It was a normal night at Night's. Xander was polishing the bar when the Closet suddenly pinged. He looked up as... something walked out.
Xander saw what came out, and then did a double take. And stared. It was pinkish. Sorta.
The 'something' looked at him. Then around the room. Then at him once again. It blinked. Then it, no... she, murmured to herself "This isn't the mop storage room. I keep getting lost. This castle is too big."
Then she looked at him and asked "Where am I?"
Xander smiled at her and said "You're in my bar. This is Night's. And I'm Xander."
She blinked, and then smiled. "This is a bar?" she asked in joy.
"Yeah." answered Xander. "Seems like you could use a drink."
"Oh could I ever!" she exclaimed in happiness. "With the week I've been having? Oh yes!"
"Tough week?" he asked.
"You have no idea." she said waving an... appendage at him.
Then she looked sad.
Xander looked at her, wondering why she was sad.
She saw his look. "I have no money." she explained.
Xander nodded. Then he said, "Something of a tradition. You tell a story, sometimes leave a small memento, and the drink's on the house."
She perked back up at that. "Oh have I got a story for you. Have I ever."
"Cool." said Xander. Then he looked at her. "I'm not sure how you'll get up on this stool though."
She just smirked, and flew up onto the stool.
"That works." said Xander, amazed at her abilities.
"Give me the strongest stuff you've got." she said.
"This stuff's pretty strong now." said Xander giving her a glass and bottle of Klingon Blood Wine.
She drank the glass, and her eyes went wide. She blinked. Then she smiled and said "Oh yeah! This is just what I need! Good stuff!"
She poured another glass from the bottle.
She then started telling her story. A story of a lonely childhood, except for one friend. A friend who had left her when he found his calling in life. How this had caused her much bitterness. How she grew up hating her people's 'magical destinies'. How she had been determined to find a way to remove them. How she did... horrible things to get rid of these 'destinies'. Of how she had been stopped by a band of heroes. Of how she had escaped into some caves, and then plotted her revenge. How she had torn time itself in an attempt to change history. How she had been stopped, and then offered a chance for redemption. Of how she had taken it. Of how her life had turned out better for taking that chance offered her. Of how she, and some others, had saved their kingdom from invasion. And of this last hectic week she had been having of working very hard. Of how she had had to deal with foreign diplomats. Diplomats who were arrogant male supremacists who thought that ordering her to get their coffee because she was female, talking down to her badly, and copping a feel were things that were their "male rights". How she was so close to just snapping and murdering the whole lot of them if she didn't get some stress relief.
"I hate the fucking damn Caribou!" she exclaimed drunkenly. "I hate their grabby lecherous guards! I hate their patriarchal, arrogant, condescending Ambassador Dainn!"
"You sound like you need some time off." said Xander. "I've got a spare room. You can stay here for awhile. While you unwind. No strings attached."
She looked thoughtful. "I'd like that." she finally said. "Yeah, I really would now."
"Come on." said Xander. "I'll show you to your room."
She nodded, and flew off the stool. Then she looked thoughtful. She levitated her hair clip into his hand.
"Here." she said. "For your wall."
Xander nodded and said "Thanks." He placed the hair clip on the wall.
"By the way." he said. "I never got your name."
"Oh." she said, as she drunkenly followed him up the stairs to her new room. "It's Starlight. Starlight Glimmer."
Starlight was having a very bad day. The newly discovered nation of the caribou, the Caribou Enclave, had sent an ambassador and his team to Equestria to see about a trade treaty.
Now you might be wondering, "What's so bad about that? Isn't that a good thing? Equestria could always use some more friends." Well, normally yes. However these caribou were... rude.
"Hey wench!" yelled out their ambassador. "Bring more wine! Move it, ya stupid female!"
They were male-supremacist JERKS!
"Here's your wine, Honored Ambassador." said Starlight, as she served them their wine.
"Hahaha!" said the ambassador, Dainn. "Ah, more wine. At least you are good for something, eh wench?"
'Grin and bear it.' thought Starlight. 'It's only for a few more days. Don't give in to the urge to kill them all painfully.'
Starlight's grin almost slipped as she felt one of their hands on her right flank.
"The wench also has very good flanks!" exclaimed one of Dainn's... staff while laughing.
"Ha!" agreed Dainn. "Yes, she does. Some very fine flanks on that cunt." he said, while letting loose an enormous belch that sounded SO LOUD.
"Bring us more food, ya walking pussy container!" yelled Dainn.
It was all Starlight could do just to keep the grin plastered on her face, and not commit very bloody murder.
"Right away oh Most Honored Ambassador Dainn Sir." Starlight said with very fake politeness.
She brought them their food.
"Good wench!" yelled Dainn.
Starlight then yelped as she felt a hand slap her rear.
"Hahahahahahahahaha!" laughed Dainn as he withdrew his hand from where he fondled her.
Starlight's right eye started twitching almost uncontrollably.
Starlight then excused herself saying "I need to mop the floors now."
Starlight then quickly left for the mop storage room. Because she did need a mop. To mop the floor where one Dainn's staff HAD PISSED ON IT!
Starlight was so angry, she didn't watch where she was going. She walked right past the door she was seeking, and onto another one. This unknown door opened into...
