>>34801619"Whoa! You wanna take it a little easy there, Twiggy?"
>Twilight looks over the rim of her glass to make eye contact while downing the rest of her drink."How many have you had?"
>She wipes the beer froth from her upper lip and giggles softly.>"Relax, Anon. I know how to pace myself.""Uh huh. Like how you paced yourself last Hearth's warming?"
>"Well...""...and your last birthday?"
>"Okay. Point made.">With a playful scrunch of her muzzle she reaches over to boop you, only she misses by about an inch and just brushes her hoof against your cheek.>"I consulted the books before we came.""Oh yes?"
>"Yes! There was one all about alcohol intake for ponies, and it said that a mare my size can comfortably ingest eight or fewer units in a night without becoming too intoxicated.""How many beers have you had, Twilight?"
>She looks down at the assemblage of empty pint glasses in front of her, each with a layer of froth still rimming the insides.>"Hm. Five.""and how many units are in a pint?"
>She rolls her eyes.>"Okay, okay. Maybe I've had a little too much.">Her cheeks are tinted a hot feverish red as she bashfully plays with her mane."Hey, don't worry. It's a new year, right? Nothing wrong with a little celebration."
>Twilight nods and bangs her hoof against the bar to attract the attention of the bartender.>A grizzled older stallion who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else.>"Can I try the Manehattan Swirl?">"You sure? That's a little strong for a smaller pony.">"Sure!">With a perfunctory shrug he prepares the drink; a pleasant turquoise green in a tall flute glass.>Twilight looks at it with interest, taking a sip, deciding she likes the flavor, and finishing the entire thing in less than a minute.>Woozy, the mare begins to sway and fall backwards off her stool.>You're there to grab her before she does, arms cradling her and fingers pressed into the soft of her rump. 
