Applejack's Family Bonding

You reach Sweet Apple Acres, and the place is jumping. All the apples are here, as are all of the Apples; Apple Tart is flirting with a hunky Pegasus in the corner, and Apple Scone is shyly watching Big Mac over her apple cider. You walk your way through the crowded house, delighted at the maturity of it all; invited to a party with all your grown-up cousins! As you head out to the barn, you hear cheering and the clinking of glasses against glasses, the sound of celebration and inebriation rolled into one.

Stepping inside, you see that the barn has dropped the n and is packed full of drunk ponies, all dancing and carrying on in grand fashion. Applejack whirls over to you from the dance floor, giving you a hug and walking you over to the stools lined in front of the bar; she chats your ear off for a few minutes about the success of the harvest this year, and keeps leaning in close to you. She has a drink or two in her judging from her breath, but she seems as happy as ever and quickly claims her seat next to you

“Pfew, sure is getting lively out there!” She laughs, and you nod your assent as you survey the milling crowd. The two of you talk for a bit more about happenings in Ponyville before Applejack gestures to the bartender, and he trots over briskly

"I’ll have an Applewhisky Sour, and he’ll have, uhh…”

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What will you have to drink? Apple Juice? Hard Cider? Same as?