>"Nyeheheh... And what are you, then?"
>You snap out of staring at your glass of scotch amidst the loud music playing on the stage to your right.
>Giving you a big, toothy grin to your left is a bat pony with a spiky, forest-green mane.
"Huh?" you blurt out dumbly.
>She squints her eyes, maintaining her smile.
>"Well forgive me for being forward, lad, but your kind ain't exactly common, here."
>You blink.
>You almost forget your drink, her heavy Irish accent catching you off guard.
>Is there an Ireland here, or something?
"Oh. Yeah. Uh, I'm a human. Fate decided to pull me out of my world and crap."
>She raises one of her eyebrows before giving out a loud, unlady-like laugh.
>"That, I see. Raise a drink for ye?"
>She grabs a mug of who-knows-what from a passed out stallion next to her, sniffing the drink before deciding it's satisfactory.
>Ignoring her antic, you raise your scotch towards her and she taps her wooden mug against your glass.
"A drink, we can."
>"Ahah, we agree on somethin'. We can get along, you and I."
>Both of you take a swig of your drinks.
>"I don't even have yer name, yet."
>You delicately set down your scotch before answering, "Anon."
>"Aye. I'm Salty."