Rick Rolled by bahatumay
Vinyl tapped her hooves impatiently. She leaned in towards Octavia and whispered, "If that waiter doesn't come back in two minutes with my salad, I'm seriously going to not tip him."
Octavia sipped her glass tastefully and then set it down. "Vinyl, this isn't that kind of restaurant, nor is it that kind of gathering," she said. "Or did the fancy attire I had you put on not give that away?"
Vinyl rested her head against her forehooves on the table, much to Octavia's chagrin. "Yeah, but you actually pull the look off," she pointed out. "Me? I'm just wondering how much gel I'm going to have to wash out of my mane tonight."
"Stop," Octavia said firmly. "You look lovely. Now sit up."
Vinyl halfheartedly obeyed. She glanced up at the ceiling and grumbled. "Maybe if they played music ponies could dance to, there'd be ponies on the floor and I'd have something to do besides starving to death."
Octavia shook her head, bringing a hoof up to hide her smile. "I'm sure you'll survive," she said.
Vinyl narrowed her eyes. "Is that a fat joke?" she demanded.
"Vinyl, you're slimmer than I am," Octavia pointed out dryly. "But the fact remains that this is not that kind of party."
Vinyl dropped her napkin on the floor as she pushed her chair back. "Well, either way, I'm going to hit up the little fillies' room. Unless that's not this kind of party, either?"
Octavia snorted and rolled her eyes. "Oh, Vinyl, what am I to do with you?"
"Mount me?" Vinyl suggested.
"Just go," Octavia hissed.
Vinyl exaggeratedly rolled her eyes back and trotted away from the table, her borrowed pearl necklace bouncing with every step.
Octavia sighed and rearranged her silverware. Vinyl really was a good mare; but sometimes she didn't know how to sit still. Still, this was a good exercise for her. This was a low-key gathering, with many ponies she would not have met otherwise, and if she did manage to bungle something up (as she was wont to do), her reputation would not suffer too badly as a result.
As these thoughts roamed through her mind, something suddenly changed. It took Octavia a couple seconds to realize that the background music had stopped playing. But no sooner had she realized this than it started again; but this time, it was faster, catchier. Very out of place, really. Somepony was about to be fired.
Then the lyrics began. As soon as she heard the first phrase, her eyes widened, and then narrowed. "We're no strangers to lo- Vinyl!" She turned over and glared as Vinyl returned to the table with a noticeable spring in her step that certainly hadn't been there before.
"Yes?"
"You did this," Octavia growled, "didn't you?"
"What makes you so sure it was me?" Vinyl asked, tilting her head, blinking her eyes, and pouting slightly to look as innocent as possible.
"Oh, I really couldn't say," Octavia seethed. "Besides that smirk on your face, that is? You look like the cat that ate the canary."
Vinyl shuddered. "Eating birds is bleh," she said, sticking her tongue out in disgust. "You say the weirdest things, Octi."
Octavia closed her eyes and shook her head. "You are incorrigible," she said.
"Thanks!" Vinyl grinned.
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I didn't take it as one," Vinyl said, still grinning. She held out her hoof in invitation. "Come on," she invited. "This we can dance to."
Octavia looked behind her and realized that a few couples had indeed begun dancing. She sighed and placed her napkin neatly on the table. "Well, if we must," she said, a tiny smile playing at the edge of her lips.