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// Trotcon 2019 
// Story: Not Another Speedwriting Fic 
// by Admiral Biscuit 
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Prompt: Cheerilee and Vinyl Scratch in Manehattan

Cheerilee turned her head towards the entrance of the arena. A steady crowd of ponies were streaming out, but she was waiting for one mare in particular.

She finally found her, appearing for a moment as if she were somepony else--her dark glasses were tucked up above her forelock, pushed just against the base of her horn. As soon as she stepped out into the sunlight, her horn lit briefly and her glasses slid down over her eyes, presenting the familiar facade of DJ-Pon3.

Cheerilee waved and the unicorn came over.

“I should have told you,” she said.  It wasn’t much of an introduction, but it served.  Vinyl nodded, and Cheerilee continued. “She . . . I didn’t know you were into wrestling.”  And at first I was just didn’t feel like bringing it up, maybe lingering resentment from foalhood, maybe a belief that being a wrestler wasn’t a ‘real’ job.

It was different for Vinyl.  Her housemate was famous in her own right, and everpyony knew that Octavia was one of the very best cellists in all of Equestria.  Anypony would be proud to be her--that wasn’t fair.  Vinyl was equally famous; maybe not a pony who Chererilee would go out of her way to see, she wasn’t into the dance scene and scratching turntables, but she couldn’t help how much Vinyl had overcome to get where she was . . . and everypony knew that a cutie mark never lied.

“I just didn’t want to sound like I was bragging,” Cheerilee said.

Vinyl nodded.  She flicked her ears--Cheerilee wasn’t overly adept at reading ear language, but she knew it well enough to get by.

“Yes, I know.” Cheerilee’s drooped.  “I should be proud.  She’s proud I’m a teacher.”

Vinyl shrugged, and her ears twitched.

“It’s true.  She said so, after I--” Vinyl raised an eyebrow.  “I subbed for her in a match.”

Vinyl grinned.

“You already knew that, didn’t you?”

A nod.

“Rainbow told you.”

Another now, a couple of ear flicks; although Cheerilee could have understood even if Vinyl hadn’t explained.

Some ponies got angry at gossip, especially when they were involved in that gossip, but Cheerilee couldn’t blame Rainbow.  She was always enthusiastic when meeting ponies she thought of as ‘awesome,’ and Cherry Blossom certainly qualified.

As well as the Ponyville schoolteacher kicking flank in the arena.

Vinyl touched her hoof to her lips and brought it  forward, a simpler way of semaphoring ‘thank you.’

“We could go backstage and meet her,” Cheerilee offered.  “She didn’t get me VIP tickets, but we are family, and. . .”

Vinyl grinned.  Octavia never got VIP tickets, either.

“But . . . there are ponies who paid a lot of bits for their tickets,” Cheerilee said.  “We should wait until after they’ve had their turn.”

Vinyl nodded, then her ears started moving.

“No, I don’t want to wait here, either,” Cheerilee replied.  “But--there’s a Hayburger down the street.  Want to get a snack?”