A Pony Walks Into A Bar...

Steph was in the middle of the afternoon rush, ponies filled the booths around her bar as sounds of laughter wafted across the air. She barely noticed two paint-covered Apple horses enter, the eldest was a massive red stallion who sat on an empty stool.

His younger sibling a copper-colored mare, took her seat at his side and pouted about something. Steph was indeed interested in such an odd sight, she wandered over and flashed a warm inviting smile.

“What's eating you two?” Steph asked with a quirked brow, the stallion snorted loudly in reply.

“Two ciders, eeyup!” He grumbled as if borderline on the edge of his sanity.

“Don't mind this cheapskate! ~ He just got us fired from a sweet gig!!” The mare narrowed her dark green eyes towards her brother in disappointment.

“Fired!?” Steph whipped up several ciders in awe, this quite the juicy development.

“Yep, from that church painting job down the way! ~ Isn't that right, Mac!?” The copper pony poked the stallion with a rough hoof.

“Nope!” He glared in anger chugging his drink.

“He just had to get home for dinner with Sugar Belle, couldn't pull a late nighter!” The mare slammed her drink down in a similar fashion.

“How did it happen?” Steph broke in between this sibling feud confused.

“We got the church contract by agreeing to bring our own paint.”

“Eeyup!”

“But thanks to an error, we came up a little short!” The mare groaned.

“Eeyup!”

“I said Mac, give me a few hours to run home and grab more paint! It might take all night, but we would complete our job!”

“Eeyup!”

“But he had garsh forsaken plans! So he said to me…” She finished her drink angrily.

“Nope!”

“And before you could say Apples, he had us water down the paint and finish the job!!” The mare lifted a hoof punching her brother on the shoulder.

“It came out thin and faded in spots?” Steph giggled unable to help herself.

“Try everywhere, the church looked like a wet rag.” The stallion finally owned up to his mistake in a voice of shame.

His sister huffed before speaking up defeated.

“I knew we should've, repainted and thin no more!”