Shane watched Twilight disappear through the crowd toward the bar. “My sister liked Zinfandels…” he commented quietly. Turning back toward the table pouring himself another large drink. “She’d put ICE CUBES in them…” He shook his head disapprovingly as he swallowed the rest of his drink. He pushed Cadance’s glass a little closer to her with his free hand to indicate his desire for the pink alicorn to indulge in the festivities, of which, she had thus far abstained.