Vinnie's Equestrian Adventure

You glanced over your shades, giving him a 'are you fucking kidding me' look. You'd just single-handedly stopped a bank heist, you should be getting a fucking parade!

"Drop your weapon or we will shoot!" He repeated.

You sighed, looking at your favourite gun for a prolonged amount of time. Just as you were about to drop the gun, a grey mass collided with you. Said grey mass was now atop you in some other building. You recognised him to be Rising Star.

"Whoa. Didn't know you swung that way, Star!" You grinned, despite almost being arrested moments ago.

"Can it, Vinnie. I just saved your flank!" Rising Star replied, somewhat pissed.

"Sure, I'll buy you a drink sometime."

You pushed him off you and stood up, not caring about the look he was giving you.

"Do you know who those robbers were?"

"Nope."

"The Stalliongrad mafia! You just managed to piss off the baddest criminal organisation in history!"

Eh, you've done worse.

"Star, you have to realise that I'm a professional when it comes to this stuff. Dodging bullets, awesome car chases, looking like a badass. Ya know, the works."

"You do realise that the police are going to arrest you on sight if they see you again?"

"Puh-lease, I am the master of disguise. Wait here." You concluded, stepping out of the room and taking off your ruined hoodie and pants. In its place, you throw on a snazzy grey and striped black suit with a red tie, completed with a matching trilby.

You re-entered the room, walking back up to Star, who had an unamused look on his muzzle.

"What'd I tell you? Nobody will recognise me." You smiled.

"Okay, you're not a sociopath. You're just very, very stupid." Star slammed his head into a wall. "It's contagious. I'm getting dumber just by being near you."

"Thinking is Kiro's forte, and he's the ex-Yakuza."

Or rather, that's what you wanted to happen. So instead of being chased by the police, you were merely zoning out from the Liar's Dice game you were playing. Realising this, you snapped back to reality and casually glanced under your cup. Three fives.

Glancing at your watch, you discovered it was now almost midnight. "Three fives."

After you finished the game, you got both Star's and Tarvish's phone numbers. Which was kind of odd, since they both owned those fancy new iPhones. Why do they even have those? With their hooves, they'd end up mashing all the buttons at once.

After that, you wandered out of the bar to the nearest hotel, which was two blocks from the tavern. Wearing sunglasses at night was not smart, but you'll be damned if they don't make you look more badass as usual. You were so pissed that you didn't know left from right, stumbling down the street and almost tripping over for two whole blocks in the dark. Right now you were barely hanging onto your consciousness, your head slumped onto the administration table.

"C-can I help you, sir?" The obviously nervous mare asked.

"Yeah, you can. I need a ... what's one of those things you sleep in at these joints?" You slurred, your thinking process broken from the excessive amount of whiskey you consumed earlier.

"Uh, a room, sir."

"Y-yeah, I need a room. How much?"

"Five bits for two days."

You reached into your hoodie's pouch, withdrawing five bits from the leather pouch containing your Equestrian currency. Pouchception, as the kids would say. Dropping them on the counter, you received a silver key with a tag with the numbers '56' on it. You guessed it to be your room's number, giving a drunken nod to the mare as you departed to find your room.

The Following Day...

You had gotten up at about 7am, changed your ruined clothes and strolled through the city until you found a train station. You'd waited about twenty minutes for the train to Las Pegasus to arrive, which was coincidentally the pony version of Las Vegas. Right now, you were sitting on the strangely colourful train, gazing out the window to the rapidly changing countryside. A cigarette was currently in your mouth, partially obscuring your vision with the chemical smoke.