It was a feeble blow, one anypony could’ve dodged. The earth pony snapped a hoof up, deflected the punch, and on the recoil, jabbed the drunk in the throat. The drunkard gasped and bent over, wheezing. The earth pony casually strolled past her and, once the pegasus was out of the way, bucked her out of the bar and into the early evening light. A couple of ponies raced outside to make sure the drunk would be okay in this weather, but everypony else went back to however they were wasting time. Except for Bitterroot.