Appleloosa Down at the Ol' Salt Lick

[FlankSteak]

Big Macintosh hadn't been able to get away from Sweet Apple Acres in a long time. He took some time to enjoy the Salt Block's rustic feel. Wagon wheels and lanterns hanging on the walls. An old player piano in the corner playing fast rag time tune. Yes, Big Macintosh was amazed at what his family had done so far away from anything. Appleloosa was a pretty little frontier town. Big Macintosh felt like he was able to loosen up a bit more here than in Ponyville.

Soon a waiter brought him his bourbon salt lick. A lazy smile crept across Big Macintosh's face. At home he had to be a good influence for his little sister, Applebloom. Now that he was away from the farm, he was able to enjoy a more mature aspect of life.

"Thank ya sir, E'Yup." Big Macintosh started in on his order. The smooth taste of the bourbon salt filled his mouth. Soon Big Macintosh had finished his order and licked his lips.*Bang* Big Macintosh slammed his big hooves on the bar. "Bar Keep," he voiced a bit loud, feeling the salt tickle his head, "another round if you wouldn't mind, EEEE'YYup"

[MudBug]

There was a small jingle as the doors swayed open with a soft clunk of wood and a swish of air, some ponies looked up from their licks and their frothy drinks of strong apple cider and bourbon salt and the others simply continued their merry little delights.

Especially the old dry mouth in the corner that had seen one too many and was singing a rather low toned version of 'Darling Clementine' to himself whilst licking the salt off his muzzle, lackadaisily.

The majority of those that did look up, did notably move from their tables or in some cases head out of the saloon, forsaking their beverages and licks.

The new pony was clad in a black leather, notably a waistcoat and two bands on her back hooves that had attached to them, two spurrs, the source of the jingling no doubt as with every step she took, they twirled and rang like a tiny bell as she came to the bar.

One last piece of leather was a heart shaped patch that covered her left eye....and the other, a bright, almost venomous yellow under the heavy blue eyeshadow.

Once she reached the bar, she slammed a few bits down that made the pony on the other side jump in faint recognition. Sinking down just a little as he asked the crimson and aqua haired mare what her taste was.

Pushing the bits over, she muttered in a faintly impatient tone - "Usual."

Waiting to be served didn't take too long as the pony disapeared and then reappeared with a mug of something frothy that the mare began to glug at heartily, brushing back her mane and revealing a notable horn. Mid glug, her yellow eye shifted to the red pony and she arched a brow.

He was new.

Eyeing his flank, her eye narrowed. An Apple family? Probably an out of towner...that dang Apple family was big as all get out...it was possible.