I craned my neck as my assistant came into my little lounge. I lied on the couch in one corner. My Assistant, Meesix, looked worried around, then his eyes fell on my relaxed Form and he gulped, "Uhh, Boss. There is a uhh troublemaker at the bar."

I furrowed my eyebrows, then let the go of the Magazine, letting it fall on my face. With a groan, I demanded to know, "How much booze did the Bartender give them?"

"Well, that is the thing! She only had Milk!" he told me frantically.

After a few seconds I slowly turned my head to him, the Magazine slowly slid off. I pierced him with my yellow eyes, "Are you shitting me?"

Meesix was a light-blueish young Stallion with a grey mane. A Unicorn and his Cutie mark was a picture of a Book. Perfect for accounting then. He applied for a job here without knowing what I was doing for a job, once I told him he probably thought to find an easy girlfriend in one of my girls, well. He is still single... He shook his head no and replied, "I mean it, Miss Brushtip. She acts all light and doozy with her carton of milk! And we don't even sell it."

I sat up now, leaning back on the couch, looking down at my grey hooves. I asked, "so why did we not throw her out yet then, Meesix?"

"I told you my name is Steve. We tried, Miss Brushtip. We tried and it failed."

"Call the guards?"

"In a strip club?"

"Yeah?"

"..."

"touche," I answered and with a sigh and got up from the red couch. Meesix stepped out the way and I left him back in my lounge. Now, going outside my room would lead to a hallway, filled with busy workers moving behind the scenes but the hallway was empty. With a slight growl my horns appeared for a second, worrying about my little ponies. Hearing Heartbeats on the other side of the Bar gave me some hope.

I reached the end and with a few steps pulled up from behind the counter. And there was our troublemaker. A brownish Mare with a mostly green Mane. She was somewhat my age from her facial features. her emerald eyes looking into the empty glass cup in front of her. some milk still inside. To her right were some bottles of full liquor and a carton of milk.

She saw me and mumbled something like "Another one, pwease..."

That was the big troublemaker?

I stepped in front of her, looking at her. Over her shoulder, behind her. I spotted some hidden Ponies. They hid from her. Who the hell is she? Then my Heart skipped a beat. Hers too as it seems. We both stood straight up . Our eyes never breaking contact in the process.

Then I knew...

without much fanfare and without much special effects. This Mare was like me.

"Are you a devil...?" she slowly asked, her drunken stupor shocked away.

"Yes, my name is Brushtip..."

Author's Note

I have fun