“Marvelous job today Octavia, do you need a ride to your apartment?” Octavia's conductor asked, he was a friend. “No it's alright. Only a few blocks away. I'll see you on Tuesday for the next practice.” the gray mare said. “Of course, have a safe trip home.” the Stallion said. “Got it.” Octavia said. She had her custom made Cello in it's case, strung to her back, as she left the music hall where she had just done a small concert. As she was walking home, about halfway to her Apartment she decided to take a different road, cutting through the slightly quicker- but slightly rundown- street next to the one she normally took. She was enthralled by the flashy Neon lights, but then was instantly disgusted by what they were advertising. She snorted as she shuffled through the names, putting them in her mind so she could recall them later in case they were ever mentioned again so she could avoid it. The final place on the street made her stop.
On the front was a large sign in neon blue and red stating that it was a night club. The building was in surprisingly good shape and she heard base tones pumping out of the closed doors ever so slightly. She then noticed posters on the front of the building of what looked like a Silhouette or a pony with purple eyes, almost like shades, and electric blue hair streaked into a lighter teal. The face was adorned with a large grin and a duo of eighth notes was next to the name DJ PON-3. “Hm...” Octavia said to herself. Her throat was a little dry and she just had a good show, the good bar on her street was closed by now so she decided to enter. The second the doors opened there was a literal wall of sound that went over her. Luckily, after years of playing in orchestra after orchestra, she managed to tone it down mentally so her eyes stopped vibrating. She took a few steps in and looked around. It was dark, but lit up with neon and electric blue lights and the crowd was yelling enthusiastically. She went up to the bar and sat down. “Identification please.” the Bartender immediately said. “Huh? oh...will this work?” she asked, handing over her Orchestral Registration card, which was used to register in competitions and new Ensembles. “That'll do nicely miss Octavia, what'd you like?” he asked, well rather yelled over the music, as he handed the card back. “Black Russian if you have it, Straight Vodka if not.” she replied. He seemed surprised at that but left and came back with a black drink.
“You don't really seem like the type for this drink, nor for this club.” he yelled, he liked to know his customers...especially famous ones. She shrugged. “My normal Bar is closed at this hour, thank you.” she said and handed over the bits for that glass and a second one, which she promised to oder later for it took more than one drink to satisfy her. She sat there at the stool, taking drinks from her glass every now and then. The music was loud and obnoxious, but she had actually worked with a DJ before. She didn't prefer it but compared to what they normally do, mixing in her music actually sounded rather good. She became aware of eyes on her and looked around. After a moment she realized the DJ was looking right at her, she could just barely make out red circles behind the shades amplified by the coloring of the lights.
Vinyl was having a hell of a time, and so was her crowd. She was just about to go get a drink while the current track played, but then she noticed a Gray mare with jet black mane color that looked like she wasn't having a good time. The Mare noticed her looking and Vinyl smiled at her, the Mare's eyes were like Amethyst. She quickly looked the mare over in the few seconds and ducked under the mix table for a moment to get out one of her personal Records. She always listened to it at home when she was having a bad day and the crowd was starting to calm down a bit more. She decided that the crowd seemed like it could use a bit more classic tune and popped the Record on the table and Qued it up to start after the current one was done, it was labeled 'Octavia Philharmonic'.
Octavia's head instantly snapped up from where she was leaning on her forelegs, staring at her nearly emptied glass, when the tune changed to something familiar. Very familiar. She looked up at the DJ, but found the Unicorn was gone. The Crowd didn't seem to mind though, it was well past midnight and all of the party goers had gone home or have mellowed out by now. She snapped her head as there was a clank on her table. There was her second Black Russian, and the magic dispersing from it was coming from a white Mare. “Hey.” Vinyl said to Octavia. “Tom said you ordered this, thought I'd bring it to ya.” she said, sitting down next to the gray Mare. “Um...thanks? Why are you here and not up there?” Octavia asked. “I've been at that sense 11, Even I need a break. The name's Vinyl.” she said, extending a hoof. “Octavia.” she replied. “Huh...kinda ironic.” Vinyl said. “What?” Octavia asked. “I was looking around and noticed you weren't having a good time, so I popped in one of my personal records that I thought you'd like. So what's a fancy Mare like you doing in a place like this with a Black Russian?” Vinyl asked. “I needed a drink. I was curious about this place...I never thought a DJ would be into classical.” Octavia said. “And you never said what was ironic.” she continued. “Oh, the Record is 'Octavia Philharmonic'... she's a Cellist.” Vinyl said. “Yes I know.” Octavia said, knocking a hoof on the Cello resting on the floor under the table. Vinyl looked under the table to investigate the noise and found the Cello.
