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// A Serious Talk with Octavia 
// Story: A sequel to My Little Dashie 
// by Lonepone 
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...I awake to a pounding headache, and confusion. I feel a weight on my top left arm, and so I look at it, and what I see shocks me. Lying there, curled up against me, is Vinyl Scratch. I can see her sides, gently rising and falling from her breathing. Her mouth is slightly open, and I can hear her slightly snoring. Her mane is tickling me where it touches me, and I have some in my face. I look down into her face, and she looks perfectly happy and content. Her eyes are shut, but my memory can vividly describe her rose colored irises.

My headace returns tenfold, so I walk downstairs into the kitchen for a glass of water. I go down, grab it, and drink. As I'm walking back up to my coach, I notice I room I didn't see before.

I walk into the living room, which I hadn't noticed before. I look out the big window that almost fills up the entire outside wall, and I can see we're on a hill, outside of ponyville by a few miles.
Its a wonderful sight, with the large equestrian moon hanging low over the town, the stars in the sky, and the few street lights on, the snow lightly falling. It reminds me of one of the nights back at my old home, with the storm clouds hanging in one side of the sky, the moon in the other. 

I hear someone behind me, and I stay standing there as they walk up behind me. It’s Octavia. She stands there next to me, also looking out the window, not saying anything. The silence stretches for several minutes, before she says something.

“Can’t sleep?”

“No” I say. I wait a few seconds, not knowing if she knows what happened, or if she does, what she'll do. “Looks amazing from right here”

“That it does” she evenly replies. I can tell she’s waiting to tell me something, so I stay quiet, enjoying the moment. 

She apparently makes up her mind then, for she says: “I use to live in manhattan, playing in a large orchestra. I had everything I wanted and needed. Nice food, my music, a nice, big house. 

Until the day came that I realized, I ate alone, I played in an orchestra, but I played alone. My house was big, but empty of anything living other than myself. I had never needed, or wanted, friends. Until that day. 

So, I went home, put on what I thought was a nice shirt, and headed out to one of the local clubs. I thought it would be all refined, all high class. I wasn’t expecting a loud, noisy, obnoxious group of people. I thought it would be quite, with waiters going around, serving wine, maybe a cellist and pianist playing in the corner. 

This contrasted so differently with my thought, I decided to buy a drink, then go home. I walked up to the bar, sat down at a seat next to a mare with electric blue hair. I asked the bartender for a chablis, a type of wine, and he just gave me a funny look. 

The mare next to me spun around and bought me a hard cider, saying ‘she doesn’t know what shes doing here. Get her a hard cider, on me.’ I said thanks, but I don't know how to repay you. She brushed it off, saying it was ‘no biggie’, and asking me what my name was. I told here Octavia, and she said her name was Vinyl Scratch. ‘just call me Vinyl, though’ she said. We talked for, oh, I don’t know, must have been hours. We became good friends pretty quickly.

I asked her if she had a place to stay, since she didn't look like she was from around here. She said no, and I told her she could stay with me if she wanted to. She came home with me, and we have lived together as friends like that for years. Eventually, we moved here following an incident of Vinyl’s that I can’t tell you. 

In all the time I have known here, she has never opened up to anyone like you. She flirts with everpony, but she’ll never actually connect with someone like she did with you. I don’t know what it means, but think about that before you do anything stupid, that ponies like you and here are so susceptible to doing. And remember, if you brake her heart, you will have two incredibly pissy mares hating you ” She finishes, and looks down, as if suddenly self conscious. 

I decide to say this: “So you do know about last night. We didn't bang or anything, just acted like drunken fools”

We stand for about 15 minutes, looking at the town down below us, before I decide to try and get some more sleep. “I’m going to try and get more sleep. You should too, alright?” I say.

“Alright. Good night, Dashie. Sleep well" she says

“Good night”