The sunshine rising over Ponyville poked a shaft of light between drawn curtains in a quiet room of one of the small towns' inns. As the questing beam of warm sunlight crept across the floor, dust motes dancing in its' glow, it slid onto the bed, and the form of a dark-grey coated pegasus, with red accents on his wings. Laid on his back, his legs were splayed upward at awkward angles, one rear leg twitching as he snored quietly with an open muzzle. As the sun crept onto his belly, he murmured and grinned dorkishly in his sleep half-saying words and chuckled softly as his face twitched, before finally he groaned and opened one bright green eye to the cosy glow of the room in Celestia's bright light. 
"Urrgghhh..." he rasped and smacked his lips, blinking owlishly. "That Apple family hard cider is good stuff," he muttered as he rolled onto his side and winced. "Though, next time, do not get into a drinking contest with a Mare [i]before[/i] you find out she's the expert". 
He slid onto his hooves and took a long drink from the cold water faucer above the basin in the corner of the room, remembering over the previous night. 
He'd flown into Ponyville late last night, ahead of a mapping mission over the Everfree Forest the next day (today, in other words). With a few bits in his purse he'd decided to enjoy his night after getting a bed, and had enjoyed the hospitality of the local tavern, and it's [i]delicious[/i] local cider. Stories had been swapped with the other barflies, many of them talking about Princess Twilight and her friends, or other characters around the town. He'd got chatting with a mare older than him, with berries as her cutie mark, and their enjoying the drinks together had ended in an impromptu contest, which she'd clearly won, judging by his fuzzy memories and the headache in his temples. 
He flicked his wings in a shrug - he'd had fun; and she'd been cute enough. It was worth it, in his book. 
Feeling his stomach rumble, the pegasus retrieved his customary goggles and scarf from the floor, before making the bed and donning his saddlebags. His duty was waiting out there; the forest was waiting to be explored. But first, breakfast!

He trotted out of the door a few minutes later, having paid the mare at the counter. The smells of baking drifted in the light breeze and he followed his nose, nodding to a few friendly faces on his way, as he headed for an open-air cafe at the other side of the town square. As he took a table, he nodded at a few other ponies with a grin and sparkle of mischief and excitement with his eye, before the waitress came to serve him next. She was polite, and he gave her the same courtesy, ordering with a smile. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but seeing another pegasus stallion enjoying a clover sandwich, he nodded for the same thing, and sat back to wait for his order, glancing up at the cornflower-blue skies and enjoying the bustle of the little town as it started its' day.