Storm Rider woke with a start realizing what day it was. It was his birthday, but not just any birthday it was his 18th birthday which meant he was a legal adult in the kingdom of Equestria. He had waited for this day for so long yet he felt no different from the previous day. He had hyped it up so much in his head, had made so many plans. However, really all he wanted was a beer. After all, 18 was the legal drinking age in Equestria, so why not?
After carefully choosing his outfit, fixing his flowing purple and green mane, and smoothing out his yellow coat he went on his way, Storm went to a bar that was right next to his apartment. He glanced inside and saw no one was in there. Well no matter there was plenty of bars and clubs in Manehattan. Storm took to the sky, flying as fast as his wings could carry him. He had no particular destination, just a random bar or club that might tickle his fancy.
After an hour of searching Storm abruptly stopped for no particular reason; he scanned the area and noticed a small club with a sign out front that read “BOTTOMS ENTER FREE”. Storm had never heard this terminology, he had only moved from Ponyville to Manehattan a week or so ago.
He approached the door to the club, a bouncer he had not noticed before asked in a deep throaty voice “ID please,” Storm flashed his ID with a sense of pride filling his heart. The bouncer replied “50 bits entry fee please.” Storm panicked, he had only enough bits for a drink or two and this club peaked his interest quite a bit for some reason and he knew if he went home to get more money he would never find this place again. So he said in a shaky voice “Um, I’m a bottom I get free admission correct?” The bouncer blushed deeply, “Sorry,” he said “I should have known that from your rather petite size, go on through.”
Storm Rider was clueless why the bouncer had referenced his small frame. However, he gave it no thought and continued through the door down a flight of stairs to a black door. Storm heard the thumping of music through the door and was curious so he pushed open the door slightly. He was immediately greeted with the deafening roar of music and lights flashing every color you could think of.
After standing there a moment dumb founded, Storm got used to the relative darkness of the club and glanced around. All he saw in the club were stallions of every shape size and color dancing. Storm ventured farther in to the club making his way to the bar in the very back. At the bar he saw a group of about 3 or 4 mares having a drink. Storm approached them feeling confident and said “Hi my name is Storm Rider, what are you mares doing in a place like this all alone?” The mares all responded with a giggle and looked away, leaving Storm with feelings of rejection weighing heavily on his hear.
He went down to the other end of the bar as to get as far away from the mares as he could. He was about to order himself a beer when a stallion spoke in the sexiest voice Storm had ever heard “Two beers please.” The bartender complied a set the beers down in front of this mysterious stallion. The stallion slid a beer over to Storm and said in his beautiful voice “Hi my name is Sterling, What is yours?”