//------------------------------// // Chapter Six: Go Vinyl Scratch // Story: Scratched Twice // by Dogerot //------------------------------// At first glance into Vinyl Scratches bedroom, one first impression on its current condition would’ve been that an implosion of disaster upon itself that even Discord himself would've been proud to claim as his handiwork. A laptop emitted a bland tune atop a barley desk that shared a similar the guise as the floor. Both were covered in a chaotic blanket that consisted of records, remnants of food wrappers and beer cans carelessly scattered throughout the small bedroom apartment. Tuck away in the corner on top a frame-less mattress: concealed by a makeshift nest of sheets slept a very hangover Vinyl Scratch. Standing in the door way stood Rhythm, (a cobalt blue unicorn mare, with a silvery white, red steak mane and a two eighth note cutie mark), who happen to be struck with the internal debate at how approach the hangover DJ. It was now three in the afternoon; she had given Vinyl more than enough time to recuperate from this recent weekend’s long array of gigs that they both had worked. Rhythm sighed, annoyed at the fact that she often was way too permissive with the DJ antics, but she guess it came the familiarity with how long she knew Vinyl Scratch who in turn dealt with her annoying traits. She easily could make out where the DJ was hidden, Approaching the pony, careful not to step anything of value. She gave firm prod into the lump to make to contact with what she prayed to Celestia was pony. Not getting a replied she gave a much harder sharper prod into mass to be blessed with Vinyl Scratch groaning in annoyance. "Come on Scratch, get up, I gots something for you if get up”, Rhythm said sweetly while continually prodding the DJ in vain attempt to coax her friend out of bed. The DJ in her irritation lashed out by mumbling harshly “piss off” to the blue mare before burying herself further into her cosy nest to show her resilience. Rhythm not one to easily give into Vinyl Scratches willful nature, gave a pout in mock defeat at her fellow the unicorns stubbornness. She grinned sinisterly as she saw the answer to getting her bedridden friend up. Adjacent to the makeshift bed was a simple crafted nightstand, it bore the half-finished beer a top it, but what caught Rhythms attention was the infamous pair violet tinted shades that the DJ was rarely seen without. Forgoing any hesitation, she snatched the glasses and bolted out the room, but not forgetting to hastily muffle, ‘got yer shads scratch”, to taunt the mare out of bed. Then with surprisingly speed the DJ lunged out form her bed to begin chase. There were many things associated with Vinyl scratch aka DJ PON-3; like how she was known to be a mellow fun loving Pony that was seldom ever seen agitated. However there was one thing that would set her off. Some pony touching her personal belongings, especially her prized shaded glasses. They bounded throughout their apartment; dodging furniture and any other loose debris before Vinyl manage to overtake her blue roommate. In which the chase part ended but transpired into a brief grapple. Ending with Rhythm pinned as Vinyl Scratch sat atop her the victor. Accepting defeat the cobalt blue mare relinquish her hold on prized shades, glad to at least have the DJ up so that they could on with their day. "Ok Vinyl you win, can you off me now?" The shades now back with their rightful owner, a smug Vinyl Scratch hop off her roommate and proceeded her way towards their kitchen. A mutual understanding between two was that whoever lost during their shenanigans would treat the victor. The blue mare in this instance made her to their kitchen to prepare quick meal for the two while the proud victor sat patiently for her prized. "Any particular reason you need me up or you just couldn't handling being without me for too long" the DJ asked sweetly to tease her fellow mare. Without missing a beat the blue mare answered back," No my dear sweet Vinyl Scratch, I somehow manage, but it seems you've forgotten what today is".She waited for the mare to catch on of what today was for them, but when all the DJ did was stare back at her bewildered. She stated simply, “it’s Wednesday Scratch". "Uuuggggh...", groaned the DJ. Due a mutual agreement made long ago, every Wednesday they would take the time to sort through their mail, organising bills, wayward letter or two, and junk mail. This incredibly boring mundane chore filled Vinyl Scratch with dread. Which often lead to some amusing scenarios where the DJ would attempt to find any possible way to avoid chores she found excruciating boring. "Geez Vinyl, it's not even that big a stack, it's only the middle the month. “Her assurance towards white mare didn't lift her grim mood at all as she continue to huff. “Can you at least grab the bin while I clear the table?" She asked the sullen mare. Who at despite her lack of enthusiasm towards this chore at least levitated bin of mail to their makeshift home office (the every loyal and multi- purpose dining rooming table). Dumping the bin unceremoniously onto the table with a swoosh, both mares not thrilled to have to this begun sorting. Junk, junk , court order...more junk, bill...meh ,Junk a letter from Octavia Philharmonica , caught the DJs attention . Hastily glancing to her roommate, glad to see her counterpart deeply focus on her half, she proceed to investigate the letter address to her. Octavia Philharmonica; the name didn't quite ring a bell as somepony she knew too well, but she shrugged it off as she opened the letter. Dear Miss Vinyl Scratch, I’m not sure if you remember me and I wouldn't be surprise if you didn't. We met roughly two months ago and spent the evening together celebrating my birthday. The reason I'm mailing you is that I wouldn't mind the chance to have a get together. Whatever works to your convince would be fine seeing as I have a lot free time at the moment. I look forward to your reply and to getting a chance to as you said in your last letter to "hangout". Sincerely yours, Octavia Philharmonica Contemplating the meaning "at your convince", the DJ glanced over at small stack of mail that stilled needed sorting. She then reasoned that this was her most convenient time to excuse or ditch mail day in pursuit of something much less boring. Besides it would nice hang with a new friend that she hadn’t seen in long time. Not like she had to anything worry right now other than Rhythm being royally pissed with her later. “Vinyl, why aren't working on your half?" Rhythm had finally notice the lack of work getting done by white mare. Also she could read the slight change in demeanor that hinted that the white pony was possibly planning something that probably end up leaving her boiling mad. "Umm... Something important just came up that I need go deal with... So I better get goooo...." The DJ didn't give her friend the chance to stall her escape as she made a beeline for the door; leaving a an irritated Rhythm left to finish sorting their mail. Freedoom.Yay