“Wait, so Octavia Philharmonic is in a night club drinking a black Russian? I never thought those words would be in the same sentence...ever...” Vinyl said with a laugh. “So why'd you switch the track just for me if you didn't know who I was?” Octavia asked. “I aim to make everyone enjoy their night. If one Pony aint happy then I'm not.” Vinyl said, taking a drink from her glass of what Octavia accurately guessed was Applejack Daniels winter blend. “I have a similar Philosophy.” Octavia said with a slight smile. “You know, I always imagined you'd be a prim and perfect little Filly that acts like all those rich ponies.” Vinyl said. “You'd be surprised, I'm a country Pony by origin...” Octavia said, finishing her seconds drink as Vinyl finished hers. “No kidding? Believe it or not I'm from Trottingham.” Vinyl said, waving the server to bring them another round. “...I would have never guessed...the song ended.” Octavia said. “Ah shoot! Save my drink!” she said and quickly jumped up to the mix table.
She put on a track that was more wild, but not quite as loud and obnoxious as before and had a few Others Qued up so she could relax longer. When she returned she looked a bit irked. “What's wrong?” Octavia asked her new friend. “Ah some Stallion being an ass...anyways...” she started. Two more drinks later they were laughing about a joke neither of them remembered was funny. “Wow...you need to learn how to drink Vinyl, for a night club DJ you can't handle your Liquor.” Octavia said with very slurred speech. “I had four Applejack Daniels!” Vinyl exclaimed. “and I had five Black Russians and you're more drunk than me.” Octavia said, her voice becoming nearly incomprehensible. “I lace mine with some of the stronger stuff so they have about the same amount of Alcohol, how the hell can you drink so much?!” Vinyl asked, nearly falling off of her chair. “Where I lived until I was eighteen the age restrictions on Alcohol was 12 years for the lighter stuff and fourteen for the harder stuff if your parents let ya...” Octavia said. “no kidding?.” she said as she chugged down a fifth glass as Octavia did with her sixth.
When Vinyl fell out of her chair Octavia decided she shouldn't order a seventh glass. She hiccuped as Octavia pulled her to her hooves. “Whoa...thanks Octy, didn't realize I was falling...” Vinyl said. “Octy?...” she said to herself and shook her head wildly to clear her mind. “Uh...Where do you live?” Octavia asked as she slung her case over a shoulder as she steadied Vinyl as she walked her towards the bar. “So uh...that's seven Black Russians I owe you for?” Octavia asked the bartender, who was identified as Tom earlier. “Don't worry Sweetheart, you paid for the first two and Vinyl paid for the next two, rest are on the house.” he said. “Uh...thanks.” she said. She left and stood there, getting used to the air of the very late night. “Where do you live?” she asked again. “That'away” she said, pointing a hoof to where Octavia imagined she thought was a street direction, but she just pointed at a trash can. “Wait..no That'away.” she said, this time pointing at the club. “Wait no...wait... ahehe I don't know.” she said with a giggle. Octavia rolled her eyes, stumbling a bit under the weight of her Cello and her new friend as she turned towards her Apartment. “Looks like my place it is.” she said lowly. “YAAAY SLUMBER PARTY!” Vinyl yelled. Octavia couldn't help but laugh. Luckily the air sobered her up a bit so getting to her Apartment wasn't too hard, she unlocked the door with her teeth and closed it with a well aimed kick.
She carefully propped her case on the wall and looked at the furniture in her living room. She was about to drop the half-conscious mare on the couch when she remembered her guest room. It was the only room available and the Landpony gave her a discount. She mistook her room for the guests room, due to the Black Russian in her system, and instead deposited the pony in her bed. The inebriated mare accidentally pulled Octavia down with her and they laid side by side as if they were sleeping together. Vinyl was asleep instantly and unconsciously wrapped her forelegs around Octavia. The Cellist was about to resist, but was too tired and the alcohol made her not care so she just let sleep take her into it's comfortable embrace, or was that Vinyl? She couldn't tell.
