After we’d finished eating take-out, we sat on our balcony and watched the sun set. The usually blue sky had faded into oranges, pinks, and yellows that were all melding into one another. I had to hand it to Canterlot; most of the ponies here may suck, but they had some pretty kick ass sunsets.
Octy gazed at it looking way more relaxed than she had this morning. I was glad she was able to chill; she deserved a day off.
“It truly is beautiful, isn’t it?” she asked leaning on the banister, resting her chin in her hooves.
“Totally,” I answered smiling at her.
Now? Now’s a good time for a kiss. You should do it now. Now now now.
No, not now. Wait longer.
But it’s a sunset! It’s, like, totally-
Cliché? Yeah, it is. So don’t.
“Ready to go back in?” she asked gesturing towards the door. I nodded and followed her back inside. As we made our way into the living room, I spied my shades on the bookcase and levitated them onto my face. She said not to wear them for “a few hours” and it’d definitely been a few hours.
“So whadya say we hit up a few clubs? Won’t need any cash for an entrance fee; they just let me right in-”
"Vinyl, today was wonderful, but we really can’t go out tonight. It’s extremely important that the dinner with Mother and Father go smoothly. We only have tomorrow to make you into a proper mare," she reminded me. "And we'll start by getting rid of those gaudy sunglasses!" She snatched them off my face.
"Hey!" I yelled as she dangled them away from me, putting a hoof on my chest to stop me from reaching them. I gave up and sighed in defeat.
"The dinner with your parents. Right. Are you gonna tell 'em about us?" Her mouth fell open.
"Absolutely not! They can't know! Nopony can know! Not yet! It's bad enough that I'm a fillyfooler, Vinyl. If word gets out that I'm fooling around with a vampire..."
"Bad, very bad,” I agreed shaking my head. “I've worked too hard to keep this a secret from everypony."
"So you understand."
"I understand the vampire part,” I replied coolly.
Relax. When she wants to come out, she will, alright? She’s not ashamed of you; she’s ashamed of the situation.
Thinking of it that way didn’t help how I felt.
“So what? Are we going to some fancy restaurant?" I asked. She told me the name as she set down my glasses as high up on the bookcase as she could. "Hey, I thought we got kicked out of there a few weeks ago.”
"Because somepony decided it was a good idea to burp as loud as she could and use her fork and spoon as drumsticks!"
Haha! Yeeeeah, that was great…
"Forget it,” I said waving a hoof in the air. “What's for dinner?"
"Oh horseapples!" Trotting into the kitchen, she went to the fridge and opened it, examining what we had inside. "Hey, do you want the rest of the sandwich?" she asked, taking a plate out of it and holding it in front of me. It held a dandelion sandwich with honey mustard dressing.
I gasped. This was getting freaky.
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I hovered over Octy, pinning her to the floor. Her vanity mirror lay shattered beside us.
"Octy... What’s going on?" I muttered. She looked up at me terrified and started to cry. “No… please don’t, I… I didn’t mean to…”
“Get away from me!” she screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Go away! Stop! Please!” I was licking my lips, salivating.
So thirsty… so thirsty…
Something animalistic took over. I couldn’t stop myself. I bit down on her neck and she screamed as I drank from her, her blood staining my muzzle. “Stop! STOP!”
I couldn’t. I couldn’t stop.
“You’re a monster,” a smooth, familiar voice echoed in my head. “You’re nothing but a monster. And that’s all. You’ll ever. Be.”
“STOP! VINYL! STOP!”
“Octy!”
I sat up with an inhale of breath, panting heavily. We’d gone to sleep in Octy’s bed that night and, glancing at the clock on her dresser, I saw that it’d been a few hours since we’d laid down. I was sweating like crazy, my cheeks wet with tears. I rubbed my eyes.
“Vinyl, are you alright?” she asked sleepily as she sat up next to me.
“Yeah, I’m… I’m good… just a bad dream…” I muttered as she rubbed my back with her hoof. “Sorry I woke you… Let’s go back to sleep, alright?”
She nodded and we laid back down beside each other. She gave me a little kiss on the cheek, then snuggled up to me.
“Sweet dreams, Vinyl,” she whispered. I looked over at her, finally starting to relax a bit.
I was never going to hurt her like that again. I would protect her. No matter what.
“Yeah… night,” I said, nodding and wrapping a hoof around her.
