A Pony Walks Into A Bar...

Stephanie Phillips loved her cramped little bar. Sure it never really brought in much business even on a good day, but the interesting equines she's met over the years sort of made up for it. Her bouncy blonde hair stretched shoulder length in slight curls, dark blue eyes watched the door for her first customer of the day.

She owned The Feghoot Bar, it had a peculiar effect on the ponies in the neighborhood. It seemed to draw out the colorful creatures from miles around, just for the chance at playful wordplay. Humans would sometimes visit for a drink too, yet they never really said much.

Steph could hear the front door swing open delicately. A rather timid yellow pegasus fluttered inside for lack of a better word, her long pink mane tangled and cluttered with branches. The young barmaid giggled, walking over to greet her new patron.

“Hello, welcome to The Feghoot!” Steph leaned onto the counter, the little pony gently landing atop an empty stool.

“Um, what's that?” She flaunted her hoof gently to a sign hung above the bar.

“Haven't you heard? Decent wordplay gets you a free drink here!” Steph smoothed out her lovely white blouse with a friendly smile to the mare.

“I'm not very talented with my words.” She blushed looking over the drink selection.

“It's totally alright, what can I get you!?” Steph awaited an order from the shy pony.

“How about a Sour Apple Cider?” She spoke in a polite little tune.

Steph nodded with a sly wink. “Right away!” She swayed down the bar swiftly fixing a nice large glass of cider, specially made with a bitter tart taste to shock the senses. “If I may ask? What's with the cluttered look darling?” Steph questioned curiously before sliding the drink down the counter.

“Oh! Well, I've been trying to get these adorable baby chickens to go forth on their own.” She giggled behind a delicate hoof as several little yellow creatures poked themselves out of her mane.

“They're so cute!” Steph nearly felt herself squee.

“Indeed, I've been looking after the cuties ever since their mom passed.” The mare gazed down in slight sadness, drinking from her glass deeply.

“I'm so sorry to hear that, I hope they grow up strong.” Steph arched her hips off to the side.

“I'm sure they will, until then in happy to carry them around with me. ~ They do wonders with the boys.” With a smirk the pony finished her drink, hopping off the stool as she headed towards the door.

“Why's that?” Steph asked curiously about to remind the timid pegasus to pay for her drink.

“Because stallions have been chicking me out all day!”