Your eyes open slowly as you hear Vinyl saying your name quietly
"Yo, Anon, wake up dude."
You grumble at her to leave you be.
"Anonymous, wake up." She says in a normal volume.
"Fuck off."
"WAKE THE HELL UP AND PULL UP YOUR PANTS!" Vinyl shouts out at your face.
"Jesus Christ, calm your tits," you begin to rub the sleep out of your eyes", what's the big deal? You've seen me in my undies before."
"But I doubt Octavia has."
You panic, forgetting that they had been fucking in the back bedroom. "Oh, is she coming over soon?" Even though you and Vinyl were very close, you could still lie to her.
"Umm, yeah, really soon so you go make yourself look presentable." She, however, couldn't lie to begin with.
"Okay, I'll pop out of the cake in a bikini, you give her the lap dance."
"Shut up and get dressed."
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You finished combing your hair back as you heard Octavia's voice whisper "That was the plan! You could have said anything else. You know I hate lying to him, I want me and him to be friends."
That last word. Friends. Not even close to what you want to be to her.
You walk out of your room with a frown upon your lips. "I'm going for a walk."
"Oh, Anonymous, I didn't know you were here." Octavia looks up at you with a little frown.
"Neither of you can lie." You tell her off. Vinyl looks at.you as you go to the door, picking up wallet and keys on the way to the door.
"Dude, what's up with you?" Vinyl asks you right before you slam the door.
All you can muster up is: "Fuck off, DJ."
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The door to Berry's Pub opens as you apply pressure on it. The only ponies inside were Berry herself and a brown coated stallion in the back.
"Hey Anon, you look like shit, you okay?"
"No, give me 2 shots of whiskey and a tall glass of beer."
"Mare problems?" She asks as she fills the glasses with the liquor that you asked for.
"You have no idea. I've been trying to tell her then suddenly my roomie says' Fuck[
you, I want some ass, dibs. ."
"Here, it's on the house, sounds like you need some good fortune today."
"Thanks Berry. What do you think I should," you knock down one of the shots "do?"
"Well," she knocks a shot of her own down, " write her a song. That's how Colgate got me. It wasn't a great song, but it was make with love."
"You are a genius! She loves music, a song is the perfect thing for her. Thanks again Berry, for the drinks." You slam the whole beer and take the other shot. " She's gonna be singing my name by Monday."
"No problem man, now you go tell that cellist how you feel about her!"
"Wait.... I never said I was talking about Octavia, how did you know?"
"I just do, the bartender knows all." Berry gave me that shit eating grin, she then downed another shot of whiskey.
"You drink too much, girl." You give her a disapproving finger wag.
"Fuck you, you never give me any scotch that you hide."
"Berry, go lie down. You're shifting into drunk."
"Okkkkay, but only if you flash me~." Berry often asked this of you, and you reply with no, but today, you wanted her to be as sober as possible. She never idmits that she has a problem, but you try and help her to cut back.
"Fine, if it'll make you go to sleep for a bit." You put your thumbs in you waist band and lower your pants as for her to see some of your manhood.
"Wooooooo, that's the good shit mannnnn!"
"I'll see you around Berry."
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You walk into a small pawn shop that went by the name "The Grab Bag". It had many things to buy and you can pawn anything that isn't illegal. You start to look at the instruments section, looking at several guitars.
"Anon, vhat are you lookin' for? A new gituar?"
"Hey Hard Shot, how's it hangin?"
"Good, are you looking or are cou buying?"
" I'm seeing if you still have... Here!" You pick up a Acoustic guitar, running your hand up and down the instrument. "How much?"
"143 Bits. 160 with a vorranty." He states simply. You pull out your wallet, fishing for the needed bits.
"Here you are, my good man"
"You are 2 bits short." You fish out 2 more bits, putting them on top of the pile.
"I'm glad you have this gutair still. I'll see you around, mate."
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You turn the key to your apartment. Nothing. It's just the sound of the heating that goes into your ears. With a small sigh, you sit down. The guitar sit across your lap. You dig under the table in front of you. A blue flooder finds its way to your hands. There is only one song inside. A song that you had never forget, because of the origins of it paper and music.
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