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I don't like dresses. That should be a given. Take one look at me and there’s no way you’ll think, “Wow, I bet that mare enjoys pink, frilly dresses!” All I needed was my shades, some hair gel, and my smile and I was ready to start the day. Or night, depending on when I woke up.
Buuut we needed dresses for our dinner with Octy’s folks that evening, so I sat outside the changing room waiting for Octy to come out. I wondered what she’d look like as I’d never seen her in a dress, only in her little bow tie. I leafed through a magazine article that covered last year’s Grand Galloping Gala. It was either that or read a magazine whose cover featured the “latest hair styles for Fall” or some bullcrap like that.
She came out of the changing room and my jaw dropped. I'd tried to imagine what she'd look like in a dress, but... she looked even more amazing than I ever could've imagined. Octy wore a black evening gown. Simple, no frills or lace or anything. Hugged her body just right. She looked gorgeous and stunning and beautiful and…
“Hot,” I said aloud gaping at her. She smiled at me.
Oh sure. You think of all those flattering words and “hot” is what comes out of your mouth? Classy, Vinyl.
As my past marefriends used to tell me, at least I was honest.
Then it was my turn. After I got through the process of being fitted, (and getting tangled up in measuring tape quite a few times,) the store pony helping us gave me a dress and I went into the fitting room. I hung the dress up on the hook inside and stared at it. My face scrunched up at the thought of actually putting it on.
"Are you done?" I heard Octy ask from outside after a few minutes. "How long does it take to put on a dress?"
"Why do we even have to wear them?"
"Because not wearing them would be indecent.”
"… We're always naked!"
"Vinyl, put on the dress."
I groaned as loud as I could and started to put on the dress.
Only for you, Octy. Only for you.
Once it was on, I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the wall. It was a navy blue dress made of velvet or something. I felt so… out of place wearing it. Like it was suited for a much classier and much different pony than me. I was stealing it from somepony who’d appreciate it more.
Plus, I just looked dumb.
"Are you done?" she asked again. I let out a whine.
"I look so stupid!" I sighed and turned towards the door to the room. I put my hoof on the door. "You better not laugh."
"I won’t."
I unlocked the door and stepped through it. Her jaw dropped. The laughter would come any second now.
"I told you I look dumb," I pouted looking at the floor. Hearing no response, I looked back up to see that she was still staring at me with that same expression. "Octy?" I asked waving a hoof in front of her face.
"You look amazing," I heard her whisper. Feeling my cheeks heat up, I gave her a little smile.
"Thanks. You too."
"Well, you look the part, now you must act it!" she said theatrically, striking a pose. "You must carry yourself with a modicum of grace and sophistication!"
"Octy, what the hay are you doing?" I asked raising an eyebrow at her behavior.
"The magicks!"
My face fell. There is something very, very wrong about your marefriend saying a phrase that your mom always used to say.
She took me by the arm and yelled "We go!" whisking me away. I shuddered at the similarity.
Ugh. Goddesses, I hope this doesn’t mess me up psychologically or somethin’…
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We sat outside on cushions at one of Canterlot’s fancy cafés, enjoying tiny portions of something I couldn’t even pronounce. Carrots, I think. It had carrots in it. An umbrella shaded us as I took a bite of the carrot-thing.
"Sit straight up,” Octy scolded. I sighed.
"I don't understand why we—"
"Don't talk with your mouth full."
I growled in frustration and swallowed.
"Why do I have to pretend I'm all high class? It's not my style."
"Because if my parents disapprove of you, regardless of what I say, they are going to make my life difficult."
"So?"
"And in turn, yours will become a living Tartarus. Oh, and that reminds me, please try to confine your vocabulary to traditional Equestrian for tonight."
"Aight."
"Don't say that."
"Roger."
"What did I just say?"
"Gotcha."
"Vinyl!"
I snickered at her.
“Relax, I’m just yankin’ your chain.” I smiled at her. “Everything’ll be alright, okay? I’ve got this.”
“I’m sorry,” she sighed. “I’m… I’m just nervous.” I took her hoof in mine.
“Look, I really like you. I’m not gonna screw this up. If it means I’ll get to keep seeing you, I’ll be the classiest class mare that’s ever been classy.” She giggled at me.
Suddenly, I remembered where we were and took a look around. A couple of prissy looking, high class mares were staring at us from one table over. I dropped Octy’s hoof.
“Aaaaand that is why you are my good friend!” I said raising my voice a bit. “My good platonic friend who is just a friend and is… friendly! And platonic-y! Haha! Check, please!”
