//------------------------------// // Act 1/Part 2 - I Saw Her Standing There // Story: Vinyl Crosses Abbey Load // by Listie The Scribe Maid //------------------------------// VINYL CROSSES ABBEY LOAD Based off of Abbey Load by Beatallica Written by That Gamer! ACT 1, PART 2: I Saw Her Standing There "One, two, three, YEAH!" The band onstage began playing some kinda rock 'n' roll/beat song. Not that Vinyl cared. She was too fixated on the roommate she previously had no feelings for. Wow, she looks damn good for a seventeen year old... Vinyl thought, getting a dreamy look on her face that was completely out of character for her. Well, she's actually forty-seven... But you know what I mean, "you" being me. I think. Anyways, damn, she looks so beyond compare. I gotta make a move somehow... Just then, Octavia looked back at Vinyl and called over to her, "I vas right, shoeshine doesn't exisit, so I'm just going to get you a Nile Ibiza. Is that OK?" "Um... Sure, whatever!" Vinyl yelled back, knowing at that instant that she'd truely fallen in love. Octavia nodded and turned back to the bartender. "Could you two please stop shouting at each other?" the bartender asked. "She's just across the floor!" "Vhatever you vant, Gums," Octavia answered with a half-mutter. Man, I was not ready for that... Vinyl continued to think to herself. I really gotta do something before my heart explodes. I should start simple. Do something completely the opposite of what I did this morning. So, having gone through that thought process, Vinyl got up and slowly made her way across that room. And, of course, against her better wishes, her went boom while she did so. Anyways, as it was expected, Vinyl made to Octavia, with the intentions of simply taking Tavia's hoof in her's. But... "Vinyl, are you really that impatient for a drink that you needed to come over here to get it yourself?" Octavia enquired, raising what should be an eyebrow. "Um..." this was another thing Vinyl didn't expect. "No... I was just going to, um... Take these back to the table for you!" "I can do so myself," Octavia reminded Vinyl. "You don't have anything to hold them with," Vinyl argued. She hoped to the high heavens she didn't sound rude, which, if you know her, is impossible. "Didn't stop me from playing cello," Octavia retorted, "Well... MAGICK!" Vinyl exclaimed, taking the drinks and going back to their table. Octavia sighed and shook her at that, going back to said table. Typical Vinyl... "Here, this is yours!" Vinyl offered. She hoofed Octavia her drink as she sat down. "Yeah, I made sure to get mine non-alcoholic," Octavia muttered. She took a sip of her drink and commented, "They actually made it that vay. For once. I don't go to bars often, but they alvays get it vrong and I end up not drinking anything." Vinyl sighed dreamily. "I-I know what you mean. Hey, you wanna dance through the night?!" "I'd rather just sit here," Octavia, stirring her drink around, said. "Sure, sure, why not," Vinyl said quickly. Damn it. I thought that would work. Swear I heard a song just about this. Maybe I should try something more... Direct. "...I heard the guy vho made that drink died," Octavia continued her history lesson. "I dunno if it was recent or not, but I do know that he did pass avay... Really, you should try it." "Oh, I guess," Vinyl said, getting back to the reality at hand, quickly drinking a little. "VELL?" "Damn better then I expected!" Vinyl commented. "Huh, guessing does vork." Octavia smiled at that revelation. "Yeah, I know, I've done it my whole life," Vinyl joked. "Speaking of which, I'm gonna guess what you need-" "Let me guess," Octavia cut Vinyl off. "A date." Vinyl gasped. "You're a genius!" "I knov I am," Octavia sighed in an annoyed manner. "Hey, don't sound like that," Vinyl told her pal. "I really think you do. Just some kind of pony to get you out of the house more often!" "You first," Octavia growled, rubbing her forehead and downing her drink. "Look... Vinyl... Vinny or vhatever... I don't need you to continue setting me up on dates! I vant to date vhen I knov I found the one vho's right for me! Remember the last date... The last 10... THE LAST TVENTY... THIRTY YOU SET ME UP ON!? I get around more the Bronies think Rainbov Dash does!" "What's so bad about that?" Vinyl asked in a half-sarcastic manner. "ONE DROVE PINKIE INSANE," Octavia replied, "ONE NEARLY KILLED ME, ONE HAD ME ROB A BANK, ONE VAS AN AVFUL VRITER!... NO! NO MORE!" "Yeah, but the problem was those were all stallions," Vinyl, with a sly smile, pointed out. Octavia suddenly got a lot calmer and confused. "Are you suggesting vhat I think you're suggesting?" "That depends," Vinyl answered. "Tell me what I'm suggesting." "Look, Vinyl, I don't tune my instruments that vay," Octavia informed her amigo of the opposite spectrum the genre. "That wasn't what I suggested," Vinyl said flatly. "But you knov vhat I mean, right?" Octavia asked. Vinyl shook her head and Octavia said with a sigh, "I thought as much. Look, I am not letting you set me up on any more dates. Period. It doesn't matter if it's a stallion or especially a mare. Just forget it." "Well, you haven't heard who I was going to suggest yet," Vinyl said. "...Then vho is it?" Octavia enquired, still annoyed. There was a small silence, meant for suspense. Obviously. "Me!" Vinyl replied. If only you could have seen the small smile on her face when she said it. "You?" "Yes, Nyx, me, now shut up," Vinyl told the minor. She then said to Octavia, "Well, what do you think?" Another pause for suspense. "OK, nov I knov you're just kidding," Octavia deadpanned, getting up from the table. "You've been sarcastic like this all evening and I'm sick of it. Nov, if you'll excuse me, I'm going somevhere else to spend my time." And, of course, with that, she left. "..." Vinyl slammed her head onto the table, spilling her Ibizia Nile on th floor. "Damn it." Well... That could've gone better. Like, a whole buck ton better. Guess I gotta be even more direct. *dong!*