"So, you want to hear me tale, do ya?"
>The little filly, Starry Skies you think, nodded her head excitedly
>You chuckled
"Alrighty then! Just don't tell Anon I let you come in when I'm servin' alcohol, he'd throw a fit the dam- er... Darn creature would."
>Starry cocks her head
>"You don't need to hide your naughty words mister funny accent stallion! Anon says bad words all the time! Like... Shit and piss and fu-"
>You blush and stuff your hoof into the fillies mouth, keeping her from talking
"Alright t-that's enough of that now, y'hear? Ain't no sailor gonna be running 'er mouth when I'm around."
>The poor filly spits your hoof out, scrunching her muzzle in disgust
>"Okay!"
>Her mood immediately brightens, frowns turning into smiles
>Doesn't take much to impress a filly it seems
>You clear your throat and lean on the counter
"Now where was I, ah righty... My cutie mark."
>You grin and pull a bow and arrow from underneath your counter, surprising the filly before you
"Y'see. I used to be the best archer in Equestria!"
>You string an arrow and quickly fire, but the arrow misses its mark, hitting just below the bullseye
"Unfortunately. Depth perception eludes this old bat pony..."
>Starry Skies raises a hoof, bouncing up and down on the bar stool that she is much too short for, as her head bobs up and down from your view as she bounces
>You chuckles
"Yeah, Starry?"
>She smiles her usual smile and speaks in a chipper tone
>"What's depth perception?"
>You frown
"Uhhhh... Well... It's how you judge objects from a distance... And it doesn't work well with only one eye."
>You hum as you try to think of an example
"If ya hold yer hoof out in front of your face, and ye close one of your eyes, it looks like it moved, right?"
>Starry nods her head vigorously, holding her hoof in front of her and closing her eyes and opening them rapidly
"Well. With one eye, you can only see the object from one eye, so judging object's distance from ya is difficult."
>Starry chirps
>"Yep yep!"
>She's such a cute little filly.
"Anyways... What was I talking about?"
>Your train of thought was compeletely derailed by the little foal
>Strange how questions do that to you
>"You were talking about how you were the best with the glorified stick shooter!"
>You gape as you look between her and the bow.
"It's not a glorified stick shooter! It's a shortbow that fires arrows with precision!"
>Starry grins
>"But you don't have precision, cuz you don't got that depth perception stuff!"
>You fume
"That's...! Completely true, but rude!"
>Her eyes widen and grin grows to comically cute proportions
>"So if you're the the best glorified stick shooter in Equestria, why are you stuck here serving coffee and that weird stuff that Anon sometimes smells like?"
>You groan
>Fillies and their damn questions
"Because. I lost my eye, and that put me out of my job."
>The filly in front of you gasped
>"So you aren't the best in Equestria anymore?"
>You feel your face hit the counter in front of you, though you can't be sure, you can't see with the counter in front of you like this
>"Mister Snapshot?"
>You grunt
"Shouldn't ye be goin back home?"
>Silence for a moment
>"Okay!"
>...
>Was it really that easy...?
>You scream when you hear the door shut and the bell ring