The Rock Bottom bar, not quite a hive of scum and villainy, but it's pretty darn close.

Trixie Lulamoon has found herself here on more than one occasion, primarily because the drinks were dirt cheap and the clientele never bothered her. But amidst the dulcet tones of an 80's power ballad playing on the jukebox, perhaps fate will deliver her a kindred spirit. Someone who can truly understand the pain in her heart.

A pain called Twilight Sparkle.