Crazy

What a wonderful night... Cold Melody thought.

...Ok, let's get back to work

3:00 AM

That night the bar was empty. Nopony was nearby the bar, nor inside. The jukebox has been playing the same song all night. And the smell was awful.

But with nothing better to do, Cold just stayed in the bar all night, alone... well, there was a young mare wasting her life sitted in a corner of the bar. Cold wasn't in the mood to talk to her, not that he wanted to talk to somepony. He passed all night cleaning the plates and the jars. Everypony left for home before him...

Stupid Vinyl...

Cold just wanted to go home, maybe drink some Podka, wash himself, and go to sleep... or just have another non-sleep night. It also worked for him...

5:00 AM

The mare was in the same place, the smell was the same, the song was the same and Cold was the same. Nothing had changed in that two hours. Cold was trying to concentrate in his magazine, but he just wasn't able to do it.

Now that you're saying it... there's somepony out in the window...

What? Oh yes, the plot! Where was I? Yea, the pony out of the window. It was a normal pony, just like every other single pony that Cold had meet. But something wasn't right... actually, no, the entire pony wasn't normal! This pony was lurking in the shadows... it was like a secret agent of some sort... Cold called him, but the Pony looked up and started trotting towards an alley.

Huh... weird

6:00 AM

Same mare, same smell, same song.

Cold moved towards the jukebox, and kicked it. The jukebox stopped the music. But before could even get back to his spot, a black car stopped in the front alley. Some stallions walked off the car and walked into the alley.

Silence...

And then...

Cold saw a bright light, and then a whistle, a high pitched whistle. He recognized this... a gunshot. Cold searched for something that worked as a weapon. He found a corkscrew.

This should work... I hope

The street was hot as hell, as Cold walked forwards into the alley...