"Thief"

-Present Day-

I slammed the empty shot of whiskey onto the table, signaling for another. I tossed some bits on the counter and sighed. I took a sip from the dark alcohol and began to relax. Just before I was about to walk out, I heard the bells above the doors ring, and a massive stallion walked in. He loudly shouted for a shot and sat down next to me. Upon receiving his shot, he gulped it down and smashed the glass on the table, causing shards of glass to rain on the mare next to him. He laughed at the sight of her scrambling to get away from him. I tapped him on the shoulder, eliciting a chuckle. I politely stated, " Please try not to scare everyone away. It's working."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, an asshole," I spoke out, instantly regretting it. He cocked his hand back and got ready to punch. I leaned out of the way, dodging the blow. He swung again, this time connecting with my shoulder. I calmly attempted to walk away from him as I rubbed my injured shoulder. He tackled me to the ground and I could faintly hear him undo a switchblade. I reacted by smashing one of the bottles on the counter into his face. It smashed his nose and bruised the area around his eye. I slapped the knife away and bobbed away from one of his punches, feeling the air move across my mane. I grabbed his hoove and twisted as hard as I could. I was briefly assisted by two other patrons, who promptly shoved him to the door.

He spat at me and walked out of the door. The bar was completely silent as I got up, grabbed my coat and left.