User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Summer 2016/@comment-27161581-20160830160817

''The circle of ponies shies back from the weapon, all attention focused on Goldfin and her trident. A few hooves reach beneath cloaks, and draw several well used knives. One of them looks to be high grade aluminum with a carbon fiber handle, fancy stuff for such a poor pony.''

The filly gulps and looks around, a couple patrons eye her with less than savory intentions, and the bouncers likely would be ecstatic to teach her a lesson about puking on the floor.

Filly:  “Please don't leave, I can’t stay... Not now.”

The filly breaks down and starts to cry.