I chuckled nervously as Octy put a hoof to her face.
Nailed it, Vinyl.
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Hated makeup. Hated dresses. So why was I wearing both?
We were just about to leave for the dinner, which was good cause I was starting to get hungry. I levitated her bow onto her with magic and fastened it around her neck, making sure to hide the bandage.
Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out.
When I stared at her bandage a bit too long, Octy moved to the mirror and adjusted her bow.
"There. Not too shabby. You'll only be able to see it if you're up close," she said referring to her bandage. I nodded sadly.
She wouldn’t have to hide the bandage if I hadn’t…
She walked back over to me and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.
"Now come on. And smile."
I gave her a little halfhearted grin and she grabbed my cheeks and stretched my face into a painfully wide smile.
We left the apartment and went down the stairs to stand on the street curb, Octy hailing for a carriage. Once one pulled up, she went to board it, but slipped. Luckily I caught her and pulled her up, noticing her blush slightly.
"We can't have any of that during the dinner," I said smiling at her.
You can trip and blush and be cute all you want after tonight. Just gotta get through dinner.
"Are you ready?" she asked me. I shrugged.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Remember not to take too long when ordering. Just long enough. And no alcohol. Or blood,” she giggled.
"Shh," I shushed her, grinning. "Are we going to that snooty Upper Crust place again?"
"Yes, Vinyl," she sighed.
This dinner would go a lot easier if I had my shades to hide behind. Hope I look alright.
"How are my eyes?" I asked nervously.
"Beautiful."
I rolled them.
Octy had a book on manners and I’d read it cover to cover last night. Had to go look up a few words I didn't know, but I understood everything for the most part. I’d also worked on making my voice a little more… sophisticated… by practicing in front of a mirror. I was pretty confident in my ability to act like whatever pony Tavi’s parents wanted me to be. After all, I entertained ponies all night long as DJ-Pon3. It was just a performance.
Plus, I’d imitated the stuffy ponies of Canterlot more than enough times to do a great impression of them. I just had to make sure not to laugh at my own lameness.
As we walked in past the long line of ponies that stood outside the restaurant, we saw them whisper to each other, mocking our dresses. I ground my teeth in frustration.
Come on, dudes, what more do you want? We may as well've not worn the dresses, seeing as they’d gossip either way.
The inside of the restaurant was royal looking and elegant. Dimly lit and full of high class ponies.
"Reservations for Octavia and Vinyl Scratch?" Octavia said to the guy at the front desk. He pointed in the direction of the table, not giving us a second look.
Oh naw, it’s cool. We’ll find it ourselves. No need to lead us there. S’not like that’s your job or anything.
As we walked over to the table, I caught sight of Octy’s parents. All this time, I’d never wondered what Octy’s parents would look like. Her mom had grey fur with a black, smoothed down mane and violet eyes. Almost identical to the mare trotting beside me. It was like looking at future Octy. Her dad had grey fur, as well, with brown eyes and a black mane that was starting to show signs of graying.
"Dude, you look just like your mom," I whispered to Octy. "And your dad."
"I what? Are you telling me that I am old and wrinkly and have gray hair?"
"No no, I mean you're her spitting image! She's got your mane and coat and eyes!"
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Look at her! She's even got the same smirk!"
"What smirk?"
"The I'm-so-much-better-than-you one that you put on when you play your cello," I teased. She punched me in the shoulder lightly.
As we got closer, more details about Octy’s parents were revealed. Her mom was wearing a frilly, lacey light blue dress and her father was in a black suit with a matching bowtie. And… atop both their heads were…
I gasped.
"Octavia, your parents are both—"
She shushed me.
"Mmm hello, Octavia," her mom greeted in a haughty voice.
"Hello, Mother," Octy said. "Hello Father."
"Octavia, so glad you could make it," he said pleasantly. He sounded sort of bored, but I think that was just the way his voice was.
"And this must be your roommate," Octy’s mom said looking at me.
"Hello, ma'am," I said smoothly and smiled at them. "Pleased to meet you both."
They sat across from Octy and I. We didn’t wanna sit too close, but she was still able to squeeze my hoof under the table, in case I did something wrong. Or maybe she just wanted to hold my hoof. Either way was cool with me.
I swallowed hard as I felt a few beads of sweat run down the side of my head. I looked over at Octy, who gave me a reassuring smile. I smiled back nervously.
