Chapter Two: Vinyl's Date With Octavia
Lying in her bed, Octavia slowly opened her eyes. And then she immediately shut them as she realised that the sun was shining directly into her eyes. Slowly climbing out of bed, she cursed Celestia for raising the sun so early and preventing her from sleeping in longer. Octavia was normally an early riser, but today she felt like she could have spent half the day lying in bed.
Yawning, Octavia stretched her limbs, briefly standing on her hind legs to do so. As she fell back to four hooves, she noticed something she hadn’t before – she had a slight headache. Oh my, what did Vinyl and I get up to last night? she wondered, smirking nevertheless. Octavia headed out of her room and to the kitchen, where she found Vinyl eating breakfast.
Creeping up behind Vinyl as quietly as she could, Octavia wrapped her hooves around Vinyl and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “Good morning, Vinyl,” she said, giving Vinyl a quick hug before going over to the bench to make her own breakfast.
“Oh, hey Octavia!” said Vinyl, slightly startled by Octavia. “I wasn’t expecting to see you up this early.”
“Why should I stay in bed when I can spend the day with you?” Octavia said, pouring milk into her bowl of muesli.
“Heh, good question,” Vinyl replied. After a brief pause, she asked, “So…how are you feeling?”
“After last night? My head aches somewhat and I am rather hungry, but other than that I am feeling excellent,” Octavia replied as she sat down at the table. “Let me guess – last night you convinced me to have a few alcoholic drinks, leading to my intoxication and subsequent minor case of amnesia?” The smile on her face indicated that she wasn’t annoyed about it; she was just curious about how the date went.
“Uh…sorta,” said Vinyl. “What do you remember of last night?” She smiled a little as she recalled Octavia attacking Neon.
“I remember you convincing me to go to a nightclub where it was incredibly loud,” Octavia said. “You still haven’t changed my opinion on them, by the way. Other than that, all that I can recall is making out with a very cute and sexy DJ.”
Although her smile grew into a grin, anypony who knew Vinyl well enough would have noticed that she was blushing slightly. “Well, that all happened – especially the bit about the sexy DJ,” she said. “But, well…you’ve obviously forgotten one thing…” Vinyl’s eyes shifted slightly and she avoided Octavia’s gaze.
“Yes? What else happened?” Octavia asked. “Don’t tell me that I threw up on you or something horribly embarrassing like that…”
“Weeeellll…” Vinyl said awkwardly, rubbing a hoof against the back of her head, “I reckon you might find it kinda embarrassing I guess?” Her smile was a bit more forced now.
“And?” Octavia said, unfazed. “What was it?”
“…You sure you want to know what it was?”
“Of course I do! From what I can recall our date was rather enjoyable, and so I feel I should be able to recall every aspect of it,” Octavia said as she finished her breakfast. Receiving only silence from Vinyl, she added, “Come on now, out with it!”
“You – well, you sorta beat up a DJ,” said Vinyl reluctantly. “And were kicked out of the club for it.”
“I did what now?” Octavia asked. She sounded amused rather than annoyed or embarrassed as Vinyl had expected.
“So – there was this guy, Neon Lights, right? He’s a bit of a dick; always hitting on me and the other mares at clubs. Pretty arrogant guy, y’know? So last night-”
“- he started hitting on you, and I was drunk and so I attacked him?” Octavia finished, a smirk on her face. “I see nothing wrong with that – sounds like I did everypony a favour.”
“Well, you didn’t exactly attack him at first,” Vinyl said, her casual demeanour returned now that she knew Octavia was fine with the assault she had carried out. In response to Vinyl, Octavia raised an eyebrow, prompting Vinyl to continue. “Before the fight, you two… well, you two sorta had a – how to describe it? A – a pun battle?”
Octavia had been smirking all throughout Vinyl’s summary, but at this her calm expression broke down as she burst out laughing. “I – I did what?!” she got out in-between laughs. “What in Equestria is – why did I do that?!”
