//------------------------------// // Movement No. 1 // Story: Enharmonia // by Mactinto //------------------------------// Deep purple melded with amethyst, a simple yet powerful collision that could be felt around the world. Lights shone bright and oceans churned, a whole slew of changes and cataclysms shifting the universe in an unstable and violent way. Harmony and chaos, fighting and loving. "Vinyl? Vinyl... What the hay are you looking at?" The magenta coated mare sighed and sipped at her drink. Actually, drinks. She gazed in the direction that the white mare was staring at. Although this was only the beginning of the night for her, she couldn't follow the unicorn's vision, the ponies across the pub melting together in a blob of color and voices. "Alright Vin', what is it?!" Still no reaction from the possibly comatose DJ, her mouth slightly agape and wide eyed. Her friend, holding the drink by the lip of the glass, groaned, downing the rest of it soon after, and putting the empty glass on the bar. "Hey barcolt, can you send down another one? Something stronger?" "Actually, miss," the barmare said with a hint of irritation, "I can't. New policy; limit ten drinks per Berry Punch." She smiled an icy smile and trotted back toward the other end of the bar, ready to serve an older looking gentlecolt. If the mare was aware of the thousands of daggers burying themselves in the back of her head, she didn't show it. And that just irritated Berry even more. "Argh! I can't get one more drink out of these people! That table was replaceable anyways!" She shook her head and hopped down to the floor on all fours. "I'm done, Vin'. See ya Tuesday." The white mare didn't even blink as her friend trotted out the door and to the conveniently placed pub across the street. A soft thump sounded as the grey mare went silent, her hoof falling to the table. Beauty Brass looked back over at her new silent friend. The cellist was staring off toward the other end of the room, all of her conversation dead in the air. The tuba player looked at her friend with a curious concern. "Octy, you alright?" She gazed across the room, trying to see whatever Octavia was seeing. Rather quickly, she spotted another mare across the space staring back at her friend. She blushed, a visible hue showing through her coat. She wove her hoof in front of Octavia's face, jolting the mare back out of her trance. "Huh, wha- whosit- Oh, heh, uh, hi, Brass!" Her cheery smile played across her face, but her friend kept blushing, but smiling at the same time. "You okay, Octy? You were staring at that mare over there... for about a minute." A teasing tone entered her face, but the smile stayed where it was. This time, it was the other mare's turn to blush, who began looking everywhere but her friend. "N-no I wasn't! That pony over there? Pfft, I wasn't staring at her, she's just like any old unicorn. Heh." "You sure? Because you were staring at her pretty hard. I could almost see you eating her up." A stifled giggle permeated through the booth they were in, while the cellist went from a nice charcoal grey to a nice shade of crimson. "No I wasn't! Don't be so vulgar," Octavia said, sniffing as she turned her head. Suddenly, an mean idea popped into Beauty Brass's mind. "Oh, look at the time, I have to go home and get some sleep, see ya on the eighth!" She rose out of the booth and trotted to the door, feigning obliviousness to her friend's frantic pleading. As the brass player left the building, Octavia glanced back over at the white unicorn. When she saw that she was looking back over too, they both glanced away and blushed again. Bucking Beauty Brass... Sighing, the cellist placed her head in her hooves. "Of all the ponies I could have met here..." She glanced back at the white mare, who also was stealing glances. "...I meet a tomcolt." But she looks really good... Over the din of the pub, Vinyl could hear the trotting of hooves on the tile floor. Her ears perked up and she turned her head. Oh Celestia... she's coming over here! Each step sounded like thunder to her ears, and the world seemed to slow down as Vinyl looked at the approaching figure from hoof to head. Oh... My... She shook her head. "No no no, you're a strong mare... Use the Charm." After turning back to the bar, she downed the rest of her drink and took a deep breath. You got this. You got this. Bringing her head back up, she started to turn to face the mare when she heard a smooth, regal voice. "Uhm, hi there." Vinyl flailed her forehooves and nearly fell out of her seat, but recovered and glanced at the now snickering grey mare. "I, uh, um..." She used a forehoof to push her shades against her face. She grinned. "Hey, babe. Want a drink?" The grey mare squinted her eyes a little, examining the unicorn like she was a bug. "What makes you think that I want a drink? Or a drink with you?" The white mare just stared back through the shaded lenses, but was about to sweat up a storm. "Well, you sorta trotted over to me." This time the Earth pony blushed, and the unicorn chuckled. "I have that effect on mares..." The grey mare blushed even redder, and the unicorn began to laugh out loud. She turned to the barmare and asked, "Alright, can I get two Applejack Daniel's, for me and the beautiful mare next to me," she gestured to the mare who was now blushing in the seat next to Vinyl. The barmare just smiled and said, "Sure thing, Vin'." She leaned in and whispered into the DJ's ear, "Also, thanks for spacing out; Berry can be such a little filly when she's blasted." As she chuckled the barmare trotted over and got out the drinks as the mares turned back to each other. "So you're the famous Vinyl Scratch? Didn't think I'd find you in a Canterlot pub. Or anywhere in Canterlot." She extended her hoof and was met with the DJ's. "I'm Octavia Philharmonia. I'm a cellist player with the Canterlot Symphony." Vinyl's ears perked up at this. "Wait, you play in the Symphony? I've been trying to get somepony to let me record them and remix their stuff, but Celestia, it's like they don't think dubtrot is a type of music!" "Well, that's because they don't,Vinyl. Well, at least most of those close-minded ponies. I, however... could deal with your antics, I think." Those eyes shades... I wonder what her eyes look like...