Forever a DJ
By: Leafz Pegasus
Chapter 5
A/N: This chapter waz a Bitch to write
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Ugh… My head… What the hay happened last night…
I tried to raise my hoof, but I realized something, or somepony, was on top of me.
Please don’t be Vinyl, please don’t be Vinyl, please don’t be Vinyl…
I slowly cracked open one of my eyes to see, that in fact, the DJ Vinyl Scratch was on top of me.
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
I looked around the room to see almost everypony from the party last night were still here, albeit all unconscious in from Pinkie’s ‘special’ drinks and the fact that she probably spiked the punch as well.
Well, at least if I made a fool out of myself, everypony would be too busy nursing hangovers instead of what happened.
Then it hit me.
What if I said something while I was drunk about my faked death!
SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT! If that happened, ugh, I don’t even want to THINK about it.
I finally decided it was time to get up and have an actual look around, so I gently magicked Vinyl off me.
I stood up on all four legs and gave a heavy sigh.
This can only get worse… wait… I just screwed myself on that one.
As soon as I had thought that, I knew today was gonna be just like after the Canterlot wall incident all over again.
Only this time, I don’t have Soarin to help me out. I’m going solo on this one.
…Eeyup, I’m definitely screwed.
I located the rest of my friends, who were all passed out in the middle of the room, whom they were hugging I thought I was going to hug too.
The hug of death that is. Soarin, you are SO screwed! This is perfect blackmail for Spitfire. Hehehe…
In the middle of the pile of mares, was a sky-blue Pegasus with a dark blue mane wearing a Wonderbolts outfit.
Before I kill him, how, why and when did he get here?
As I started down the road of one of my famous schemes, I was interrupted when I saw that there was a stallion in the doorway to the bakery, his eyes were full of…
Well… were full of disgust. And the mysterious stallion was forcing all of it onto me.
I can’t help but think I’ve seen him somewhere before…
Once the stallion spoke, I finally figured out who it was.
“Where is Vinyl Scratch?” asked the stallion, an air of fatherly worry about him as he said it.
Aww shit. I’m so bucked…
“Hey, you over there! Do you know where I can- wait a second, you’re the stallion that Vinyl was with drunk last night!”
Double shit.
Now I remember where I’ve heard that voice. That’s Sonata System. The Seven Heavens. The greatest musician to have lived since Haythoven. I am so bucked.
“I’ll ask again. Where. Is. Vinyl.” He said, this time with more of a growl in his voice.
“She’s right over there,”
I pointed to the unconscious form of Vinyl across the room.
“And do you mind telling me what you saw last night, I don’t really remember…”
He just snorted and said, “Alright, you seem to be a cool pony, it seems as if you didn’t take advantage of my daughter even while being more drunk than Berry Punch.”
“Yeah, I’m not really one to do those kina things.” I replied back nonchalantly.
“They say the only truthful pony is a drunk pony and a dying pony. And you were more drunk than during that, uh… Wall incident.”
He explained, ended his speech with an awkward scratch to the back of his head with a hoof.
“Yeah well I was… Wait. Oh shit.”
“Haha, don’t worry dude, it was pretty obvious to me. I have been your neighbor for two years, and the way you acted while drunk gave it away. But don’t worry, it was only obvious to me.”
I was going to open my mouth to reply, only to hear groaning coming from behind me.
“Ughhh, what happened? Wait. Aw horseapples, Spitfire is gonna kill me.”
“Good to see you too buddy.” I said back to the hung-over Wonderbolt.
“Disc! What’s up? How you been doing down here in Ponyville?”
I replied in a tone that betrayed no emotion.
“Nothing much, I only got here two days ago, and I’m already moved in and I already made seven new friends.”
“Well alright, I need to get back before Spitfire makes me sleep on the couch…. Again.”
“Well I would make you sleep on the couch too, speaking that you slept with six mares, none of which were Spitfire.” I reminded him.
“Yeah, uh, well… BYE!”
The Wonderbolt quickly galloped out of the room and flew off towards Cloudsdale in a frantic haste.
“I’m never going to know why he came here…” I said a little disappointedly.
“Don’t worry about him, although I don’t envy his position right now. If Hip Hop caught me doing something like that, I’d be on the couch for a week!”
“Alright then, many stallions will be sleeping on couches tonight. Now, can we get back to the part about you telling me what happened last night?”
“Oh yeah, sorry about that. Well, let’s see, the mayhem started about mid-way through the night at about 11:30, everypony was drunk, yet only a few actually had alcoholic drinks-“
“That would be because of Pinkie’s spiked punch, Sonata.” Answering his question.
“Ah, that doesn’t seem too far from what Pinkie would do. Everypony is gonna party hard and have a good time, whether they want to or not. Now, lets see what you saw last night, I’ll use a memory spell that your friend Twilight taught me a while ago.”
Sonata’s horn glowed and touched my horn and then the room faded from view.
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About 11:30 the previous night
PoV, memory of Leaf Disc
I wonder what this is…
I didn’t really care, I needed a drink, and the drink Pinkie gave me didn’t look too bad.
