Small-Town Colt in the Big City

Tinker grunted and gave it his hundred-and-ten-percent, galloping for dear life on the final stretch. The more persistent gangers were still hot on his hooves, likely hoping to at least catch HIM, since he was burdened down with that cart. Thankfully, he managed to stay ahead of them as he burst out into the open, still running as the gangers peeled off. He spun, skidding to a halt as he did, both he and his cart darn near tipping over.

Once he was stopped, Tinker collapsed, panting for breath.

"Hoo! Dang... thought Ah was... about done for... fer a minute there. Jus'... jus' gimme a minute... t' catch muh breath." panted the worn-out handypony, his coat slightly damp with sweat.

Tinker chuckled tiredly as he got up, grinning, "Yeah, Ah think Ah heard o' that. Th' Everfree or somethin'. But Ah think yer right. At leas' th' monsters in th' forest would gobble ya up quick, an' that's it. These jokers'll keep comin' back fer more."

He then smiled and said, "So Ah think we owe each other drinks. Do ya know of any good waterin' holes 'round these parts? Ah'm a bit turned around jus' now. Fleein' fer yer life'll do that to ya, after all."

Tinker smiled brightly and said, "Don't make no sense t' me, neither. Out where Ah'm from, we generally don't let fellers like that come inta town. Let th' desert take care of 'em. But, hey, what can we do? Anyhow, that sounds like a good idea t' me. Ah'm always up fer tryin' a new place. Ah ain't really got a favorite spot in this town, anyway. Most'a th' best ones tend t' be in th' smaller towns with th' local farms. Ponyville cider is like liquid awesome, on th' rare occasions ya can get a hold of any. Ah ain't been 'round there in a while, though."

He started looking around, wondering where a good spot to get some drinks, and maybe even some eats, would be.

Tinker nodded, "Yeah, Ah tend t' head around there durin' th' busy seasons, when there's likely t' be work as a farmhand. They got a handypony in town already, so there ain't too much other work around there t' be had." He then frowned and said, "That's odd. Ya'd think th' folks gettin' offa work might like a drink er somethin' right after they get off. Think maybe we'd have better luck in th' Shoppin' District?"

Tinker shrugged and said, "Ah guess, sure. Ah'm still a mite turned around."

Of course, being something of a typical male, he had a bit too much pride to ask for directions. He figured that they'd stumble onto someplace one of them was familiar with eventually. They were both traveling ponies, after all, so there had to be SOMEPLACE in this town that was familiar to ONE of them.

Being a grown stallion, Special Delivery would have been too old to cry out for his mother, even if he now felt like it. To be quite honest, this part of the town was not familiar at all, or he had lost his sense of direction.
He huffed a little, frowning and kept on walking onwards, because sooner or later he would find a place familiar enough.

[I'd suggest we move these to to another district or something?]

Tinker looked around as they came to a cross street, then grinned and pointed with a hoof towards the Shopping District as he said, "This place looks familiar. Ah'm pretty sure Ah know jus' where we are, now. If'n we go down that-a-way, we'll get t' where we wanna go. Then all we gotta worry about is pickin' a place t' get drinks an' such!

With that, he started to walk towards the Shopping District, though he did stop momentarily to see if his new acquaintance was going to follow.

>>> TO Shopping District >>>

OOC: Just what I was thinking. :D

https://mlp-fim-oc-rp.rpg-board.net/t995-finally-a-place-to-rest#13523

Hey, if you want it to be an open play, just let me know and I'll make it more inviting.