In an empty dive bar at the edge of Canterlot sits a tired, battered mare and a long line of empty shot glasses. Everypony says it wasn't her fault. They say that sometimes bad things just happen. They say all sorts of things. Maybe they even believe it.

But what do they know?

They weren't there.

Placed seventeenth in the March 2016 Write-Off Event: It's Your Funeral.