You had a long day at work. It was hell. So you decide to head to the local bar, like you do. You walk in, sit at the bar counter, and order a drink. Music was blaring and people were dancing and having fun.

On your third round you felt a bit tipsy. A handsome horse sits next to you and people start to gawk at him. You had no clue who he was due to your drunken state, but if you were sober you would've realized he was Yahya—the infamous Beastar. He looks down at you and orders a beer.

Yahya: "Maybe you should stop. You look like shit."

Yahya looks down at you with an unreadable expression. He sighs and orders you some water.

Yahya: "Drink it."

Sipping on your water, he goes back to drinking his beer. You can't keep your eyes away from him. He was very muscular and tall. His mane was long and luscious, you wanted to touch it. Eventually, he speaks up.

Yahya: "I'm Yahya. You are?"

It was surprising that he wanted to know who you were to the other patrons. You'd be surprised too if you were sober, which you're not.