Vinyl woke up extremely comfortable. She already knew she wasn't in her bed nor in her apartment, the place smelled too clean. She also detected what smelled like tree sap and polished wood ever so slightly. She opened her eyes to find herself using Octavia's shoulder as a pillow. She remembered the night and realized their Forelegs were wrapped around each other. Her head was pounding, but she didn't care about that right now. “oh my god...we didn't...” Vinyl said to herself, quickly taking her head from the gray Mare's shoulder. “We didn't...” Octavia said lightly. She opened her eyes to see Vinyl's scarlet ones looking back at her. “I woke up a minute ago...didn't want to wake you, you seemed to happy in your sleep.” Octavia said as she sat up, groaning and putting a Hoof to her head. “Then Why am I in your bed with you?” Vinyl asked. “You were practically already passed out and your directions to your place were to a trash can...” Octavia said as she slowly slid off of the bed. Vinyl thought and remembered her yelling out something about a slumber party and blushed a bit. “Oh...” Vinyl said. “I thought this was my spare room, but I mistook it...and I was too tired and too drunk to care.” Octavia said as she left the room. Vinyl followed curiously and looked at the place. It wasn't fancy but it wasn't rundown either. “Drink Coffee?” Octavia asked. “Black if you would.” Vinyl said. “Perfect.” Octavia said and put the pot on. “Um...There's a shower in the bathroom, door across from mine. You aren't exactly miss flowers and lavender.” Octavia said. “DJ-ing takes a lot of effort when you use your hooves.” Vinyl said with a shrug. “Thanks.” she continued and started walking. “Towels are in the cupboard to the right of the door.” Octavia said. Vinyl nodded. She started off with cold, to wake her up and flush the last of the Alcohol's influence from her mind, and then set it to warm to enjoy the cleaning.
When she came out, drying her mane with a towel, she was surprised to smell something that was absolutely delicious in scent. Octavia couldn't help but burst out laughing as Vinyl's head came slowly around the corner to look at her sitting at the table with a plate of pancakes and coffee in front of her. “I wake up in your bed with you, you let me shower AND you make breakfast? Are you SURE nothing happened last night?” Vinyl asked, stepping up to the table, her mane slick on her neck from the shower. “Unless you can unconsciously have sex in your sleep I am completely sure.” Octavia said. “Whoa how the hell did you do that?” she continued, her eyes wide as Vinyl just shook her head a few times and her drying hair seemed to snap into place. “It's my mane gel, I put magic into it so it sort of saves the do, I did it to the Shampoo I used. But don't worry, it won't affect you.” she said. “That's...interesting, I didn't know you can imbue something with independent magic.” Octavia said. “It's pretty advanced, I only know how because my mix board is made with magic stuff in it.” Vinyl said as she took a pancake. “Oh my gosh! Is this cinnamon and syrup IN the pancakes?!” she exclaimed after her first bite. “Yep, and I had the heat up a bit too much so the center is still a bit gooey, which just adds to it.” Octavia said. “God..I could just kiss you right now.” Vinyl said, very seriously. “I wouldn't go THAT far.” Octavia said, thinking it was a joke. “I'm serious, there's two things I take very seriously...that's my music, and food.” she said, practically inhaling the rest of the pancake. “Really?...so if I were to say walk over here and Kiss me, you would?” Octavia asked. Vinyl nodded quickly, taking another pancake.
“Then come do it.” Octavia said. She didn't know quite why she said it, but she was curious whether or not she would do it. Octavia closed her eyes to take a sip from her coffee, but didn't notice Vinyl's chair moving out slightly. When she put her cup down and opened her eyes, they went wide as Vinyl planted a kiss full on the lips, thankfully she had swallowed her food. “There.” Vinyl said with a smirk. “Didn't expect me to actually do it? I told you I'm very serious about my food.” Vinyl said, sitting back down with a slight blush. Octavia's face was redder than Vinyl's eyes at that point. She tasted like the pancakes and if it weren't for the shock she probably would have returned it. Octavia didn't know why she was thinking these things but she shook her head to clear her mind. “That was...interesting.” Octavia said. “You ever kissed a Mare before?” Vinyl asked nervously. “I haven't even Kissed a Stallion before...” Octavia said. “Whoa really?...I've never kissed a Mare before either but I didn't know you've never kissed a Stallion...how do you get through life without a Coltfriend or marefriend?” Vinyl asked. “My Music has done that job for me...” Octavia said. “What job?” “Oh...when I felt lonely or something I just played my Cello and it soothed me.” Octavia said. “That's how I am with my Music, though it may not seem like it...but you've never tried anything for fun?” she asked. Octavia shrugged. “I never thought about mares that way...and all the Colts and Stallions I've known are either too stuck up or too...rundown...at least the ones that Interest me whatsoever.” Octavia said. “I know that feeling.” Vinyl said. They chatted and ate until there were no more pancakes left and the coffee was gone.
“SO uh...thanks.” Vinyl said. “No problem, you're probably the first friend that's not a coworker I've had in a while so it's my pleasure.” Octavia said. “Hey... My regular is that club, the Night Pony, I'll be back there tonight. Mind coming again? This time without so many drinks?” she asked with a laugh. “If I can.” Octavia replied with a smile. “And next time we do get shit faced drunk I won't let you beat me.” Vinyl said as she left. “We'll see.” Octavia replied with a laugh.