"Why the hell do I always have to run away from the people I'm supposed to be around?" I groaned as Marceline and I walked through Canterlot. After my three girlfriends got into a glaring match and stared deep into my soul as they demanded to know who I was taking to the wedding I grabbed Marci and chaos controlled the fuck outta there.

"Well, having even two girls that like the one guy in one place is pretty much going to guarantee tension, suddenly adding a third to the equation will throw things off and tensions will be extremely high for awhile. It'll calm down...eventually." Marci explained.

"I'd ask his you know that, but the answer is obvious."

"Is it because I'm a girl?"

"It's because you're a girl."

Marcy punched my shoulder playfully. "Anyway, where are we going? Are we going anywhere at all or are we just walking around?" She asked curiously.

"We're heading to a bar named Manny's. It's a nice enough place, good people there too and the food, as always is the case in bars, is great."

"Bar food is always awesome."

"Amen to that sis." We high fived and continued on our way. Thing with me and my sis is that we are basically the exact same person only gender swapped, only difference is she's a little more lively and childish. Even after not seeing each other for years there wasn't much emotional stuff between us when we met again, it was more teasing, playful and sarcastic comments and talking about what we've been doing.

You know what she's been doing these past ten years? She's been traveling the multiverse and helping people and fighting in a war at one point. That didn't suprise me, given the stuff that I've done I guess she'd do the same. You know, my desire to help cute girls comes from her, I'd always help her as a kid, as we needed to stick together to survive after mom left. At times it would be annoying, at times I wouldn't want to, but in order to get myself to help her and focus on her well being, I'd always say to myself I was doing it because she was cute. And she was. Over time I beat that into myself until it basically became an instinct to help any girl that I considered cute.

As we reached the bar on the more...less regal area of Canterlot, I opened the door and was immediately greeted by the stallions and mares inside. The owner, a bat pony stallion named Manny Winesmar, waved me over and set a beer on the counter. I tossed him a few bots and downed the drink in one go before smashing the bottle over my head and sighing in relief.

Marcy just raised a brow at me as I shrugged. "Really bro, you took up drinking? You realise we're stuck being seventeen right?"

"Yeah but it's not like it can fuck up my robotic body, if it does my self repair systems just get rid of it." I sat down on a stool at the bar with Marcy sitting beside me. I tapped the bar top and Manny slid a bottle of whiskey over to me and I caught it in my hand. "Besides, with the shit I've been through the past few years I needed something to numb the stress and mental pain, considering I couldn't use the usual teenage method."

"Gross..."

"Forever virgin..." I sighed before lifting the whiskey to my mouth and began to chug it down, getting cheers from the ponies as the liquid disappeared. Once it was done I set the empty bottle down and placed a food order, suprisingly this place served meat, given that half of the customers tended to be Griffins that lived in the shadier parts of the city, still nice guys though, at least since I beat the angst and smug attitudes out of them.

"Isn't whiskey supposed to fuck up your throat if you down it, like burning or something?"

"Marcy, I have been slapped around by a time God, possessed by several demons and been stabbed through the chest multiple times. Any pain lower than my insides being ripped apart is nothing to me now. Here watch." I summoned a lunar blade and stabbed it through my hand without flinching. In hindsight, not the best way to show it off, but the alcohol was starting to kick in at that point.

"Jesus! I took your word for it you didn't need to stab yourself!"

I pulled the blade out and made it disappear before looking to the hole in my hand, which was rapidly repairing itself. Small wounds like that are fixed quickly, it's wounds like a hole through my chest that takes time to heal. "Yeah well I'm pretty fucked in the head now sis, don't expect rational thought from me too often."

Our food arrived and we got stuck in, eating the surpringly tasty steak, fries and baked beans until it was gone. There was just something about bar food that made it tasty, don't know what. We sighed happily as we payed for our food and my drinks before leaving. "So, what do you want to do now?" Marcy asked as she turned to me abd stood with a hand on her hip.

"Eh, I figure I've got about four hours before I start feeling like shit from the drinking, how about we go mess with some teenagers that think they own the streets of Fillydelphia?"

Marcy just smirked and started her jet engine. "Think you can beat me there?"

"Girl you have no idea who you just challenged..." I spoke darkly as I rose off the ground and started my own, although it sparked with red energy.

"A guy who's drunk off his ass and has poor reaction time?" She asked smuggly.

"No, you just challenged a drunk guy with super sonic flight and chaos powered speed to a race." I smirked before shooting off towards our destination, leaving her in the dust.

I slowed down to Mach one and waited for her to catch up before speeding off again.

Nothing like a carefree evening with your little sister. The times I'm having right now are great. No worries, just life.

But you know how this song and dance goes by now.