"Of course," Blackout said and brought her the drink. "One for me too," said Nightshade. "Get it yourself. Your legs aren't broken."
"You're a little young for me, sweetie," Nightshade said kindly. "Besides, if all goes well, after tonight you'll have other things to focus on." Blackout shrugged. "No worries. Most ponies aren't as comfortable with violence as she is."
(Chuckles quietly) Raven, I have a feeling that Nightshade is one of the oldest three in this bar, am I correct?
Nightshade sighed. "I haven't exactly had good luck with dating. It's not something I really bother with anymore, not since..." She shook her head. "Look, can we please talk about this later?"
"You can tell me. I'm not here to hate, girl. Just drink, play, and maybe find a little love." Asmo coughed. "Sappy."
"We'll talk about this LATER!" Nightshade flared her wings and shot out of the bar like a bullet. Blackout watched her leave and shook his head sadly. "Her last marefriend died. I don't know what happened. Nopony does. She refuses to talk about it."
"You couldn't have," Blackout said gently. "And she wasn't lying, she'll talk with you about it later. Maybe even after the show, but I'm guessing you be pretty busy then." He looked at the young mare meaningfully. "Shady is my friend. She'll be honest with you, so I expect you to do the same for her."
"I don't have jack going on afterwards." Raven tilted her head. "That last sentence. There's some kinda meaning behind it."
"There was," Blackout acknowledged. "To be blunt, I think the abomination is right. I think your ID is fake."
If he's talking to me. I have tricks up my sleeve, which that statement's validity is one such trick.