So an Inventor walks into a bar...

Said major catastrophe would probably cause an explosion if no pony turned it off. If somepony did turn it off...

"No, that's fine. Alcohol was involved. It loves to make me hate."

"Well I did egg it on, there's really not much of an excuse for that."

Shala let out a loud sigh before moving back to the door of the tavern. Without much a word or even glace to the others, she went back in and sat in her original seat. She appeared as she did when it all started, casually drinking her drink and having little mind to all else about her.

"You didn't intentionally try to kick up trauma," Intel sighed, "We started talking about class, and it just happened." He held up his hoof his to his head, massaging his skull. "I didn't want another one on the very next night."

Then uncertainty strikes.

"Right, Shala," Intel muttered, "I was supposed to talk to Shala... get her to kick my stupid head in..."

Saying this, Intel struggled to his feet.

Indigo lends him some of his magic to get him properly stabilized.

"...Right, thakns. Thanks."

A pony walks into a bar. And sits down.

"Icarus, there you are. Why did you leave?"

He walks back inside and sits in the chair where his drink rests and slowly sips it. What a night... worst thing is it's not even over yet...

Shala simply sat there, drinking every few moments. It wasnt long before she finished her glass. Not moments after doing so, she got up and went to the bar to request another drink. It because obvious she was not on her normal streak as a glass and large bottle Bacardi 151 floated with her back to the table.

Indigo watches as the bottle floats over to the table. Oh Celestia...

"Shala, no. You've drunken enough to stop the time in your head, you don't need to drink anymore."

Shala didnt seem to hear Indigo. Calmly, she sat down and poured herself a glass. It levitated up to her mouth just short. "...Dont tell me i have had enough." She took a large gulp before coughing to herself. "I know...whats enough."

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Nodding at Icarus' response, Intel couldn't help but notice out of the corner of his eyes the conflict that was brewing the the table where this mess began.

Intel sighed.

"I think that something needs to be done." Time for Intelligent-brand stupidity.

He got up, staggered towards the scene. If he remembered correctly how to do this...

Slumping down next to Shala, Intel asked, "Hey, do you know what time it is?"

Horn glowing, he cast the spell that provided a metronome to time experiments. It definitely wasn't perfect, and it could only count kinda-seconds. But it would do.

Tick...Tick...Tick...

Moments ago, Shala had her most comfortable mask of alcohol, drinking, and attitude stripped away from her by just a few words of some strange pegasi. Enough that she had to go outside and force back those memories that brought her here, to make her the way she was, especially the ones that gave her fears.

At this moment one of those fears was not being bluntly presented to her. While her sense of time was indeed faded, what it meant was still very much understood.

Shala gritted her teeth and her hoof tightened on her glass. It wasnt so much fear now, but anger. Even with both emotions forming a hurricane in her, she had the dedication to her alcohol to finish her glass before smashing it into Intel's head.

Indigo goes to raise his hoof to take the glass from her, and pauses in mid grab as it's suddenly smashed onto Intel's head and quietly retreats his arm to rest on the table, unsure with how to react.

...contradiction, unlike certainty, is when- OW WHAT IN LUNA'S-

Intel felt two things; one was the absolute pain a pony experiences when a glass is smashed on their head, the other was warm liquid flowing down his cheek.

His horn sputtered with magic as the ticking stopped.

Then he talked. "You know when it's enough? You know when it's enough? Do you call this not enough?" He glared at Shala, but his voice was quiet. "Well..."

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"...they thought it was enough."

On the ground outside the bar, Intel laid sprawled on the ground. His head hurt. His head really hurt. Oh, wow. Spin~

Intel just remembered getting grabbed by somepony and being hurled out of the door. He would have been laughing if he had breath to spare. Oh, wow. If his family saw him as he was right now.

