Andromeda, for the first time in what seemed like forever, was finally allowing herself to go on a little vacation. Summer was here and as hot as ever, meaning there were no eager students to teach and no more boring papers to mark. What a glorious thing! Freedom at it's very finest. She spent her entire day perusing different shops and restaurants, getting a glimpse of the outside life that she was apparently missing out on. It didn't bother her too much, but it was definitely apparent that she was missing out on some pretty great things, but Andromeda appreciated the fact that she got to experience such things nonetheless.
After a hot day spent doing nothing but walking, the sun was finally starting to set. Before no time the early shops were closing and those glorious stars dotted the evening sky, twinkling in their admirable brilliance though so far away through a dim light that drained slowly. The mare sighed, content. Night was certainly the best, though her opinion was obviously quite biased. Though tired from such a long day spent enjoying the hot sun, Andromeda was still interested in making the most out of her vacation. With a steady trot the mare made her way down the street, her eyes scanning for a place to chillax for a bit before she made her way back to her hotel room. Perhaps she'd get herself something to drink and munch on, and maybe even strike up a conversation or two. She didn't quite know what her exact plans would be. She had no way of knowing if there was even anywhere that was open. Surely there was. This was Manehatten, after all.
After only a short while of searching, Andromeda found that her assumptions were luckily correct! With lights on, a mutter of different ponies faint through the door, and a wondrous piano melody seemingly calling her name, she found herself the perfect place to settle down for a bit. Keeping to herself, she swiftly made her way to a bar stool, seating herself so elegantly upon it, her tail taking up the full length of the seat. If you were to look fast, perhaps be even a tad intoxicated, you'd assume she was holding herself up with that tail of hers. The mare crossed her forehooves on her lap, waiting patiently, taking her sweet time examining the cozy establishment as she waited for the friendly working pony to finish up whatever conversation he was having. She wasn't an impatient pony and that allowed her to take some time to really admire the atmosphere inside this homely tavern. Nowhere to be seen were there any younger, mischievous ponies who had a few too many. There was no trouble here, and everypony, without even truly knowing them, seemed welcoming and warm. Her surroundings gave Andromeda a warm, butterfly-esque feeling in her gut.