“I dunno, but it was pretty hilarious to watch,” Vinyl said, chuckling a little herself. “It sure was funny to watch Neon lose his shit like that.”
“It sounds like it was a good time last night,” Octavia said as her laughing subsided. After a moment of silence, she added, “And speaking of our dates… did you have any plans for tonight?”
“…No,” said Vinyl, grimacing. Octavia noticed it.
“Are you still upset that I wish to take us to a restaurant?” she asked.
“I’m not, like, upset, it’s just…” Vinyl’s voice trailed off before she grimaced again. “I mean, come on, a restaurant? That’s soooo boring!”
“You never know, you might have fun. I did last night,” Octavia pointed out. “Apparently.”
Vinyl rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Look, I’ll come to the restaurant – obviously, since you’ll be there – but don’t be surprised when I end up bored by the whole thing. Imma go lie on the couch for a few hours and listen to music – if I’m still there when you want to get going, just come nudge me or whatever.” The unicorn got up from her seat as she spoke.
“Oh, I’m sure I shall end up doing much more than just nudging you,” Octavia said flirtingly, also getting out of her seat. “I shall be in my room practicing the cello – if you need me for anything, just knock and come in.”
“Right, sounds like a plan,” Vinyl said. Octavia stepped around the table and after a moment of hesitation, gave her a small kiss on the cheek. Not expecting this, Vinyl found herself blushing once more in addition to accidentally letting out a small giggle of joy. Octavia likes me, and she wants to go out again tonight!
“Okay then, so I guess I shall, um, see you later,” Octavia said, avoiding Vinyl’s gaze. She too was blushing.
“Yeah, I’m sure we’ll, y’know, end up talking to each other at some point today, so…yeah,” confirmed Vinyl. “I mean, we just had breakfast – we’ll like, have lunch together or something, yes?”
“Vinyl, we live in the same house,” said Octavia, who was suddenly feeling very giggly and happy. “Who in Equestria schedules a lunch with the pony they live with?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Right.” Vinyl was now feeling embarrassed, but seeing Octavia laugh at her foalish suggestion somehow made her feel like it was worth being embarrassed for that. “Sorry.”
Octavia shook her head and gave out a small laugh. “You’re such a silly pony,” she said, looking into Vinyl’s eyes. For a moment, Vinyl was expecting her to lean in for a proper kiss, but instead Octavia bumped her nose with a hoof. “Talk to you later,” Octavia said, walking off with a smile on her face.
It hadn’t really hit Vinyl yet, but she really was a very lucky pony.
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“Vinyl! Are you ready yet?” Octavia called out. “Purse, purse…” she muttered to herself as she cantered through the house. She was in a rush to finish being ready for the date so that she and Vinyl could leave.
“Been ready for ages, babe,” said Vinyl Scratch, who was lying back on the couch with a massive grin on her face.
“Ah, there it is!” Octavia said as she spotted her purse. She put it away and headed to the lounge room. “So does that mean you’re ready to lea- Vinyl. You call that ready?”
“You mean I’m not ready?” With the exception of a cheap blue tie she had thrown on, Vinyl was, as ponies normally are, naked. By comparison, Octavia had thrown on earrings, a new bowtie, and a black dress.
“You’re not ready for the restaurant I booked, that is certain,” Octavia commented. “Could you please at least put on a shirt or something similar?”
“I liked you better when you were kissing me,” Vinyl muttered to herself as she reluctantly rolled off the couch.
“What was that?”
“I said I’m looking forwards to tonight,” Vinyl said, flashing her biggest grin. After a few minutes, she had put on a plain white business shirt which she somehow had lying around; albeit a slightly dirty one. “We good to go, Octavia?”
“Yes, I think I’ve got everything,” said Octavia. The two left the house and after a few minutes of travel, they had arrived at the restaurant Octavia had picked out for their date. As they stood in line waiting to be shown to a table, Octavia couldn’t help but feel giddy. She was on a romantic date! With Vinyl!
