Four months. Four months had it been since Octavia had made the best choice of her life. Four months since Vinyl had gotten her job as a co-owner in the nightclub. And four months since Octavia had gotten the best marefriend ever.
And now, Octavia and Vinyl was placed neatly on a couple of chairs. Flowers, gifts and decorations all around. A band playing calm music in the background. Parents lurking around in neat clothes. Even the princess was there, lurking around the snack table. Of course the princess was there. After all Spitfire was pretty close to the royals, so who else would be the priest?
No, no it was not Octavia and Vinyl getting married. But as Spitfire had predicted her now to be husband had asked for her hoof in marriage. Tears of joy had been Spitfires answer. And now here they were, sitting trough the endless speeches from family and friends of the couple.
As Octavia had promised she’d played during the ceremony and everything had gone without a hitch. That is if you don’t count the wall eyed mail mare crashing trough a window at some point, that and the fact that a scroll with the royal seal had popped into existence right in front of the princess.
It was not only Spitfire and Neon life had treated well though. Vinyl and Octavia had managed to get a much bigger apartment just ten minutes away from Joe’s, who’s business was going great. He was even thinking about expanding.
As for Octavia, she still worked in the nightclub. Though she and Vinyl had decided to try and make a song together, turned out to be a success. They’d been messaged by several record companies afterwards, but they declined it all. They did not want to give in to those greedy bastards at a promise of fortune and fame.
The song however had made their names a little known and suddenly the nightclub was filled to the brink almost every night. Neon and Vinyl had been talking about extending it to a second location in Manehattan.
For the more romantic part of their life things had not changed one bit. They almost did everything together, and you rarely saw one without the other just a tail behind. And for the more private life, that was none of your business.
Back at the wedding the speeches was finally over and the more lively part of the wedding would was about to begin. Vinyl had already sneaked out to prepare her set. After she’d played on the royal wedding Neon and Spitfire had agreed she’d get to play on theirs as well.
The ponies moved out of the wedding location and into the gardens. Where the music started instantly. It was a familiar song, yet different. Octavia recognised it as the song Vinyl had made for the royal wedding, though this time she had remixed it and added a couple of elements to it.
Ponies danced to the tune all around Octavia, after working in the nightclub for so long Octavia had gotten more and more used to dancing to this kind of music. When Vinyl said she would teach Octavia how to work in a nightclub she’d never expected half of it raving to the music.
None the less the enjoyed every second of it. Why would she not? Amazing music, the mood was perfect and she had the love of her life with her. Well the mood was pretty perfect when none of the ponies had a little too much to drink, and the music was mostly amazing. But the love of her life was never questioned.
“Hey Octavia,” Spitfire shouted to her. The cellist has lost track of time and been dancing for quite a while. “Crazy dance moves you’ve got there, but mind taking a break? I need to talk with you.”
Octavia ceased her dancing and trotted over to the wonderbolt. “Hey Spitfire, what a wonderful wedding this is.” Octavia smiled at the bride. “And might I add you look stunning in that dress, where did you get it?”
“By a fashion designer in ponyville called Rarity. You should put down an order yourself soon, I heard she’s very busy now a days,” Spitfire said with a sly smirk.
“I’m afraid I fail to understand what you mean.” Octavia looked very confused.
“Oh nothing,” Spitfire mused. “But I’d better get going, the carriage that’s supposed to pick us up should be here soon. I don’t wanna miss out on my own honeymoon after all,” Spitfire said and gave Octavia a hug. “Make sure to have a nice evening.”
“I will, and make sure you get some sleep tonight,” Octavia replied with a wink. “Goodbye Spitfire.”
“Aw, you make it sound like we’ll never meet again.” Spitfire said in a joking manner. “I guess I’ll see you later then Octavia.” She said and started walking towards her husband.
“Oh and you have to fill me in on all the details later,” Octavia shouted before giving a final wave.
On stage Vinyl had just finished the last song of the evening. Octavia looked over at her dj who in return flashed her a nervous grin. That was strange. Vinyl was never nervous when on her set, well her set was over. So what was there to be nervous about? Before she could think any further about it a voice spoke up in the microphone.
“I have an announcement to make,” It was Vinyl talking. “This night has been the most awesome celebration I’ve ever been to. So give an applause to the wedding couple!” In response the crowd stomped their hooves and cheered in approval. “However, there is one thing that could make this night even better. And that is if my one and only love would give me the pleasure of becoming the luckiest mare in all of Equestria. I guess what I’m trying to say is. Octavia, will you marry me?”
The grey mare was speechless. Did she just hear what she thought she heard? Definitely. Tears left her eyes, but she could do nothing further. She pushed the last of her willpower and finally managed to squeeze out a reply.
“Yes, yes I will.”
Vinyl charged off the set and straight into her fiance's hooves. They were both knocked over and fell to the ground. None of them cared though, right now all they wanted was to be close.
“I love you Tavi.”
“I love you too Vinyl.” With that their lips met in the most divine kiss of their entire life.