//------------------------------// // Chapter 1: Another long night // Story: Vinyl met him by Chance // by Fuckboi //------------------------------// It was a long night of partying, drinking and DJ’ing (if that’s even a word) and Vinyl slowly slumped back to her apartment. Yet again she had wasted every penny she earned on drinks at the club she had just worked at. Fortunately for her this nice colt offered to help her home. Now he’s practically carrying her and is probably thinking he’s going to get in bed with her real easy. She can hear it in his voice and see it in his eyes. “So you gonna lean on me all night or are you gonna go in” She hadn’t even realized they were at her door. All she can think about though is the rent. She just can’t get off her mind the fact that she’s flat broke and has 3 months of rent due. On top of that She can’t believe she’s even caring enough to have that on her mind when she’s completely wasted. Then she looks over at the almost golden colt walking her home with a chocolate brown mane and three horseshoes for a cutie mark. Her thoughts drift to his strong shoulders and soft warm coat. His dreamy brown eyes and his firm lips on his smirk smile… “I feel like a slut. Every time I come home drunk I wake up with a headache and a dude in my bed.” Vinyl looks in the mirror of her bathroom just outside the bedroom. She starts combing her hair but then ruffles it up afterwards looking almost exactly as she started. She grabs a jar of masquer and starts applying it to her eyes. She looks back to see the Stallion still asleep last nights sex and drinks sapping him of any will to wake up. “At least this time it was only one” she thinks quietly to herself. She's gotten used to finding quite a few ponies, on one particular occasion she recalls there were 3 other guys all in the bed when she got up. Then another thought comes to mind, Peanut Butter. SHE NEEDS peanut butter. Her mind becomes engulfed in the thought of the creamy goodness of the peanut butter sticking to her mouth. At about that time she decides right after she eats something and her headache clears up she’s kicking this guy out. She tiptoes into the kitchen and opens the pantry. The jar of peanut butter glows blue as she levitates it to the table while getting a spoon out of one of her drawers. She sits down and opens the jar. Or at least she tries to. “Damn this thing always gets stuck! What the buck is up with these things they could make them easier to open!” her angry voice carries to the bedroom waking up the pony in the bed, she doesn’t realize how loud she had been until she hears a voice behind her. “Need help with that?” His masculine voice sounds like he could make a colt grow a moustache just listening to him. He yawns and stretches before he walks over to her smiling sheepishly at Vinyl who stares at him stupidly. “Ya… um sure… I guess…” She has trouble forming words staring at him as he walks over and uncaps the jar with ease. For the first time a pony looks even better when she's sober than when she was drunk. Also his demeanor stirs a feeling she just can't put her hoof on. Subconsciously however she craves to be closer to him and her head leans in towards him. The pony picks up the jar of peanut butter and with a simple twist of the cap it pops open, “There that wasn’t so hard was it?” he chuckles at her and she blushes. “Where do I get a spoon?” he asks already walking over to the drawers. Vinyl has already taken a scoop of the creamy spread and is in mid bite as peanut butter fills her mouth “Te tird one on te reft.” “Turd on the ref?” He laughs at her as he grabs a spoon out of the designated drawer and walks back. “So… um... thanks for letting me stay over this is pretty far from my place so I really appreciate the stay.” “Ya I’m sure and the sex sure sweetened the deal too didn’t it?” She snorts at him. Her eyes roll and she realizes that he's just like the next guy. This kindness thing was probably just an act to get another shot at her... Her thoughts are interrupted by his response. He has a sense of shock in his voice but at the same time an underlying touch of amusement. “Sex what sex? My mother taught me better than to take advantage of a fine lady such as yourself. I offered to sleep on the couch but it was you who wouldn’t let me anywhere but the bed.” He blushes “I literally had to force you off of me once or twice." Vinyl loses focus on the spoon and it clatters to the floor. “You mean… we didn’t... ” “No of course not despite what you may have wanted at the time” he chuckles at her and her whole face turns a bright red. “Oh… um… sorry about that I get a bit… frisky… when I drink” Vinyl shrugs sheepishly and tries to laugh it off. This only amuses the pony she is looking at. “I can see that,” He chuckles at her “you were the DJ from last night right? DJ-Pon3 was it?” “Ya, well Dj-Pon3 is just my stage name my real name’s Vinyl Scratch, and you are?” “Chance, well Chance-a-lot, but most people just call me Chance.” He answers with an almost shy demeanor, which does not fit his build at all. An almost comical image of him his strong shoulders rolled forward and his head turned. Vinyl cannot resist the urge to laugh “Chance huh?” she chuckles again making him even more shy “Chance is a cute name” She smiles flirtingly at him making him blush. “Well um Vinyl… do you want to go out for some lunch?” he asks nodding at the clock. She looks over and her face turns from laughter to shock as she realizes the clock is almost 12 o'clock, she’s been talking to him for the last two hours. ‘How could it be it felt like five minutes but it has been two hours’ she thinks to herself. Her lack of an answer results in a worried look on Chance’s face and she realizes she completely forgot to answer the pony. “Sounds great, let’s go!” she smiles and they head out the door.