>”Berry-”
“I don't want to hear it.”
>”You don't have a choice, I've told you time and again to stop showing up here.”
“Why do you always give ME such a hard time? What about your other 'clients'?”
>”Those bums don't have responsibilities to worry about.”
“I only brought enough for one pint, unless you're feeling generous.”
>“I am, which is why I'm not taking your bits tonight.”
“Please, just give me one pint at least, just one.”
>”Why are you that desperate for a drink? You don't even like the taste.”
“It's all that numbs the pain anymore.”
>”Not even Rub-”
“JUST GIVE ME MY DRINK!”
A deathly silence follows.
>”...Fine, the usual?”
“Yeah.”
>”You shouldn't be here, you know.”
“Barkeeps blow off life stories all the time, why do you care about mine so much?”
>”Because you've got somepony depending on you, the opposite of everypony else who shows up.”
“Just get me the drink.”
>”Coming up, sunshine.”
>Finally, some relief, come to momma.
>Mmm...
>Sweet, revolting bliss, nectar of the princesses right here.
>Just carry me away into nothing again...
>”Instead of slumming it here, why not go see Jasmine?”
>Guess it hasn't fully kicked in yet.
“The mare at the tea shop? Why?”
>”You really need to ask? You're a mess, and she can help you better than I can.”
“What can she do that some hard cider can't fix?”
>“You aren't 'fixing' anything by ignoring what you're really feeling.”
“It works for other ponies, why wouldn't it work for me?”
>”You aren't hopeless, for starters.”
“You don't get it, I nee-”
>”You don't need it, didn't you notice what you just drank?”
“What do you...”
>Wait a minute, this... is this just regular cider?
“Have you been cheating me?”
>”I gave you the usual, same as always.”
“So all this time...”
>”Trust me, you wouldn't stomach the alcohol if you can't handle regular cider.”