It wasn’t long before the two were led to a table by a waiter and given menus. “See? This isn’t so bad, is it, Vinyl?” asked Octavia.
“We only just got here,” pointed out Vinyl.
Ignoring the unicorn, Octavia started reading the menu. “Ooh, it looks as though there are lots of good-looking meals here!” she commented. “Maybe I should order a Daisy and Daffodil Salad… but the Hay and Grass Wrap also looks rather tasty… Oh, but they have spring rolls…” Noticing that Vinyl was also reading a menu, Octavia asked, “Any idea what you’ll order?”
“Yep,” said Vinyl, putting down the menu and grinning. “Chips!”
“…In a five-star restaurant?”
“Well, yeah. I did mention that crappy overpriced expensive food which doesn’t even taste that good as one of the stupid things about restaurants like this, right?”
Although it would have been easy for Octavia to be annoyed at Vinyl, she chose instead not to spoil the unicorn’s evening. “A decent enough choice, I suppose,” she said. “Hmm… I think I’ll settle for the Daisy and Daffodil Salad.”
“So…nice place, is it not?” Octavia asked after the two ponies had ordered.
“It’s okay, I guess,” Vinyl said, a small expression of distaste on her face. “I mean, did you see how expensive those damn chips were?”
“No, how much were they?”
“Twenty bits.”
Unable to find a decent rebuttal for this, Octavia simply grimaced. “Well, let us hope that they are of decent quality then.”
Silence fell between the two mares. Vinyl found herself playing with a knife idly. Octavia was sitting politely at the table, trying not to lose her composure. How come it is that I can speak to Vinyl so easily at home, yet now that we’re on a date – the date I wanted, no less – I find it impossible to find something to speak about? She glanced at Vinyl, still fiddling with the knife. She looks very bored – she must hate me right now.
-and then I’d be all like, “Buck you! Octavia’s mine!” Vinyl thought, giving the knife a small swing at an invisible enemy. And we’d totally get away with the maharajah’s fortune, and spend the rest of our lives making music and making out. She looked up to Octavia, who was staring off into the distance, lost in thought. Man, Octavia’s so amazing. I really shouldn’t have complained about this place – I dragged her out to that nightclub last night, and she didn’t put up nearly as much fuss about it as I did. If this place wasn’t so high class, I’d totally just lean across the table right now and –
“What’s on your mind?” Octavia asked, noticing the unicorn staring at her with a dreamy smile on her face.
“Just thinkin’ about chips,” Vinyl said smoothly. “Man do I love chips; can’t wait ‘til they arrive!”
“Speak of the devil,” said Octavia, pointing to a waiter headed their way.
“Aww yiss, motherbucking chips!” Vinyl exclaimed, rubbing her hooves in anticipation as the bowl was set before her. Octavia’s salad was similarly placed before her. “You realise that you could have gotten like, half the ingredients in that in a meadow, yeah?” Vinyl asked. “For, y’know, free.”
“Whilst I’m not denying that that is true, I think that you’ll find that a restaurant such as this one creates their salads with a quality far above that of the average pony, thus giving it a refined taste and superiority which fully justifies its price,” Octavia said matter-of-factly. Vinyl raised an eyebrow.
“You do know why everypony thinks you’re classier than you are, right?”
“Oh, whatever,” said Octavia, grinning as she stuck a fork into the salad. “Just hurry up and eat your terrible meal.”
“Right after I get some salt,” said Vinyl, getting out of her seat going off to find a salt shaker. Octavia patiently waited for Vinyl, not wanting to start her meal whilst the unicorn was gone. After a few minutes, Vinyl was back. “Right, now let’s dig in!” said Vinyl as she sprinkled copious amounts of salt over her bowl of chips. A moment later, she said, “Wow! These are really good chips! How’s your salad?”
“It’s…edible,” said Octavia hesitantly after a rather loud swallow.
“So… not ‘a quality far above that of everypony’, or whatever you said?” Vinyl asked. She sounded more concerned than teasing.