At least it’s not punch, can’t stand the stuff.
As I gulped down the oddly fizzy beverage, I looked around and ponies started to act as if they were drunk, yet none of them seemed to have drank anything alcoholic.
They seemed to be getting drunk… off of the punch? …What the HAY??!!
“Hey Disc! Come over here and hang with us!” Shouted a tomboyish, drunk voice from behind me.
I looked behind me and saw Vinyl and the rest of the girls at a booth near the other end of the room.
I really doubt I should go over there. But my drunken logic says that is a wonderful idea, so I’ll go and see.
“Hey girls, what’s up?”
“Oh nothing, we were just asking ourselves if you could introduce us to that hunk of a stallion over there.” Rarity pointed with an unsteady hoof directly at Soarin, who had just come into the room, and was getting a glass of punch.
I drunken thought to myself out loud,
“I feel like I should say something to him, something about the punch… oh right. It’s spiked. Hey Soarin don’t drink that punch, it’s spiked ya know!”
But it was too late, Soarin had just about finished his drink by the time my warning went through.
“What? Oh shit…” Soarin exclaimed. “Well, if I’m gonna be drunk, might as well be at a party!”
Soarin walked over to me, and him, still having higher brain function at the moment, just said, “Hey Disc! What’s up! And who might these lovely mares be? Friends of yours?”
“Yeah, and you’re married with a daughter, while I’m as free as a butterfly.” I replied back. “That reminds me, where is that little orange ball of mayhem, I haven’t seen her in like, three months.”
“She stays here in Ponyville while Spitfire and I are doing our air shows, she still can’t fly, so she stays here in our vacation house with the butler. And why do you care where my daughter is?”
“Well, I AM her godfather, so shouldn’t I be worried where my goddaughter is?”
I replied, getting even more drunk by the minute.
“Well alright, that’s actually the reason I came here, that and I was going to meet you at the café later tomorrow.” Soarin replied, starting to become drunk as well.
Damn, that’s some powerful liquor, he’s almost drunk already!
Suddenly, music started to play but nopony was at the DJ stand.
Confused, I found out that Pinkie had pulled out an old gramophone and was playing rather loud, high quality sound despite the ancient technology.
“C’mon, let’s dance!”
Vinyl grabbed my hoof and we started dancing. I looked over and saw Soarin dancing with the rest of my friends, rather horridly if you asked me, but everypony was drunk, so it didn’t really matter.
As Vinyl and I started to dance, everypony stopped to look at us as we started to burn up the dance floor. Vinyl and I did dance moves that surprised the heck out of me. I started to spin on my horn like a top, doing other break dancing moves that I didn’t even know I knew, while Vinyl was doing her own break dancing and started moonwalking.
After the dancing scene, the party started to die down, Everywhere, ponies were succumbing to the alcohol inside of them, passing out in drunken stupors. One of them was Soarin, who was passed out near the middle of the room, while my friends all slept around him.
I was feeling extremely tired and apparently so was Vinyl, so we just collapsed onto the floor. I fell first, Vinyl fell second, landing on top of me. I didn’t care, I was too drunk to think anything of it. As I started slipping into unconsciousness, the memory started fading and soon all I could see was black.
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Present time, approximately 10 a.m.
“Wow, that was one hell of a night.” Was all I could say after seeing that memory.
“It sure looked like it. Well, I’ll be getting Vinyl and be on my way. This isn’t the first time she’s done this.” He said slightly exasperated.
As he walked over to Vinyl, gently picking her up with his magic, and walked out the door, back to his home.
“I better go home too, I need to eat something and have a good midday nap.” I thought aloud.
As I made my way back home, I heard hooves hitting the ground behind me. I looked back and saw it was Rarity.
“Disc! Disc! Oh thank goodness I found you, I woke up with a horrid headache just now and I remembered that my little sister and her two friends would be over at the boutique tomorrow, and I have to finish a few dresses for a client and I cannot be disturbed. So I was hoping you could watch them while I finished up?”
“Sure, anything for my friend. I mean, how bad could it be?”
(Editors note: nothing good ever happens when somepony says that.)
Rarity let out a nervous chuckle and said, ”of course darling. No. Trouble. At all. Heh heh”
“O…K… Anyway, I’ll see ya tomorrow rarity!” I called before making my way back towards my house.
What did I just sign up for?
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The next day
I made my way back to my house after I had breakfast at a nice little café run by a mint green unicorn named Lyra, and a really awkward apology from Vinyl on the way.
As I entered my house, I put all of my DJ 1NS4N1TY things away in an indestructible chest sealed by my magic, leaving only my normal DJ equipment out.
I reapplied the black colored dye to my coat and put my blue contacts back in place after a nice long shower.
I wonder when those three little fillies will get here…
As soon as I thought this, the front doorbell rang.
That must be them now!
Once I opened the door my eyes almost fell out of my sockets.
“Hey you girls must be- SCOOTALOO?!”
“UNCLE DISC?!”