Disdain covered the face of Beer Flinger, the owner of the Hayloft. He sighed. Then bellowed, "I don't care how often you saved Equestria! I'm cutting you off."





The drunk ponies at the back looked up.





Beer Flinger continued. "Somepony, call a cart service for those ponies!"





Trixie stumbled her way to the bar. "Trixie requires one more for the road. There might be wheels around and I don't want to feel their pain."





Beer Flinger's eyes narrowed. "No! Do you see that?" He pointed at the puddle of rainbow colored vomit. "Do you know how hard it is to clean up that? That?"





Trixie tried to nod but realized that she might fall down instead so she just stood there.





If it wasn't for the huge amount of money that the Princesses paid him, Beer Flinger would've never agreed to this.





Kudos.