“It’s not bad, just…I’ve had better,” said Octavia, taking another bite. Vinyl noticed a small shudder as she swallowed this time.
“Here, give me a try,” she said. Without waiting for an answer, the unicorn levitated her fork across the table and impaled some of the salad onto it. When Vinyl placed it in her mouth, it was all she could do not to gag. In spite of how fresh the salad looked, everything tasted stale and dry. Leaves which should have been crunchy were surprisingly mushy, and Vinyl couldn’t find any of the promised daffodils in the bowl. “You call this not bad?!” she asked incredulously. “This salad is a piece of crap!”
“Okay, you are correct – the salad is far from ideal – but what am I to do about it?” Octavia shrugged. “It looks as though this is the standard of the salad in this restaurant and –”
“I thought you said that this was a five-star restaurant?” interrupted Vinyl, eating another chip as she spoke.
“The name of the restaurant is Chez Five Stars,” Octavia said. “I naturally assumed it was. Anyway, as I was saying, I did pay for this meal – or at least I will once we have finished eating – and so I will take what I get.”
Vinyl had been grinning mysteriously from when Octavia mentioned paying for the meal, but her grin grew larger as Octavia finished. “You take what you get, huh?” she repeated.
“…What are you planning, Vinyl?” Octavia asked suspiciously.
“Well, I was just thinking –” Vinyl’s horn glowed as she surrounded both her and Octavia’s meals with her telekinetic field “- that if somepony were to give you their meal, then you’d have to eat it, rather than this crappy salad, yes?” She swapped the bowls around with her magic, looking quite pleased with herself when she was done.
“Don’t be an idiot, Vinyl,” said Octavia. “I made my choice, and I shall stick to it.”
“Look, we both know you’re too stubborn to complain about the salad, so just eat my meal instead, Octavia.” Vinyl’s voice was dead serious as she spoke. “Seriously, just try a chip.”
“…Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Octavia asked, her will starting to crack.
“Hell yeah. The number of times I had to eat out of bins on the street before I started getting gigs…this is like a nostalgia trip for me!”
Octavia had been about to eat a chip, but stopped as Vinyl spoke. “You used to live on the street?” she asked, concerned.
“Of course I didn’t!” Vinyl said. “I’m just trying to get you to eat the damn chips!”
“If you insist.” Octavia sighed before eating the chip she had on her fork. Just as Vinyl had said, it was delicious.
“So, you reckon you’d come here again?” Vinyl asked as she finished off the salad a few minutes later. She had eaten it as quickly as she could whilst still remaining polite so as to get the deed over and done with.
“Well, that salad certainly wasn’t what I was expecting, but these chips are marvellous,” Octavia said. “I take back what I said about this being a terrible meal.”
“Knew you’d end up saying that – Vinyl Scratch always knows what’s best on the menu,” Vinyl said, grinning. “Well, not really, but I know that chips are damn amazing and they should never be passed up.”
“If you insist,” said Octavia, smiling. “But regardless, this place has not been very bad so far, has it?”
“Nah, not really, although I totally called it on the food being overpriced and not that awesome.” Vinyl considered something before continuing. “Well, the chips were nearly worth the money.”
“I can attest to that.” For the next few minutes the two mares returned to silence; Octavia continuing to eat her chips whilst Vinyl was happy to simply lean back in her chair and watch Octavia.
“Hmm… I am feeling rather full, Vinyl,” said Octavia a few minutes later. “Would you like to eat the last of my chips?”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Vinyl replied, grabbing the food with her magic and levitating it to her mouth. “What?” she asked as Octavia stared at her.
“You just ate the last of my chips,” she stated simply.
“Yeah, and? You offered them to me.”
“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to actually take them!” Octavia said. “You were supposed to – oh, I don’t know – insist on my eating them in a show of selflessness?”
“…Why did you want my permission to eat the chips which I gave – sorry, sacrificed to you?” Vinyl questioned.
