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// 02. Best Friends To The End, Better Off As Lovers And Not The Other Way Around 
// Story: Get The DJ! 
// by TLC 
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The sun shown through the cracked blinds of the apartment window, golden streaks marking the messy bedroom. Worn out glow sticks laid upon the floor, candy wrappers sat upon the nightstands and a  bodies laid wrapped in a bundle under the large blue blanket. One of the bodies began to shift and raise its head, her ears flickering as a all too familiar head ache came alive.

It was just another day for her. Though not all days began with a lovely view like hers did. She yawned with Discord's grin, reaching out and gently wrapping her hooves around the object of her late night desires, partially blocked by her electrifying blue mane in her vision. She licked and smacked her lips, she could still taste the poisons of the night before, and of a certain other familiar. Her mind brings her back to that moment, it sends shivers down her spine. She brought her muzzle closer and closer, and closer still! Just enough to pucker her lips and-

"What are you doing?"

Vinyl Scratch paused in her actions, mere inches from the soft, fluffy mounds she cradled like a mother held a foal. She looked up, her lips now curling into a smile from seeing the mare staring back at her with sleepy eyes. 

"Hehe," she giggled, "morning, Ly."

Lyra Heartstrings, slightly irritated from being woken up from such a gesture, raised an eye brow at the white unicorn. "Are you kissing my flank?" She asked. 

Quick on the draw, Vinyl sat up to faced the teal unicorn. "Nope, never, nu-uh. I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Ugh, if you wanted to have sex, you could have at least woken me up." Lyra sighed, lightly shoving her friend out of bed. "Now as your punishment, you have to get the coffee this time."

"Awww!" Vinyl groaned, burying her face into Lyra's blanket covered lap. "But I hate making the coffee!"

Lyra rolled her eyes and, laying her hooves on her friend;s head and ruffling her already matted mane. "Should have thought about that before you tried to play tonsil hockey with my flank! Now..." Her horn lit up and Vinyl soon found her self being levitated out of bed and dropped onto the floor, hitting the carpeted surface with a muffled groaned. "No milk, three lumps of sugar."

Vinyl shot a sleepy glare at Lyra as she made her way to the bedroom door. "Yeah, I'll give ya lumps alright..."

"Excuse me?!"

"Oh nothing!" Vinyl grinned, leaving the room. She trotted into the semi living and into the kitchen. She reached for the coffee maker which sat on the counter and hit on. 

Man, I don't even know how this works... She thought to her self, watching as the water slightly boiled in the maker. Isn't there supposed to be coffee in this thing or do I...

Vinyl looked around at the counter and spotted a plastic tin labeled coffee beans. Hmm... She used her magic to levitate the tin over to the coffee maker and poured them in. 

"No, no..." She stopped. When Lyra makes these at her job, they're crushed. She focused all her might and watched as the beans crumbled into to tiny flakes, and fell into the now steaming water. 

"And now I play the waiting game." Vinyl smiled, leaning onto the counter and staring at the coffee maker.

And she waited. And waited...

And waited.

"Ugh, waiting game sucks." Vinyl pouted. She decided to head back to the bedroom and found Lyra grabbing a towel. "Hey." She said, playfully.

Lyra turned around. "Oh, hey."

"Getting in the shower?" Vinyl asked, grinning seductively. "Ya know, we can save time and shower together."

Lyra rolled her eyes. "There really needs to be some barriers between us, Vinyl," she said, grabbing a bottle of shampoo from under the bathroom sink.

"What's that suppose to mean," Vinyl asked, "I can make barriers. It's an easy spell."

Lyra turned the faucets to the shower and looked back to the pouting unicorn. "No, I mean," She groaned, "ya know how we've been best friends since like, preschool?" 

"Yeah?" Vinyl replied.

"Yeah. And best friends can't just be sleeping together like this!" Lyra pointed out, extending her hooves to her sides. "It's fun, yeah, but we aren't even going out."

Vinyl grinned again, feeling the warm heat from the shower water. "But it's fun, isn't it?"

"You're not hearing me, Vy!" Lyra pressing a hoof to her fore head.

Vinyl pouted. "I don't get it, Lyra. Last night, you were all over me," she explained, leaning against the door frame, "now you're telling me we shouldn't do what we've been doing for months."

"I know, look," Lyra said, waving a hoof, "I understand that at parties and the club I get frisky, and I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry, I like ya frisky." Vinyl cooed, winking at the teal pony.

Lyra deadpanned. "You're impossible."

Vinyl grinned. "You're sexy."

