The village of Ponyville may be small, but it did have its fair share of bars and pubs. The most famous was the The Drunken Mare owned and operated by Tipsy Fist, a stallion famously known for making the Zap apple Margarita drink. He and his wife, Berry Punch, had seen it all in their little bar from weddings and new fathers/mothers to the broken heart and down on their luck.

Though what was to come into their little bar none of them were prepared for. Five mares and a draconequus would be coming in and with it, the stories of their lives.

MLPOV

Tipsy opened the bar at exactly three in the afternoon, not two-fifty-nine or three-zero-one, three exactly. That followed by him manning the bar, wiping it down with a dust cloth that he carried over his shoulder. He always wore a crisp clean white shirt and black pants, giving him the stereotypical look of a bar tender. He looked up from the bar as the first patrons of his humble bar came in, each one of them the regular crowd.

His eyebrows shifted some when he saw a cyan Pegasus with a rainbow mane and tail in a jogger's outfit. The mane and tail were unkempt and messy, bags were under the mare's eyes which were also bloodshot. Tipsy watched as the mare plunked herself down at the bar, a bag of bits hitting the table.

“Your strongest and keep it coming until those bits can't pay anymore,” The mare said, dejection in her voice.

Tipsy eyed the mare before shrugging; bits were bits. He brought out a shot glass and a bottle of hard Zap apple cider, aged from Granny Smith's time. He placed the two in front of the mare, words tumbling from his mouth.

“What's the occasion, Rain?” He asked in a soothing, gentle voice.

Rainbow poured her glass, grabbed it, and tossed it back. She coughed a bit, sparks shooting out of her mouth. She looked at him with a glare.

“I was stripped and kicked out of the Wonderbolts,” She slurred, the alcohol doing its work fast.

That's the thing about Zap Apples; they had that extra kick that could make even the most hardened drinker become drunk faster then Celestia eating cakes!

Tipsy's eyes widened by a fraction; kicked out and stripped? Sweet Celestia, what had happened to the mare? He was interrupted by the arrival of another mare, though this one was a long time coming.

Watching as an Orange mare in a plaid shirt and daisy dukes plopped down, hair just as messy and even more dirty then Rainbow's, Tipsy pulled out another shot glass and some hard cider. The shake of the mare's head made him pause; another bag of bits joined Rainbow's.

“Havin' what she's havin', Tip.”

Now stunned, he produced another bottle and watched the mare take a long swig from the bottle itself. Sparks flew out of her mouth and nose, eyes heavily lidded.

“Shanks.” Applejack said, making Rainbow look up.

“Zpplejaxk! Zo good to shee you!” Rainbow slurred out, a drunken smile on her face.

“Hee-dee Rainy-Rain!” Applejack giggled out.

The two began to do some drunken chatter, Tipsy going back to his duties. It was going to be a long day.

MLPOV

An hour later, a white elegant mare entered in, same state as the other two. She placed some bits on the table, asking for something that was strong, but not as strong as Rainbow's and Applejack's. Tipsy nodded and chose Canterlot Cider, a not so cheap knockoff of Apple Family. It still had a bit of a kick, just not as much as the Zap apple. Taking a few sips of her drink, she watched as her two friends began to remember times before. Smiling, she offered her own inputs from time to time.

Tipsy nodded at Rarity who nodded unhappily, having reached a point where Rainbow had pulled a prank with Pinkie Pie on the young Dragon Spike. She wasn't as plastered as the other two, so Tipsy thought it was a good time to ask what the buck was going on. Making the question known to the socialite, Rarity sighed heavily.

“The Grand Galloping Gala...oh Celestia, did we ruin it this time,” Rarity said morosely. “It started out fine enough, but then the Overlord came.”

Tipsy listened intently as Rarity explained the night in detail; how the Overlord was seen talking with Spike and said dragon selling out secrets, least to Twilight's deranged mind, having fun, defending his lover's honor from Rainbow and taking Said lover to a swing dance. The straw that broke her back though was Twilight getting mad at the Overlord for making Celestia happy during a slow dance during a very beautiful song. That led to Twilight summoning the elements and-

“We attacked him, right there and then in front of everyone and I do mean everyone, Tip.” Rarity sighed. “We nearly hit the princess too, but he threw her out of harm's way and met our attack head on. I...I don't recall much, but the next moment I was flung into a pillar and fell unconscious. After that...”

Rarity grew quiet, reflecting on what she had done, the punishment, and the greed she felt in that time. She gave a very bitter chuckle as she began to talk to herself.

“I shouldn't have rejected Spikey so much...you never know what you got until it is gone...Spike...I'm so, so, so, sorry for not giving you at least a chance. You grew up so fine and became such a gentle drake. I'm just a selfish old mule.”

Tipsy took that as a sign to not get back on the topic. He instead returned to his work, looking at the clock.

Five.

The tale had taken well over an hour to tell. He just wondered what was going to happen next.

MLPOV

At six-thirty in the evening, another mare joined the group, a bright pink mare. Tipsy was stunned now; he knew what had gone down thanks to Rarity, but to see Pinkie Pie in his bar.

This wasn't bad; it was major serious.

The party pony's hair was flatter then an iron board and she didn't hop, but shuffled like the undead. She sat down next to Rarity, placing some bits and ordering a Party Mix.

