Nightshade noticed the slip and, remembering what Raven had told her earlier, quickly realized that the girl was likely either orphaned or estranged from her mother. She glared at Asmo. "Be. Nice."
"But then I'd be forced to kill you for real. Wouldn't want ponies to think I tried and failed. I do have a reputation to uphold."
How about we all calm down? (Concentrates) *the aroma of whatever calms each pony starts to slowly spread around the bar*
"Touche. I suppose I'll have to let you live... for now" (@Lord Architect - They're not actually arguing. It's just banter.)
Asmo sniffed. "What smells like blood? Hey old guy, you know we're just *squee!*ing on each other, right?"
Nightshade initially enjoyed the sudden scent of a high mountain lake, but quickly realized what was happening when Asmo mentioned smelling blood. "Psycho-contextualized spellcasting. That's some pretty advanced stuff, old horse."
Blackout heard, and nodded. "I'll check in the back." A few minutes later, he returned with a silver goblet full of blood. "Your drink."
"Fun, my friend," said Asmo. "It was all in good fun. Fun is healthy." "Gotta agree with tentacle monster on that one," Raven spoke up.
Still, there isn't a point. Eventually it isn't for fun or even if somepony thinks it is for fun, another may take offense.