Cellar Cask wandered about the tall buildings of Manehattan, admiring the city in the depths of night. He had finished the night at the restaurant with some criticisms from customers; many of them complained that their meal had too much chilli in it. However, the week previously, Cask could swear he remembered the same ponies complaining that there wasn't enough chilli in the dish. He sighed. Customers... they're so very- he struggled to find the right word, temperamental. It would be a long day the next day, with the restaurant being open for a convention for the most part of the afternoon; however, his insomnia prevented him from sleeping and getting the rest he needed. He had left his apartment and started wandering the streets to clear his mind. Looking up, he saw the moon at its zenith - maybe 2 in the morning? - and surprisingly bright for such a dense urban atmosphere. Cask turned a corner and saw a filly offering a colt a box of something. The colt seemed to be excited, but it quickly faded as Cask approached. He passed the two youths with a mumbled "Evening" and smelled the distinct scent of cookies among them. Cask was about halfway down the street before he realised that going for a walk was an extremely bad idea at this time of night. Instead of feeling tired but unable to sleep, Cask quickly realised that he was feeling extremely lethargic and his hooves were becoming heavy. Oh, Celestia, please no! he pleaded with his body. However, it was all for nought and soon he had fallen onto the sidewalk and was sleeping peacefully on the cold concrete. [EDIT OOC: Oh dear, it seems I got in before you, Neoniie. I think this may still work after your own post, though...]