The Badlands

The heavy aroma of sweat, sex, and cider greeted the stallion as he limped into the bar, hat hung over his eyes and his ears flat against the sides of his head. Looking up toward the ceiling, he was greeted to the sight of a fan lazily rotating, creating and distributing a light breeze throughout the bar.

Sadly, it didn't do much for the smell.

Turning to his right, he found an empty stool at the counter next to a large, sickly green pegasus who sat hunched over the polished wooden table in front of him. Giving a small chuckle at his fortune, the stallion took his seat with an amused look. Reaching up to place his hat onto the counter top, he suddenly noticed the approach of a light blue Unicorn, who ran a hoof through his jet black mane as he likewise spotted him.

"Nimble Bolt," he started, emphasizing each syllable of his name as if it couldn't go without, "my favorite customer! Just what are you doing here this time?"

Nimble gave him a blank look. He knew that the bartender said that to everypony, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He was right after all.

"I'm just here for cider. Why else would I come into your bar?"

The bartender stuck his hooves out, pushing the air in front of him multiple times, "Please please, I apologize. Why don't you tell me what happened while I get you a drink?"

Nimble rolled his eyes,