User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2015/@comment-27103443-20150629013724

A ragged looking unicorn pushes open the doors of Gretchen's bar. She walks up the counter and sets her hooves on the bar. "Tequilla."

Strongheart studies the mare warily, but says nothing.

Dazzling Light looks at the ponies and dragoness around her. Her son will not meet her gaze. Dazzling Light feels a hot knife of guilt twisting in her stomach. "Well...I suppose we should divide into groups and deal with all of the problems at once."