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// After the credits 
// Story: The Music Goes On 
// by bahatumay 
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	Turntable walked back into Octavia's house, carrying loads of mail. She sorted them out onto the table, muttering as she did. 

"Fan mail, fan mail, fan mail, bill, fan mail, another bill, that's a scam, that's fan mail..."

Octavia watched with baited breath. "Is there anything for me?" she asked as innocently as possible. 

"Nope," Turntable said, shaking her head. "Are your fans being too quiet? I can write you fan mail if you'd like."

Octavia hid a smile. "I suppose you could; but as a general rule, fan mail usually consists of compliments on performances and gratitude for influence, not just propositions of a sensual nature."

Turntable shrugged. "Works, doesn't it? I mean, you know you like it."

Octavia grinned. "I suppose I must concede that point. It is somewhat enjoyable to be thought of as... that kind of mare."

Turntable gave her marefriend a quick swat on the cutie mark with her tail. "You mean really, really, really, really good looking?"

"...Something like that?"

Turntable laughed. "So what exactly are you waiting for? The High-Class Snooty Pony club to get back to you on your application? Ooh! Or did the Bow-tie Wearers' Guild elect you their next president?"

Octavia gave Turntable a playful shove. "Not at all. I just... You remember I assaulted a guard, right? And I've been expecting my court summons for about a week now, and it still hasn't come."

"Oh, yeah. About that..."

The guilty tone Turntable's voice took made Octavia's eyebrow raise. "What?"

"First of all, they have guards hoof-deliver court summons, so you can't use a 'I didn't get it' or 'it got lost in the mail' excuse."

"And...?" Octavia prompted. 

Turntable didn't quite meet Octavia's eyes as she continued. "Did you know that for all the security in the Canterlot Courthouse, they really don't pay that much attention to janitors?"

Octavia's eyes widened. "You didn't..."

Turntable played with her hooves. "It's very possible that I may or may not have disguised myself as a janitor and I may or may not have snuck into the judge's chambers and I may or may not have eaten the paper with your arrest record on it and since they can't bring you to court without the record of your arrest, it is very possible that you may probably never get a summons." She grinned sheepishly. "Surprise!"

Octavia was aghast. "Turntable!" she gasped. "That is illegal on so many levels! I- I don't even know where to start! And to think, you could have gotten caught or worse!"

Turntable laughed. "Caught? Tavi, I'm offended! Did you ever notice that for all the arrests Vinyl Scratch had, she only ended up in court for misdemeanors and noise violations?"

Octavia blinked. "Well, now that you mention it..."

Turntable grinned. "I've had plenty of practice, that's all I'm saying. And if it keeps you next to me, I'd do it again."

Octavia put her head in her hooves and sighed. "You are incorrigible."

Turntable shrugged. "Yeah, what can I say? You love me for it."

Octavia half-grinned even with her face buried. "That I do." She gasped as she felt a set of teeth close gently around her left ear. 

"That's not all you love me for, as I recall," Turntable whispered, her breath warm against Octavia's sensitive ear. 

Octavia subconsciously ran her tongue along her teeth. This was true. This was very, very true.