It sits down its rear end on one of the bar stools, while its front leans nonchalantly against the counter.
"Gimme a beer", it says in an excessively cool tone.
One of the hind legs kicks a front leg in the knee, almost making the front buckle and fall over.
"Two beers. And a 1.5 meters long straw".
The horse resumes it relaxed posture leaning against the counter, and begins to eye Concordia's exposed leg as she sits with her head bent over her Vodka.
When turns to return the horse's gaze, it lifts its eyes to meet hers, and reveals a row of crooked teeth with a grin, winking at her.
The horse's rear end starts shifting unconfortably on the bar stool.