Chapter 2 -
“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.”
― Henry Ellis
The room was dim, not dark mind you, as dusty as it was it was one of the only quiet rooms in the club. Thus it was a quick choice for ponies who wanted to “Discuss” or do things that generally would not be allowed anywhere but at home. So there, one pony sat, while the other paced around in a circle. One pony, sitting calmly, dark haired and a bowtie, the other, electric blue hair, and purple glasses, complete opposites. Yet old friends.
“Two years... two whole years Octavia, what the buck happened?” Vinyl began as the club was slowly emptied of its members.
“I'm sorry Vinyl bu-”
“Was it because of the... the party? If that... I can forget and we never have to talk about it.” Vinyl quickly interrupted refusing to stop there.
“That added to it all Vinyl... I never knew... and well it was... quite... unexpected.”
“You never knew huh? Well I am! Was it a problem? Was it because it is who I am?”
“No Vin-”
“Because if it is then-”
“Vinyl if that was why, I would be a HYPOCRITE!!” Octavia nearly shouted the last word, once she did it was as if a huge weight was removed from her chest.
“What? I... thats-” Suddenly alert and standing still, wide eyed and a straight face.
“I uhh... well that was unexpected Octy.... I uhh, wow I suck at this....”
“Oh, you're fine Vinyl, I would be as shocked as you if a old friend came to you and said something like that.”
“I would hope so, this is, wow...”
Silence enveloped to two, the two used-to-be friends, the two opposites. Silence was in fact a virtue, giving each of them time to think. Thinking about what they used to be, thinking about what sent them away, thinking about, them. After a minute or two they continue their conversation.
“So, how was Canterlot?”
“Do you really want to know?”
“No.”
“Well then, don’t ask.” Octavia said jokingly
“Whatever, I was fine, thanks for asking, no depression for me, nope just happy me all the live-long motherbucking day.” Vinyl said as she began a rant.
“Well, I’m sorry I didn't-”
“Not like I missed you, c’mon lots of friends. So many friends who have known each other for a thousand buckin’ years leave without so much of a how-do-you-do.
“Vinyl, damnit, I said I was sorry, you caught me off guard, can we, you know... start over?
“No, we can start where we left off, minus that one night.
“Ha... so serious... where is the Vinyl Scratch I know?”
“She lost you...”
“So, friends?”
“We will see.” Vinyl said, at probably the high point for intelligence, she continued. “It takes a long time to grow an old friend, and even longer to get one back.”
“Who was that?” Octavia asked, knowing Vinyl couldn't think all that up by herself.
“John Leonard, with a little more... me.”
With that, the two sat for what seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes, dead silence, sad, yet still happy. Complete opposites, yet friends. Maybe something more?