Luna slowly levitated her cocktail to her lips and took a sip of her White Linen. Then she drifted it aside and placed her white satin, opera gloved arm over Skyfall's shoulder. Then she addressed the unwanted guest.

"It's apparent that you've either consumed too much spirits tonight, or your oblivious to simple, obvious visual cues. But this table has been reserved by the Crown. This is a private table, and you were not invited to join it. Now you've outstayed your welcome and you need leave. Immediately."

When the stranger started to speak Skyfall interrupted them. "Let me try explaining it to them your Highness. Three's a crowd! Push off mate!"

It was then that the newcomer noticed that the mare was discreetly holding a small semi-automatic pistol under the table and pointed at them. Slowly they back away and fade into the shadows of the club. Skyfall watch them leave and then groaned.

"After weeks of delays and setbacks. Then dealing with bomb wielding unicorns this afternoon I swore no other pony was going to interrupt our date tonight!"