"Get out." Lyra said, pushing Vinyl out of the bathroom and closing the door. Vinyl tried to open the door, but was shocked to find it locked.

"Since when was there a lock on this thing?" She said to herself, shrugging. "Whatever, can I at least have my toothbrush?"

The door opened a crack, a toothbrush flying out and clashing with her face.

Vinyl stood there, an un-amused glare casting on the door as the brush slid down her face.

"...ow."



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"Stop it."

"But you look so cute."

"No, I do not."

"Oh, don't be so prude and hold still."

The two agents the night before settled in The Hive motel. The motel ten blocks away from the club which their target, Hawthorne, would be attending that night. Their mission at that moment was easy, wait, rest, and prepare themselves for their mission.

Octavia held her cold stare looking into the eyes of her partner, applying grey lip stick to her already grey lips and smiling all the while, causing a pink hue to highlight Agent Melody's muzzle. She hated when Fleur got like this, complimenting her, teasing her with words like cute and prettying her up in such a way as this.

"I'll never understand your obsession with me and make-up." Octavia glared. "It's simply a waste of time."

Fleur stuck out her tongue. "Oh posh, you always say that. Now hush, Tavia dear. I am almost done..."

After a few more painful minutes with this droll activity dragged on, the two had finally finished getting ready and left their motel room. Octavia hated the busy streets of the city. Or any city for that matter, she had dealt with it her whole life. The constant breeze of cars rushing by, the inconsistent crowds of ponies blocking the sidewalks, the concrete buildings surrounding towering above her like giants and blocking out the sun at just about every angle.

It was not Canterlot, that she was sure of.

"Hey." She suddenly heard beside her. "Let's runaway."

Octavia raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"

"Let's go rogue." Fleur said, looking straight ahead as they walked. "We'll leave all of this behind. No more fights, shoot outs, dangerous situations and bad guys." She turned to her stunned partner. "Just you...and me."

Octavia stared at her partner in horror. "F-Fleur! You can't be serious!"

Fleur stopped, a building in the distant's window glaring the sun's rays washing over her form, so she stood before the grey mare positively glowing. "Why not? Think about it, Octavia. We could have anything we wanted with what we have already. And we have a normal life, a nice peaceful life..." She walked up to her partner looking her in the eye. "A life we could share with each other."

Octavia, shrinking beneath her partner and long-time friend's too friendly stare stared back. Soon she blinked away, shaking her head and walking past her. "No. Not funny."

Over her shoulder, Agent Melody heard Fleur faint giggles. "Oh! The look on your face was brilliant! Octavia, you simply are the cutest thing."

"I hate you sometimes." She said. "I honestly do."

To her surprise, she felt a set of lips peck her cheek. To which she squeaked and leaped away from her partner. "Quit it!"

Fleur stuck out her tongue. "Stingy~!"

"I'm not stingy, I just believe in personal space!"

"Stingy!"

"No I am not!"

"Stingy!"

"Ugh..." Octavia face hoofed, suppressing the approaching head ache. "Anyway, last night I was thinking if we're going to have to get into club and get Hawthorne undetected, I say we befriend a local or two, walk in incognito, and grab him."

Fleur nodded. "That's a good plan, but I don't think it'll be as easy as to as you said grab him."

"I know it won't," Octavia said flatly, "I imagine there will be some complications, possible chances of harm towards civilians."

"Which is indeed bad." 

"Quite."

Fleur pondered. "Hmm...we'll deal with Hawthorne when the time comes, until then I think you should go and scope out all of the exits and stake out the security."

Octavia nodded. "And what will you do?"

"I'm going for a coffee." Fleur said, with a smile. "Would you like your usual? What if I brought you a bagel as well?"

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Just get me my usual. I'll radio you in where I'm set up."

"Okay." And with that Fleur watched as Agent Melody crossed the street and further down the block towards the club, a smile smirk formed on her lips for a second before she continued down the street into the city... 




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"I'm serious, Vinyl."

"I'm full aware."

"No. Really."

"I know."

"Don't screw this up for me!"

"Oh for the love of wub..." Vinyl laid the openly offensive adult magazine she was reading on the counter and stared at Lyra, her eyes blocked by her signature violet lensed sunglasses. "Lyra, chill the buck out for a sec won't ya?"

Lyra shook her head, zooming by and loading all the coffee makers lined up behind her. The two were now at Coffee Bob's Cups, Lyra's place of work. It was a small coffee shop just down the street from Vinyl's apartment which gave Lyra a reason to stay with her friend more often. The sleeping together thing came around after one party two years back, but that's another story for another chapter.