Just remember everything you’ve learned and you’ll be totally fine. Stay chill. You’re cool. You’re an icicle. You’re an entire iceberg. Okay, no, not that cold. What’s cool, but not too cold?
I found myself staring at Octy’s parents’ horns, but luckily I was always able to look elsewhere before they noticed. I wondered why she never mentioned that they were both unicorns.
That’s kinda something that would’ve been nice to know beforehand so I didn’t keep looking at their- yup I’m staring at their horns again. Great.
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Miss Scratch. Or would you prefer I call you by your stage name, DJ-Pon3?"
"Vinyl Scratch is perfectly fine," I replied smiling.
"Tell me, Octavia darling, how did you two meet?"
Octy cleared her throat and looked up from her menu.
“As you know Mother, I found myself, err, financially challenged—"
"After that Gala fiasco, yes, I am aware," Octavi-mom interrupted. I clenched my jaw.
"—I moved to Manehattan since it was all I could afford that the time," Octy finished.
"I honestly don't understand why you did not simply move back in with us, dear," Octavi-dad suddenly cut in.
Oh I dunno, maybe cause she has a brain?
"Well, I wanted to be... financially independent," she smirked back. I could tell she was holding back, as well.
"Your wardrobe certainly reflects that," Octavi-mom smirked. Octy's face fell.
Holy crap, seriously? She’s your frickin’ daughter! What is wrong with you, lady?!
A waiter came over and took our appetizer order, looking at Octy and I like we were some annoying flies that wouldn’t leave the room.
I couldn’t read much of the menu. All of the dishes had names that were either in a different language or sounded gross, but there was one that I knew I could order.
"Could I have some garlic bread?" I asked. "Hold the garlic. And could I have a glass of water?"
"I'll have what she's having," Octy replied. "With some scotch."
Oh boy. She told me not to drink, but now she’s having scotch. This must be tougher on her than she thought it’d be.
"Scotch?" Octavi-dad chuckled. "I believe we've raised a mare with expensive tastes, my dear."
“Such strong alcohol,” Octavi-mom said unamused.
Ooooh I’m gonna punch her in her stupid, smug face.
No. Relax. Pretty sure punching your marefriend’s mom in the face is against… marefriend code or something.
I honestly think Octy would be okay with it. Hell, she’d probably jump up and give me a hug afterwards.
"As I was saying..."
"And you say you met Vinyl Scratch where?"
"In a… club," Octy’s voice squeaked.
"A nightclub, dear? I taught you better than that." She was giving Octy this totally disappointed look.
This mare was making me go crazy, but I remained cool and calm on the outside. This prissy, stuck up, terrible mom would decide if I could ever see her daughter again, so I kept my mouth shut.
I didn’t have home-field advantage. This was her domain. Right now, I had to be who she wanted me to be.
"There were some extenuating circumstances!" Octy nearly shouted, sounding a bit panicked. "I met Vinyl in the club-"
"Were you drinking?" she asked.
"Not at all!”
Ha!
"Mother, I am certainly not that type of mare, and neither is Vinyl!"
Double ha!
Her mom smirked looking satisfied with the answer.
"Good.” She turned to me. “I'd like to get to know you a little more, Vinyl Scratch, if you don't mind."
"Of course,” I said throwing a fake smile her way.
The appetizers arrived and I levitated a piece, spreading some butter on it. Octy’s parents did the same exact thing I did, but somehow managed to make it look a million times more stuck up. I looked to my left and saw Octy struggling with buttering her piece. I couldn't imagine having to do stuff like that without magic. Giving up, she set the knife down. I levitated my buttered piece over to her.
“Have a bite," I said grinning. Octy stared at me a little shocked for a second, then laughed loudly.
"Oh, Vinyl!" She leaned over to it and took a little bite.
Cute.
"What would you like to know?" I asked turning back to Monster Mom and Douchey Dad.
"Anything you've be comfortable with telling us," she replied politely. I thought for a moment, then answered.
"Well, I was born in Ponyville. I lived there for eighteen years and set off to pursue my music career in Manehattan and occasionally Canterlot."
I figured I'd better leave out the fact that both of my parents were Earth ponies.
"And how was Ponyville?" she said with a little bit of contempt.
"Ponyville was great. Really cozy. A tight-knit community. Everypony knew each other. Not like Canterlot."
"And what will you all be having for tonight?" the waitress said, interrupting me.
I’ll be having my hoof in your face in a second…
"I'll have the potato salad," I answered. "And some corn on the side."
