Mothers Shadow and Devil Bar

"my name is Selenia," I said, sitting straight up. Another Devil... oh my

"I heard that name before..." the Devil across from me said.

"huh?" I asked and looked at her, "how do you mean?"

She put a hoof to her forehead, rubbing it as if that would work against a headache, "not really sure... I can't remember where... " she shook her head and looked around. I did too and noticed the state the Bar was in, from her clothes I gathered that she worked here some position. The Bar was lit dimly and the damage not too bad. Some broken light bulbs. Some tables were turned over and the contents on top spilled about them, "Who... who was this?" I asked, trying to remember how I got there. My Devil not saying anything but looking at me and saying, "my Assistant said it was you"

I looked at her, "uhhhh"

"Under normal circumstances, I would beat you up then make you repair that-"

I scoffed at her kindness and dropped my disguise, horns appeared and my til turned slender and black. She stared at me.

"Just try," I tried to provoke her, making myself seem enormous. She just shook her head with a disapproving glance at the Ponies behind me. I got her message about the witnesses and turned back normal.

"...Anyway, running into another one like me... is a good excuse. Selenia, where do you come from?"

"I just moved here, moved out from my dad's place last year and finally found an Apartment downtown. You?"

"down the block, I sometimes sleep in my lounge," she explained then turned around to the wall filled with liquor behind her and pulled out a big bottle of whiskey and a small glass. She used her magic to quickly prepare a cool drink for herself, "Father?"

I raised an eyebrow, "what about him?"

"Who is he?" she wanted to know, sipping her drink. Lucky Mare. I can't even stand the smell of it alone. You see, Alcohol, for some reason is like acid to me, it all heals up quickly but the pain and scars stay for a while. The most intoxicating I drink is Energy Drinks.

"Who is yours?" I wanted to know, I won't easily give away such information to anybody. Even my own kind as it seems. Flare was my only family.

"My Father?" Brushtip said, "My Father is called Trestle and he is a cartoonist."

I closed my eyes, that name was familiar. Somewhere deep inside, a memory. I can't remember it.

"My father is called Flare Moon," I told her. She turned to the side and spit her whisky contents out, "what?!"

"Geez, I did not know my old man was that known by strangers."

"Flare Moon? Brown coat and silver Mane?"
How could she have known???

"YEs! How do you know my Father?"

Brushtip said, "I saw him in some of our Family photos!"