“I don’t know, it just felt like the right thing to say!”
“…Our dates are really weird,” said Vinyl.
“That they are, Vinyl. Well, since we’ve both finished, shall I go and pay the bill?” Octavia asked, half-getting out of her seat as she spoke.
“You don’t want any dessert?” Vinyl queried, pointing a hoof to a small menu on the table which the two ponies had been disregarding.
“Well, it certainly would not hurt.” Octavia got back into her seat. “What is available?”
“Hmm, let’s see…” Vinyl levitated the menu and started reading through the options presented. “Crap, crap, overpriced, looks nice but will taste like crap… ooh, that looks cool!”
“Yes?” Octavia asked, her curiosity raised. “What was that last one?”
“Sticky date pudding with ice-cream. The ice-cream has dates in it too!”
“That doesn’t sound bad, but what is it about this one that makes it - wait…”
“Cos you see, I was thinking we-”
“Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Vinyl Scratch!”
“-could have multiple dates, y’know?” Vinyl leant back in her chair and grinned at Octavia. In response, the grey Earth pony facehoofed.
“I’m starting to think that the nightclub was the better date,” she muttered. Unfortunately for her, Vinyl heard her.
“How does that work? You can’t fit a nightclub into an ice-cream!” she said, grinning even more. A glare from Octavia wiped it from her face. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop with the date jokes.” Vinyl’s voice trailed off as she continued to speak. “Gee, didn’t see me bitching when you were punning with that jerk Neon…”
“Anyway,” Octavia said, trying to make the conversation slightly more normal, “shall I go and pay the bill?”
“You can try,” said Vinyl, her grin plastered onto her face once more.
“…What do you mean by that, Vinyl? I already told you earlier today, we are not robbing this restaurant. And besides, it wouldn’t even be that wacky, as far as our regular adventures go.”
“Nah, that’s not what I was getting at,” Vinyl said, serious now. “The whole robbing thing was just a joke. No, what I meant was that I’ve already paid the bill.”
“You – what?” Octavia was surprised by this, although in the back of her mind she recognised the generous gesture Vinyl had made. “When did you do that?”
“When I went to get the salt shaker for the chips,” said Vinyl simply.
“But – this is what I suggested for the date! I should be paying!” Octavia wasn’t annoyed; it was mostly surprise at this point.
“Well, too bad for you,” Vinyl said, a smile slowly appearing. “I think you’re damn awesome Octavia, so I’m shouting you dinner. Protest all you like, but you can’t stop me when I’m this damn smitt- I mean, when I’m with someone as awesome as you!” Why do my cheeks feel kinda warm? wondered Vinyl.
Octavia stared at Vinyl for a few seconds, still stunned. She really is amazing. I am very lucky for having found somepony as wonderful as her. “W-well, Vinyl, do not think for a moment that I do not appreciate the gesture – or your feelings,” Octavia said. “As you have paid for both of our meals, would you like me to take you out to a bar, or something similar? The night is still young, and we may as well endeavour to make it last as long as last night did.”
“What, you wish this date was only fifteen minutes long?” Vinyl asked, laughing a little. Octavia winced.
“Is that how long it took for me to be thrown out of the nightclub?” she asked. “Oh Vinyl, I am so sorr-”
“Don’t be,” interrupted Vinyl, still smiling. “We ended up making out a lot, both outside the club and at home. So it all balanced out, more or less!”
Octavia laughed a little at this. “If you insist,” she said. “Shall we head back home then, since our business here is concluded?”
“Spiffing idea, old bean,” said Vinyl, doing her best impression of Octavia. The two mares chuckled as they got out of their seats, and then headed out of the restaurant. Since it would obviously be awkward for the two to hold hooves as they headed home, they didn’t, but every now and then the tail of one would brush the other.
Once the two ponies were back inside their house, they found themselves drawn to Vinyl’s favourite couch, which they lay together on for several minutes before succumbing to more base instincts and kissing each other.
