Two bottles of Sunrise Sarsaparilla, half a bottle of scotch and absinthe and a quick trip to the bathroom later to get rid of the taste of a particularly bad mix, she had found a perfect combination. Too bad the buzz she was starting to feel erased it from her memory.
The zebra mare lifted her glass full of mixtures and smiled at the bartender, who was more than happy to take the zebra´s caps away in exchange for the bottles. He now got the feeling he was going to regret it.
Too busy with her drinks, the zebra mare didn´t notice the black unicorn walking into the bar with a look of cold determination in her face. Nope, all she did was raise her glass again and say "Cheers!" for the eighth time that evening.