Blackwing sat statue still, staring at his friend with nearly lifeless eyes. Every fiber of his being told him to deck Silver right in the face, but he just couldent do it. He pressed his wing against his side, feeling the vial. "If only things were that simple, you have NO room to pass judgment on things you know nothing about." He said calmly. Blackwing looked back at Blinkie, and he felt a little better. "Ya know what? She's a fantastic mare, and we came out to have some fun." Blackwing waved the bartender over, calling for vodka and shot glasses. "So lets have some fun, shall we? Or are you too scared that little bitchey Blackwing might beat you?"