Watch the pretty spinning stars~

Shala was ignorant to his words at first. She grunted and began to drink straight from the bottle heavily, not even aware of the damage she caused. Right now all that was on her mind was getting her fix. It wasn't until she finally turned to face him that it hit her.

The shock was clear as she went wide eyed and dropped her bottle. Suddenly her previous fit of anger didn't feel so justified anymore. So many terrible things had gone wrong. Always going wrong.

Before she could speak, she felt a hoof on her shoulder that pulled her from her seat. The bartender didn't have to say much as Shala knew that it was time to go. Everything else happened in a blur.

Once outside, Shala tried to bring words to her mouth. "Insh...Inteeel..." She found she could hardly form any words. Indigo was right. She had too much. She hoofed at his shoulder meekly, as if to try and please him. "Are....y-yoouu...Oksh...okay?" She about stumbled into him. For some reason, she didn't feel so influence by her emotions for the moment. It was hard enough to get the facts down.

After getting kicked out Indigo decides to just leave. If every night was going to end with everyone around him drunk with both booze and heartache, he might as well just stay home.

"Heh, stars..." Intel said.

Blinking, he realised just how tired he was. Head aching, half drunk, something... warm... on him.

"Elegance always liked stars," he mumbled, "...t's why she was so happy to see the return of their maker. Huh. Never really looked up at them before. So pretty~" He tried to snuggle with the warm thing. It was really quite nice.

Spin~

Shala, as drunk as she was, had some experience trying to keep some kind of general sense of things. While the stars did look tempting and pretty to stare at, she knew that Intel needed some help. "I-iiintel....You...need a hoshpital...You....bleedsings...Please?" She wasn't sure what he was doing trying to snuggle with her but she pushed against him to get him moving down the street. Hopefully the hospital was this way.

Movement helped. The world around faded iiiiiiin, ooooooout, iiiii.....

Out of sense error. Please reinstall brain and reboot.

Spin~ Magic liked to spin, Intel noticed. A spinning sphere was the most efficient way to absorb magic. No, that was not a lie. That's why his dampener worked so well~

"Just as planned~" Intel muttered happily.

Engine. Ambience. He was going to put one on a glider! He was so silly sometimes. Such a silly pony. Silly ponies don't get their... head... smashed in....

Pain came rushing in to Intel's mind, removing him from his comfortable stupor.

"Ow... Shala? That you?"

Indigo comes back to the drunken couple. No matter how flustered and irritated he was as current events, he couldn't bring himself to simply leave the two to fend for themselves at night.

"Hey, come on you two. The hospital is this way."

Shala was up against him now, trying to steady him and herself to a degree. "Y-yesh..." She hiccuped. Her vision was becoming blurry and it took her a few moments to realize she was crying. Seeing Intel bleeding so much because of her mistake, her so very stupid mistake, was just ruining her.

Stupid stupid stupid! I wish i didn't need to be such a drinker. She thought with strange clarity. Worry began to seep into her more. What if he dies?...No...I shouldn't think...

Shala whimpered a little to herself. Her heart rate started to go through the rough and her breathing quickened. She felt like her heart was going to explode.

"Inteeell...Pleashe be okaay. D-dont...die..." She whimpered. Shala was getting panicky now.

Suddenly she heard a familiar voice and quickly waved a hoof. "Heeeelp. He ish hurt.." She said despite him already making his intentions clear.

Indigo magics a floating light above them to inspect the wound and gasps when he sees all the blood coming from the deep cut, the light going out instantly when he sees the damage. He quickly levitates the cut pony to lay across his back, it would be much quicker than helping him walk.

"Alright, come on Shala. It's right just this way."

Intel slowly held up a hoof to wipe off the blood dripping down his cheek. "Oh."

He looked at the blood. "I've been a stupid pony, haven't I?"

Yes. Intelligent. Yes, you have.

"Hospital. Yes. Please."

What was he thinking? To stop Shala from drinking he would...get his head smashed in? That was the stupidest idea in the history of stupid.