A Detour (Open)

Paxaro slowly opened the door to the tavern and looked around the place. Far away from his usual lonely perches on Ponyville rooftops, he was not used to the crowded and alcohol-dank establishment. Some ponies were laughing, others were passed out, but the whole scene was alien to him. He stood still for a moment as the door closed. Something his father said echoed through his mind.

"You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy than in the confines of a crowded tavern... now pass me the bottle, son."

Paxaro sighed and pulled up his hood.

Snowy Aura wasn't usually the type to visit crowded places, especially not ones that had the most rowdy of crowds but today was special. It was her ice-cream carts opening anniversary and even though it wasn't a big of deal to most ponies she wanted to unwind and have some special cider.