Gilina nodded and within seconds, a full tumbler was sitting in front of her. It was funny; Bitterroot could go to some of the most upscale bars in Canterlot, places that spent more on the flooring than she made in a year, ask for “a beer”, and get a verbal essay on the Importance of Choosing the Proper Beer, so wouldn’t you like to be more specific? (No, she didn’t, she just wanted some sunblasted alcohol, you stupid-) But here, outside Equestria, in a ramshackle building that barely qualified as a bar, she could ask for “a beer” and get a fitting drink in a moment, no questions asked, in spite of the decent selection of different beers. And it’d taste halfway good, to boot. Bitterroot took a sip and nodded her thanks to Gilina. It was all there was time for before Gilina had to move on to the next customer. The Sinopia Stein was busy that night and there was no time to talk.