Pony didn't know how he'd ended up there, he hadn't been working there for a bit. They had plenty of help so he'd gone off to figure out what to do with himself. It was good to be alone and clear his head with thoughts about the future. Unfortunately, he had no answers. The crumpled letter in his hand had certainly not helped. It was a good thing he'd been recognized as had been working there for a short bit so they let him in despite the hour.

He hadn't even noticed who was there when he came in and slumped at a seat. "I know it's after hours, please.. just give me something to drink. Anything." He nearly begged the guy at the bar before slumping forward and resting his head on the bar, burying his face in his arm. The red haired man was so conflicted between being furious and wanting to wail at losing the only family he had left.