Originally Posted by
Benson
Fox Trot Heading to Soft Serve's Bar
Well, the best place to celebrate a job well done was obviously at the bar, plus he was a socializing sort of pony and there were always ponies there. He strode with his gentlecolt's swagger greeting the fillies he past by until he approached the doors to the bar and walked right in. He took his usual spot at the counter and shook his mane a little out of pony habit.
"Good day Miss Soft Serve, looking beautiful as always," He casually complimented. He knew she was a fillyfooler but that wasn't going to stop him from pointing out the obvious. "One extra bitter rootbeer, extra foam, spiced with a leaf of mint, in a tankard." His usual order when he stopped by.