"You don't understand! He's this amazing stallion, with the body of a pony Preek god! He orders a straight black coffee every day at noon and I bet he's out working all day and through half the night! I mean, his muscles are like thick pillows..." Lyra stared dreamily into space, holding her hooves to her chin.

"Um excuse me." Came a soft and elegant voice from behind Vinyl. Both mares turned and Vinyl nearly caught fire by the sight.

The mare had to be a model Vinyl assumed, and if she wasn't somepony is fired. Her pink mane shined under the florescent lights of the coffee shop, her dark regal eyes pierced through Vinyl's glasses and straight into her psyche. Her slender form was like magic, down her back and rolling over her flanks. And oh boy, was Vinyl under a spell when it came to them.

"Yes, may I help you?" Lyra asked politely. Vinyl still sat baffled by the mare beside her, disregarding the fact that she had the latest issue of Playcolt laid out in front of her.

"I would like a small mocha with whip cream and just a plain coffee black, please?" She said, her words coming out of her mouth as smooth as silk. "And if you wouldn't mind making it at a swift pace? I'd hate to keep my friend."

"Oh, sure. No prob, you came to the right place!" Lyra said with a smile, turning to leave for the mocha machine in the kitchen, and leaving the mysterious unicorn and a statue that was once Vinyl Scratch.

"Hey." Vinyl greeting the mare, leaning a hoof onto the counter and smirking. 

The mare turned to Vinyl, her mane falling over her shoulder and batting her eyelashes as she did so. "Um. Hello."

"You don't look like you're from around here." Vinyl said. 

"Oh, how right you are." The mare's false tone of amazement flew over the DJ's head, and suddenly found herself hoping for Lyra's quick return. 

"Hmm..." Vinyl began rubbing her chin. "You're one of those Canterlot ponies, aren't you?"

The mare sighed. "Yes, yes. I am from Canterlot, as you can tell from my elegant accent and such. Is there something that you want?"

Vinyl's flirtatious demeanor dropped like glass of a shelf and shattered. "U-Uh..."

The mare rolled her eyes, turning her gaze to the shop around them. She took out a small mirror from her saddle bags' pocket and stared at her reflection, dashing any sort opening for conversation with the obnoxious crazed blue mane unicorn. Vinyl took this as a chance to get the view of a life time.

Risking her life and nearly falling out off her stool, Vinyl gazed down the mare's cutie mark. She spotted three fleur de lis markings. "So, uh, what's your name?"

The mare turned back to Vinyl, but her gaze was still on her mirrored self. "Hmm..?"

Vinyl smiled sheepishly. "Just asking. Because I mean, it's not everyday you see a beautiful mare like you walk around."

At this, the mare couldn't help but smile. "Aw, that's sweet of you to say." She lifted an elegant hoof to the DJ, lifting her head slightly. "My name is Fleur De Lis, but you can call me Fleur." She gave a slight bow. "And you are...?"

"Vinyl," The DJ grinned, taking the hoof in her's and leaning her muzzle down so her lips hovered just before it, "Vinyl Scratch."

"Oh! Your eyes!" Fleur suddenly gasped, leaning in. The DJ's face turning a slight pink from the sudden move. "What a marvelous color! They're simply beautiful."

"Ah, well-uh-tha-thank you." Vinyl stuttered, frozen under Fleur's look.

"Hmm...say," Fleur began, "you wouldn't happen to know about the dance club at the center of town, would you?"

Vinyl rolled her eyes, blowing a raspberry and waving a hoof. "Please! Heard of? I'm the DJ there!"

A light bulb immediately went off in Fleur's mind. "Well...Me and my friend are attending that club tonight. If you aren't to busy performing...care to join us?"

Vinyl's heartbeat was was so loud in her ears, she thought she could hear orchestra of bass drums along with it. "Y-Y-yeah! I mean, sure. Totally!"

"Brilliant." Fleur smirked, half lidded. "Meet us at the front entrance. Let's say, around 8:00?"

From behind the counter, Lyra returned with two fresh cups of coffee levitating behind her in a golden aura. "Here you are! That'll be ten bits all together."

Fleur pulled out a small bag of bits and placed them on the counter, flipping her mane back. "Keep the change, dear." She grabbed the drinks in her own magic and turned to Vinyl. "I'll see you at the club, later?"

With a nod from the DJ, Fleur smiled and left the coffee shop. Lyra raised an eyebrow and turned to her blushing friend, who sat staring off towards the front door. "Vinyl, what was she talking about?"

"Hehe...score." Vinyl mumbled to herself, a goofy smile on her face. "If you must know..."