“Thank you for being so wonderful tonight,” whispered Octavia during a brief break. “Taking away my horrible dinner, paying for everything, not complaining even though you didn’t want to be there… if I didn’t know better, I could swear that you were taking me out on a date, not the other way around.”
“Hey, no problem, Octavia. You should know by now I’m crazy about you.” Although Vinyl spoke in her usual casual tone, it was obvious that she was being completely sincere. Octavia said nothing, but adjusted her position slightly and snuggled herself into Vinyl’s chest. After a few more moments of silence, Vinyl spoke again. “So…would you call this thing a success? Our two dates?” She felt Octavia nod. “So…what now?”
“Well…” Octavia said slowly, thinking it over, “we could make this a regular thing – one of us takes the other out on a date somewhere. Alternatively…” Her voice trailed off, the suggestion obvious. Nevertheless, Vinyl followed through on her prompt.
“Alternatively, we start, like, dating for real, yeah? We can be each other’s’ marefriends.”
“Yes, that is the alternative,” confirmed Octavia. After a moment of silence, she said, “I think I prefer the second option.”
“Me too,” said Vinyl simply. The two ponies didn’t say anything, but instead just cuddled for a few minutes, both happy in knowing that they were now in a relationship with somepony who cared about them.
“Wait a moment…” said Octavia, pulling away from Vinyl slightly, “what is that noise? Is it… more ninjas?”
One of Vinyl’s ears moved slightly as she listened out into the darkness. “Oh, crap,” she said, “I think I must have left my music on before we headed out to the restaurant. It’s been playing all this time! Want me to go turn it off?”
“…No,” said Octavia. “I am happy with you simply being here with me. Let’s just – this is our time. Let us not ruin it.”
“You sure you don’t want me to turn it off?”
“No, I have no problems with it playing.” Octavia’s expression became slightly sheepish as she added, “After all…this is now our song.”
Although Vinyl smiled back at her new marefriend, happy with how the events of the past two days had turned out, she couldn’t help but have a new, worrying thought:
Everypony Was Kung Fu Fighting is our song?
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Very very nice. Here's a nice fic. A very nice fic indeed.
Only...
>5-star restaurant
>No salt on the table
>One has to go somewhere to pay the bill
Yeah... 5-star... Suuuure...
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I flat-out said that Octavia just assumed that it was a 5-star restaurant by the name. The implication I was trying to get at is that it was a terrible restaurant but the owners or whatever purposely made it look fancier than it was to attract more customers and charge for expensive food.
Now quit picking holes in my story, dammit
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I know. This is what my sarcasm was aimed at. Sorry.
This was great! I can't wait for the next story! Keep up the good work, because I'll be waiting...
Great fic I'm loving the series but my like button doesn't seem to be working any its great I love how they're finally together after all these stories :D and the fact that its octascratch. (My favorite...well actually pretty much the only shipping I read on the site) just puts it over the top for me great job look forward to more :P
Hahaha okay, how you managed to write this chapter as long as it is, is awesome xD
Nice save by Vinyl right there.
Also, this was one of the punniest stories I've ever read.
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They moved in in-between Vinyl and Octavia Machete Their Way Through the Jungle and Vinyl and Octavia Get Incredibly Drunk. Presumably Vinyl nagged Octavia until she agreed to.
Everypony Was Kung Fu Fighting is our song?
I think that last line kinda sets the tone for their relationship doesn't it? Well at least Vinyl can honestly say she'll never be bored right?
Multiple dates,you mad punster you"neverypony was Kung Fu Afighting is their song huh?Nice.
The wonderful feeling of blooming love, captured in a fantastic way <3
What can I say?
Loved the series so far.
Love it even more with each chapter.
Pretty certain I will die due to those two just beeing too cute together.
Very certain that it's worth it xD
Long spam short: Thanks again <3
Just started reading... Already laughing hard.
You nailed the character s ^^
Loved this take on octascratch since V&OMTWTTJ , also the scene with Bass Drop and Octavious was spot on