Booze and other pain relievers
Chapter 1
Everypony has a calling. But where some believe that calling lies in their cutiemark, others are not so ignorant to let a simple mark on their flank to dictate their lives. My calling was never in farming, as my mark would state, had it been, I would have been born an earth pony. Instead I was born a Pegasus, and with it I found my true calling, alcohol.
But sometimes those of higher power try to push you into what they believe is right, as I would learn at the young age of twenty two...
I woke up much like I always do on on Sunday mornings, with a hangover the size of the griffin nation and as dehydrated as a desert.
Last night had been a blast, as it always was. Sure I gave away a few drinks for free, but everyone just kept coming back for more, so I was sure that I turned a profit somewhere, I always turned a profit.
Stretching all of my legs, I slid out of bed, stumbling slightly as I felt a wave of vertigo hit me. Chuckling despite the pain I was in, I walked over to the bathroom.
Hitting the lights, I looked in the adjacent mirror, seeing a tired but satisfied gray colt looking back at me. His hair was an amber color and his eyes a dark purple. Flexing my wings, the figure in the mirror did the same, indicating it too was a Pegasus.
"alright you SOB, hand over the asprine..." I told the mirror while holding out my right forehoof. As I reached forward to open the mirror to the medicine behind it, my reflection gained a dark look.
"No!"
"AH!" giving a surprised yell, I backed up and nearly hit the closed door. Rubbing my eyes, I looked back at the mirror ans saw my reflection. 'OK, so I'm still a bit drunk... good to know.'
Gaining back my courage, I opened the mirror and grabbed the bottle of sweet pain relief. Trying to keep myself from downing the entire bottle, I popped two of the white colored pills into my hoof and then put them in my mouth. Swallowing, I began to go about my morning routine.
Thirty Minutes I was downstairs, a long black vest on that went down to cover my cutiemark and ready for the day to go on. Locking up my house, I began to walk from my home on the edge of town to my bar in the center of the town.
The weather patrol had scheduled a snowstorm soon, and I'd hoped to arrive at my bar before the first flakes of winter fell on me.
As I began to go, I remained oblivious to the world around he. Had I been, I would have seen stallions, laying in the streets, the morning paper gripped in their hoofs.
Arriving at the bar, I found by 'assistant' waiting outside for me.
The kid was great, he worked small errands for me, entertained the customers, and was even learning to create a few drinks himself. Of course since he was 14, I couldn't legally let him handle alcohol, but me and the patrons of my establishment had an agreement. They don't tell, and I don't cut them off from their only source of drink for more than thirty miles.
Big Mac was already turning into a big stallion, a fraction of my age and he was already at my neck. Give it a few years and he'd be taller than me. His coat was a vibrant red and his mane a dirty blond. Usually he had a laid back, calm attitude on his face, but today his eyes held worry.
As I looked over my establishment, I saw why.
Police tape covered the whole of the building, wrapping it up like a Christmas present. Before I could even ask< BM thrust a copy of today's paper into my hoofs. Looking down, I read the header for today, the first and only work burning itself into my mind.
Prohibition
I swear to you, as I read onward, I felt my coat growing white. Celestia, out of nowhere had basically snuffed out one of Equestria's great pastimes, hammering beers!
Three outlines were made clear in the article, the first that this new law prohibited intoxicating beverages. that it was illegal to regulate the manufacture, sale, or transport of intoxicating liquor (but not consumption). and
to ensure an ample supply of alcohol and promote its use in scientific research and in the development of fuel, dye and other lawful industries and practices.
As I finished my reading, I felt myself grow weak. Feeling the paper slip through my fingers, I toppled over backwards, slipping into unconsciousness.