That made Tipsy nearly drop his glass; a Party mix was three-fourths rum, two-thirds tequila, and one part vodka mixed together with a fruit gel. It, like the Zap Apple Cider, would make a pony drunker than anything.

Nevertheless, Tipsy made it and handed it to her. Taking a sip through the straw, she stared out listlessly with a thousand yard stare. That freaked him out and hastily returned to his work, cleaning while listening to his patrons speak of old tales.

“Tipsy...”

The hairs of Tipsy's mane went up at hearing the dead voice. With a gulp, he turned to Pinkie.

“Y-yeah, Pinkie Pie?”

“Do you think a good person can make mistakes?”

The question through Tipsy for a loop; out of all the questions that was one he wasn't expecting. Scratching his chin, he pondered on the question a bit.

Could good people make mistakes? Celestia knows he did and yet...he sighed.

“Yeah, Pinks...good people can make mistakes; big and small. It's how you go about it that makes all the difference; make it rule you and you'll just be depressed for all of your life, but admit you made a mistake and do every damn thing in your power to make up for it so you can get on with your life.” Tipsy answered.

The answer seemed to bring a bit of bounce back to the mare's crazy hair, but she was still sad.

“What if the mistake is so big, so massive, you can't do anything to fix it? What then?”

Tipsy paused and pondered on that one. Making a big mess was one thing and then there was FUBAR moments, the kind that really messed things up. He leaned forward, looking Pinkie Pie dead in the eye.

“Then...well, I honestly don't know, Pinks. But I'll tell you one thing, if you let it dominate you, you're just going to be miserable. Miserable and Pinkie Pie in the same sentence? That's a right sign of the Apocalypse right there!”

Tipsy's words got a small, very small giggle out of the mare, who resumed drinking.

“Thanks, Tip...I'll figure out a way to fix this Fucked up beyond all recognition mistake we all made.”

Tipsy nodded, returning to his work.

MLPOV

Pretty soon, everyone of the mares, excluding Rainbow and Applejack due to their potent drinks, was a mess. It was around this time that a butter crème peagsus walked in, many of the male patrons stopping in their drinking to eye her. They were soon directing their attention elsewhere when a draconequus popped in, taking her hand, though she didn't respond.

Tipsy watched as the Lord of Chaos brought to the four mares who were staring sullenly or randomly giggling which turned to light crying. Conjuring some bits, Discord placed them on the table.

“A couple of shots of Rum for Fluttershy here, Tips. Some chocolate milk for me.”

Now, a chocolate milk was unusual, but this was the Lord of Chaos. Tipsy grabbed a chilled bottle of Chocolate milk, labeled 122 BNM and popped the cork. He slid it down to Discord, who grabbed it in talon. Doing the same, he placed a shot and a rum bottle in front of Fluttershy, the mare moving the bottle and taking the shot back, drinking the contents in one gulp.

She still had that vacant thousand yard stare making Discord sigh.

“Poor thing...”

“Let me guess, the aftermath of the GGG?” Tipsy asked, Discord looking at him. “Rarity.”

Hearing the mare's name, he smirked, though it didn't contain any of his usual glee.

“Yeah...Fluttershy had to let all of her animals go...save for that Devil, Angel. It broke her, Tipsy. Broke her in ways I even can't fathom.”

“ha!” Applejack shouted out. “Shse thinks shse hasve it bad?! Alpple Bloomers is mine daughters! Hic!”

That made Discord look at Tipsy alarmed.

“The father isn't Big Mac is it!?”

Tipsy coughed on his own spit at hearing that making many of the other patrons roar with laughter. After getting himself under control, he shook his head.

“No, Big Mac is not the father. Orange Pippin, a scoundrel if I ever saw one. It happened after AJ's folks died...”

Discord listened intently, glad that it had not gone that cliché and fan-trope of apple family incest. After hearing the tale, Discord shook his head.

“So that's how he did it...damn, that's actually a nice bit of evil right there.”

Tipsy didn't ask, he just returned to his work, listening to the mares all go into drunken rants over their lives or lack thereof now. During the rant of Pinkie Pie, Fluttershy spoke, softly, but it boomed.

“And it's all Twilight's fault.”

That made the other four mares pause and look at Fluttershy, who took another shot with a stoic face.

“Yeash...YEASH! It'zh all Fuckle Sporkle's fault!” Rainbow snarled, smashing a fist into her palm.

The others soon agreed with Fluttershy's assessment, each one making a vow then and there.

“So long as that Mare is here in Ponyville, we shall have nothing to do with her, whatsoever!” Rarity stated firmly.

“HERE HERE!” Pinkie joined in.

Discord watched, his ears drooping. This was not good, but at the same time, unexpected. Still, he had to wonder...how would this aide the Overlord now?

Author's Note

Hey all.

Yeah...I know...too long since the last update. Sorry for beating a dead horse here, pun not intended, but Life is bitchy at me again.

Still, even if you all don't hear from me, that does not mean I'm not working on these in whatever minuscule amounts of time I'm getting.

Nothing much to say here; I plan on the next chapter to be mostly about Herbal. Before you all ask, no, she is not joining the Overlord's side.

Hope the next chapter doesn't take me...*does quick math* let's just go with a long ass time to make and get up.

Peace out.