"The stir fry, please," Octy said. She turned to her mom and continued the conversation. "She works as a DJ in Club Canterlot.”
"A disc jockey?" she questioned, clearly unimpressed.
"Not only a disc jockey!" Octy stammered. "She also produces her own music! Perhaps you've heard of the song Equestria Girls? She worked on that song with one of the Elements of Harmony.” She turned back to me. “Isn't that right, Vinyl?"
"Oh yeah! Pinkie Pie sang the vocals," I confirmed nodding.
"The Element of Laughter? My, what an honor," she said, her voice dripping with unenthusiasm. “Quite the one-hit wonder, I must say, though I'm afraid I'm not much of an enthusiast of pop music."
I’m gonna kill her. I’m gonna kill her! I’m seriously gonna-
"Thank you,” I replied smiling.
"I could scarcely go outside without hearing it," Octavi-dad added snidely.
"I believe you did a fashion show in Ponyville as well?" Octy mentioned, glancing at me. I nodded.
"For Miss Rarity. I met her through my mother, who connected us together. My mom's a fashion photographer, you see." I finally caught a break; Octavi-mom looked impressed.
"What an honor. Carousel Boutique fashion is quite prestigious in Canterlot."
Our food arrived and it was silent as we ate. I dug my fork into my dish and took a bite. Octy glared at me.
"Vinyl," she whispered harshly, "I thought you ordered a potato salad." I swallowed and dabbed my mouth with a napkin.
"I did,” I whispered back. “A potato chip salad." Octy's eye twitched.
Although Canterlot was full of stuck up ponies, I always knew somepony who could help me out in any situation. Tonight’s buddy was Autumn Sun, who worked as a bus boy at the restaurant we were eating at. I threw a few tickets for my next gig his way in exchange for him sneaking into the kitchen and tossing some potato chips into my dinner.
So, no, of course this fancy restaurant didn’t offer a potato chip salad… but tonight it did.
"Vinyl and I got to know each other and we started to hang out a bit more," Octy explained as I took a sip of my water.
"'Hang out'?" Octavi-mom asked, questioning her slang.
"Oh, just some classical concerts, discussions on music theory,” she explained. I laughed inside my head. "She suggested that we move in together and find a bigger, better apartment and well, we've been together since!" She closed her eyes and smiled.
Octavi-mom raised an eyebrow.
"I meant living together. Not together, together," Octy explained laughing nervously and tugging at her collar. "That would be quite improper of me to suggest that she and I were, well, together." She went to take a bite of her dinner.
Octy had tugged a little too much and her bandage was now showing. Octavi-mom gasped.
"Your neck!"
Crap.
Octy choked on her food, rushing to cover the bandage as fast as she could.
"The bandages! What in Equestria happened to your neck?"
"Don't worry!” I said cutting in. “We were uh, horsing around the other day."
"Yes!” Octy agreed. “Just us two, getting a bit too friendly and getting tangled up. Nothing to worry about!"
Octavi-mom looked her over suspiciously.
"Show me."
"Here?" Octy asked, her mouth slightly agape.
"Is it a bruise? A cut?"
Octy stammered, trying to figure out what to say.
"I don't think the other guests," she sucked in air, raising her voice, “would appreciate having blood everywhere!"
I licked my lips.
Relax.
"Did you go to the hospital?" Octavi-dad asked. "Goodness, it sounds severe."
"So, what's for dessert?" Octy grinned, changing the subject.
Thank Celestia.
I then listened to her parents drone on and on about the superiority of unicorns for what seemed like an eternity. About how we should basically rule over Earth and pegasi ponies because we’re soooooo much more awesome than them and they suck and blah blah blah. It was disgusting.
We then had our dessert, cheesecake with fruit. It was pretty boss, which was expected of a place that served a 25 bit salad. I looked over at Octy, seeing her in a way I’d never even considered before.
Her parents were unicorns who looked at their daughter like she was a blemish on the family name. Octy was an Earth pony that played cello, ridiculously unheard of. She always wanted to do everything on her own. She over-achieved and over-achieved, but it was never good enough for them. She was always trying her best, doing everything she could her whole life to win their love.
I pictured a sad little filly Octavia’s crayon drawing not being good enough for their fridge and tried not to cry.
Octy came back up from eating her last bite of cheesecake, a little bit of frosting on her nose. I giggled and pointed at it.
“What?” she asked. I leaned in and wiped it off with a napkin, grinning at her. She smiled back at me.
