When me and Vinyl finally got to her apartment, there was a gray mare standing in the doorway with a disinterested look on her face. Her cutie mark was a treble clef: the clef I find hardest to read. Not unlike this mare, I was having a hard time reading her feelings. "Who are you supposed to be?" she asked, in a sultry, British-accented tone.
"Pleased to meet you. I am Mike. You must be Tavi. Vinyl's told me so much about you. Her description of your beauty is true: Words can't describe it," I said, flatteringly.
"You know Vinyl? Well, let me tell you something. Vinyl is mine. You can't take her away from me, you got that?"
"Yes, ma'am. I'm just here. because Vinyl said I could crash for the night. She said she'd hoped you'd be OK with it. Besides, I totally respect you and Vinyl being together. I wouldn't have it any other way."
Her hard-ass personality lightened a little at that. "Well, if that's all you came for, why didn't you say so? Come on in. Over on your right is the kitchen."
I saw a little room with a fridge, stove, and microwave. "Cute," I mumbled.
"Over here is the couch. Unless Vinyl has a pull-out bed stashed anywhere, I guess this is where you'll stay tonight."
"I think there might be one in the storage room for you, Mike. Give me a second," Vinyl said, disappearing behind a corner and coming back with a mattress in her magic. It flopped to the floor, and she asked, "This OK?"
"Yeah, I think it'll work. Mind if I raid your fridge?" I asked.
"Go ahead. You should tame that beast in your stomach."
I chuckled at the comment. I looked at the contents of the fridge in dismay. There were grass-and-daffodil sandwiches in little plastic bags. The only thing that looked remotely edible were milkshakes. "What's in this, if you don't mind me asking?" I asked, holding the milkshake above my head.
"Oh, you don't want that. It's been in there forever. It's gonna be nasty," Vinyl said, knocking it into the trash can I hadn't even seen.
"Try one of the sandwiches. You might like them. Your people like sandwiches, right?" Tavi asked.
"We love sandwiches, but I've never had a daffodil or grass before. This should be interesting," I said, unwrapping the plastic from one of the sandwiches. Here goes. I took a bite, and... it was fuckin' AMAZING! Why didn't anyone tell me grass and daffodils stuffed in between two pieces of bread was this good?
Vinyl and Tavi laughed at my wondrous expression. "It's that good, huh?" Vinyl asked.
"HELL YEAH!" I said, spewing crumbs everywhere in the process. "Sorry."
"You're cleaning it up. You know that, right?"
"Yeah, yeah. Where's your broom and dustpan?"
"Over in that closet," Tavi said, pointing with her hoof.
I looked at my watch. 2:00 a.m. Oh, shit. I should get to bed. I gotta lotta stuff to do in the next few days. "I'm really tired. I should get to bed before I pass out."
"Yeah, that's not a bad idea right about now. Good night, Mike. Good night, Vinyl," Tavi said, as she trotted towards her and Vinyl's room.
"Night, Tavi," me and Vinyl said in unison.
"Well, I'm gonna go to bed, too. Night, Mike," Vinyl said, turning and trotting towards her lover.
That bed looked really comfy right about now. Almost the moment my head hit that pillow, I fell asleep. The only reason I woke up was because I was cold and went to go get a blanket.
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A/N: This is not the end. Mike helping the mane 6, Derpy, and Vinyl will be separate stories. See you there!