The bar was quiet, too quiet.

Or at least, too quiet for an extremely bored pony with too much drink and not enough sense in her head.

Brightstar nudged her flagon across the bar and back again, a small squeaking sound issuing from its every movement, sending twitches through the somber crowd.

*squeek* pause *squeek* pause *squeek* pause *squeek* pause *squeek* pause

A hoof finally came down, knocking the drinkware away from her and jostling the table enough to knock her foreleg from under her chin.

She didn't bother holding her head up, and let it thud to the bar.

“um... miss?” a voice, presumably the voice of the pony who had interrupted her musical de la cup, said from nearby.

“Are you ok?”

Brightstar wasn't ok. she came to bars to unwind, to relax. nopony here was talking, much less letting loose.

“NO!” she finally said, sitting up on her barstool with a manic gleam in her eyes.

“No I'm not, how are you? I’m not ok. I’m not ok because you are all so boooooooooooooring!” she was panting as she loomed over the started stallion who had backed away from her.

“Come on! free drinks on me to the first pony to give me something to laugh about!” she called out, seeing oddly panicked expressions as they all backed away from her.

The stallion who had been talking to her before tried to shush her. “The princess of the moon is here!” he hissed.

“Luna?! Lunas getting drunk in a bar? I wanna meet her! where is she?” Bright prowled around the room, finally finding the bemused princess in a side booth.

Bright grinned and stood upon luna’s table, raising her forelegs into the air.

“Princess of the moon and you all decide to be sticks in the mud. THIS IS A BAR!”

“Hey luna, what's the difference between a bar and a guard shack?” she asked, leaning over to the lunar princess and waiting for her response.

“I do not know, young pony.”

“Apparently not much except this lot can't drink as much as the guards!”

That got a mild mannered chuckle from Luna as Bright looked over the grumpy patrons and the exasperated bartender.

“Good evening folks, my name is Brightstar, and I’m this evening’s entertainment.”

That night had been the first of many during which Brightstar was a shoulder to cry on, an ear that would listen to the princess' woes, and a friend. They grew close and soon the princess of the night was spending entire nights in disguise, making friends and having good times.

It was when the princess began to speak ill of her sister, began to harbor a dark anger and bitterness that had never been there before, Brightstar turned away.

No longer was she there for her princess, and Luna took it as an insult.

Author's Note

This was a random write I was unsure about publishing, but with my lack of progress on this story, I need something to jolt myself back into my rhythm. Hopefully this isn't too unrelated.