“That face of yours. That’s the face of a girl who’s been betrayed by her friends and left alone” Mr. Blank said pointedly to Sunset, his something in his casual tone betraying some hidden depth to his crass statement. “What’s on your mind, missy? I don’t mean to brag, but I am an expert in such things, and I believe that the youth can succeed in getting past such hardships if only given the chance. I can give you that chance, Sunset Shimmer.”
Sunset looked up at the new voice that spoke to her with a raised brow. “Really?” She asked, downing the full shot of whiskey in her hand in one swig. “And is this the part where you tell me that your a member of an organization that gives people special powers or something?” She said with a slight slur in her words. “Cuz I already have that. Just not the red suit.” She said with chuckle.
As she told the bartender to get her another round, she looked back over at the stranger. “Also, you know my name. I don’t like that, so your lucky I’m borderline drunk otherwise we might have a problem. But for now, this-” she said, holding up her now full shot glass, “Is how I deal with my problems.” She down the shot once more with a sigh as she said, “and I never got your name. It’s not Smith is it?” She said with a chuckle.
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