How To Start A Bar Fight: For Dummies

(AU where Wyatt is doing the Single Pringle) There's nothing worse than feeling unneeded or unwanted. Than feeling unwelcome. And in Equestria, that was how Wyatt felt. Twilight may have helped, teaching him to survive in a more mundane world than he was used to, but it still left a hole. A hole he hadn't found a replacement to fill. It showed in his body language, his manner of speaking, his attitude. Wyatt was currently in some pub in Canterlot, a pint in his hand as he sat in a booth, already several pints in by the looks of it. "To dying alone!" he exclaimed, toasting with himself it seems. "Seems to be all I'm fuckin' good for in the land of happiness and sunshine." Wyatt swung his hand in a wide gesture, some of his pint spilling along with it. "Drinking in some pub because I have nothing else to do on my off days." he scoffed and shook his head disdainfully. "Surrounded by fuckin' civvies and happy-go-lucky quadrupedal living happy pills..." he grumbled to himself. "Bloody... Ponies and their fucking fairy attitude." Wyatt said, slamming his head into the table he was sat at. Two ponies apparently didn't take kindly to his comment and sat either side of him at that booth, looking as menacing as two ponies can. Wyatt looked up and noticed them, groaning and putting his head back down. "Ass-kicking hours are between 6am and 8pm, if you'd like to make an appointment, please could you come back then?" came the muffled response as he just wasn't in the mood right now. The two ponies stayed where they were and Wyatt looked back up and sighed. "I'll warn you, the two of you are going to end up in comas if you want to pursue this." he told them, sitting up lazily now. He downed the rest of his pint, and as the stallion to his left pulled a knife. "Have it your way." Wyatt glassed him right in the face, blinding him in one eye. Wyatt then grabbed his mane and slammed his head into the table, hard enough that the stallion stopped making sound and blood began to pool where his head was now resting. Wyatt grabbed the second pony, a mare who had a mace, by her mane and tail, lifting her up, moving aside as her mace hit where he was a second ago. She kicked her hooves uselessly in the air and yelled frantically. He then threw her across the entire room and right out the opposite window, that went down a steep incline. He knew exactly where he was aiming it seems. All this and his expression never shifted from mild disinterest in the situation. He walked over to the bar and left a bag of bits. "For the drinks and the damage." Wyatt spoke and walked out of the bar, not saying anything else as he left the bar and walked out into Canterlot...