"Such a shame Octavia wasn't born with a horn,” Octavi-mom said shaking her head in disappointment.
Buck you, you bucking piece of Goddess-damned-
"Uh, yeah," I muttered, my blood boiling.
"Although I think it's amazing how far she's come, despite her disability."
I’m gonna punch her so hard in the mouth, she’ll have to pick up her teeth in Ponyville.
"Ouch!" Octavi-dad yelped, cutting off my murderous thoughts. "I believe I have cut myself." He examined his hoof and used a napkin to wipe off his cut. It turned red, soaking in the… blood. Right in front of me. There was blood.
I sucked in hard, my lip shaking as I fought to keep control. I clenched my jaw shut and closed my eyes.
One… two… th-three… four…
Come on, there’s a nice, warm blood bag right in front of you! He’s an asshole so nopony will miss him anyways!
F-five… S-s-six…
"Is there something the matter?"
"Nothing! It's nothing!" I felt Octy grab my hoof and pull me out of my seat. "She just needs a moment."
Don’t fight it. Just give in.
S-seven… s-seven…
I hooked my arm around her neck.
"I'm—fine!" I grunted, fighting with myself.
"Where's the nearest bathroom? Thank you!"
Octy bucked open the door and threw us both in. I heard the sink start as I limped over and stood with my back against the wall. I panted as I looked up at the ceiling.
E-eight… n-n-nine…
My face was splashed with ice-cold water, shocking me out of my animalistic thoughts.
… N-nine...
"Vinyl... Vinyl...” I felt her slap my face lightly a few times. "Are you alright? I thought you had fed."
"I did," I growled. "You know how it is with us vampires. Warm blood bags everywhere."
I felt sick. Sick with myself, sick of her parents, sick of having to battle my vampire side every time I saw a little frickin’ drop of blood.
"Don't say that. You're going to be alright."
I clutched the sides of my head and groaned, my fangs extending from my mouth. My vision faded in and out, a fuzzy border running around it. I slumped to the floor, my head still resting against the wall.
Give in. Let it take you over.
The change was gonna happen. I didn’t know if I could stop it.
I felt Octy squeeze my hoof, reminding me she was there. I looked up to see her in front of me, her face showing a mix of compassion and worry. Here I was on the brink of changing into a vampire, a blood thirsty beast that could tear her apart… and she wasn’t afraid. I mean, if she was afraid, she definitely wasn’t showing it. She was right there kneeling next to me, staying right by my side.
No. I’m not leaving her all alone. We have to get through this dinner and she can’t do it without me!
I fought back hard, remembering what made me a normal pony. I had friends. Family. A career. I wasn’t just a vampire. I had a life. Things to lose. Ponies to protect.
A minute or so later, I finally got my breath back. The cravings were gone. I was back to normal.
Well, as normal as I usually was.
"I think I'm gonna be okay," I said slowly.
"Really?" she asked with hopeful eyes.
"It's fine. I probably should've taken a sip before we left."
Such an idiot. That would’ve been the smart thing to do, so of course I didn’t do it.
“Well it's not like you anticipated this," she smirked at me, taking my hooves in hers and pulling me up. I looked down at the floor, wishing things had gone differently.
Well, at least the worst of tonight is over.
"Octy," I mumbled, feeling guilty.
"Hey. Shut up."
I looked up at her and her lips met mine. Fireworks. Total fireworks.
Then my blood ran cold as I looked past Octy. Behind her stood the mare I’d grown to hate over the past hour… with a horrified look on her face.
How the hell did Octy and I have such terrible luck with kisses?
“Oc… Octavi-mom… Octavi-mom!” I tried mumbling into her lips, but she couldn’t understand me. I couldn’t even understand me. She slowly broke the kiss and looked at me confused.
"What?"
I shakily lifted a hoof and pointed behind her.
"What? What are you...?" Octy asked as she turned around to face her mom.
It all happened in the blink of an eye. Her mom screamed. I ran over to her and punched her in the side of the head. She fell to the floor.
Octy stood there speechless.
"What? Why did you...? Bluh?!" she stuttered.
"Man, I've been waiting to do that," I smirked, shaking my hoof in satisfaction. "No offense, but your mom's kinda an ass."
"Vinyl?" she whispered shakily. "I want to—"
"Give me a hug?" I guessed, smiling.
"NO! TO BITCH SLAP YOU!" she yelled charging at me.
Guess the worst of tonight wasn’t over after all. It was just beginning.