s dance asswipe” Blake said, raising his fists.
The stallion raised his hoof to strike, but Blake was quicker and ducked under it, bringing his own fist and connecting it with the stallion’s gut. He coughed and stumbled back a feet feet. He ran back at Blake again, this time not missing as his hoof connected with Blake’s chest. Not to leave it unanswered, Blake brought his fist around in a hook and smashed it into the stallion’s face. Saliva, blood, and two bits of tooth spurted out of the stallion’s mouth onto the bar’s floor.
The stallion crumpled to the floor in a heap, landing with a dull thud. Blake ran over to Roseluck as two stallions in police uniforms rushed into the bar and their horns lit up with magic at Blake.
“Hey! Easy! He’s alright, you better take the guy on the floor in. He assaulted that mare the human is with.” the bartender spoke up, helping Blake out.
“Is this true?” one of the officers asked Blake.
Blake nodded and the officers gave a grunt and began to lift the now groaning stallion up and taking him away to the local precinct.
Blake gave the bartender a nod and mouthed “thank you” as he turned his attention back to Roseluck
“Rosie? You ok?” He asked, a great amount of worry in his voice.
She groaned and held a hoof out. Blake took her hoof and picked her up. He cradled her in his arms as he left the tavern without another word.
“We’re heading home. Don’t worry, I gotcha” Blake said the mare in his arms as she stared blankly up at the brilliant night sky, the cool night air tickling her skin through her fur.