Chapter Nine: The Hangover
LCA woke up with a pounding headache, and in the same bed that he didn't quite remember falling asleep. He looked over to his left and saw Vinyl lying next to him, still sleeping. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of the cute mare as she slept. He set his head back down on the pillow to try and ease the pain inside his head. He tried to remember what had happened last night, but most of it was just a blur after they had made it back to Vinyl's place and started drinking the wine. However, he DID remember one thing, and he was fine if he didn't remember the rest.
After a few minutes of resting his head, he slid silently out of bed and slowly walked out of the room, making sure he didn't wake Vinyl. He walked to the beginning of the hallway, and walked down the stairs. Form there, he went back into the living room, where he and Vinyl had been the night before. He sat down on the couch and pulled out his phone. He looked at the screen and his stomach twisted. Seven missed calls, five text messages, all from Flash.
"Ok, this is not good." He said to himself. "She can't be that mad, right? I mean it's not like she is gonna kill me."
LCA unlocked his phone, and went to call Flash back. Her phone rang three times, and LCA was hoping she wouldn't pick up. His hopes were shattered by the sound of Flash's voice through the phone.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Flash screamed. "I have been trying to get ahold of you for three hours, and I have gotten your voicemail every damn time!"
"I know, I know, look, I am sorry." LCA said. "Vinyl and I got a little bit too crazy, and I have been asleep, trying to cure my headache."
"I told you specifically NOT to get too crazy, and what did you do?" Flash asked, still in a furious rage.
LCA quietly set the phone down on the table, and walked into the kitchen to get something to eat. The kitchen was just as glamorous and beautiful as the rest of her house. He opened the walk in pantry, and grabbed some cereal. He opened a few cabinets, and found a bowl. He pulled it out, and made himself a bowl of cereal. He walked back into the living room, and found Vinyl talking to Flash on his phone.
"Yep, ok, ok, sounds good, o-, ok, ok, got it, yep, ok, bye." Vinyl finished up on the phone. "She is pissed."
"Yeah, I couldn't stand her yapping in my ear for another minute." LCA replied.
"Do you have a pounding headache too?" Vinyl asked.
"Yeah, it is so bad, it hurts just to think." LCA complained.
"Yeah, I know the feeling," Vinyl said, "but we need to get you to the studio within ten minutes or your flank is fried."
"Ugh, alright." LCA groaned. "Let's get going then."
"Oh, don't worry, we will be going there in style." Vinyl said. "Follow me."
Vinyl walked over to a door and opened it up. Behind the door, lied the garage that held several Lamborghinis. LCA walked into the garage and looked around. Lamborghinis of every color sat parked on either side of the garage.
"So, which one do you want to take?" Asked Vinyl.
LCA looked around and found one that matched his purple color. "Let's take this one." He said.
"Sounds good, let's get goin, you are driving." Vinyl replied.
Vinyl tossed the keys to LCA, and hopped into the passenger seat. LCA got into the drivers seat, and put the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life and LCA got a giant grin across his face. Vinyl couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. LCA backed out of the spot, and drove through the open garage door. He flew down the driveway and drifted left onto the road towards the studio. The normal ten minute drive only took about two with LCA driving a supercar. He pulled into the parking lot and drifted into a parking spot.
"Wow, you are the best driver I have ever seen." Vinyl said. "Even I can't drive that good."
"Yeah, well when you run from the royal guards as much as I have," LCA replied, "you either learn to drive good, or you get thrown in jail."
"Well, let's head inside, and see your hell mare." Vinyl said with a frown. "Hopefully we won't be murdered."
LCA and Vinyl both went into the studio, and walked up to the receptionist.
"Hey Vinyl, I don't think you any recording time on the list today." Said the mare. "But LCA, I heard you were in some hot water, today AND last night."
Vinyl and LCA looked at each other, and then back at the receptionist.
"Riiiiiiiight, can you just sign me in?" LCA asked.
"Yeah, sure." The mare said. "Just head right up, she is on the second floor."
LCA and Vinyl walked up the stairs rather than taking the elevator. When they got to the third floor, they turned left and walked all the way down the hallway, to the very last room. Vinyl opened the door slowly, and walked in, followed by LCA. Flash was sitting at a desk, working at a computer.
"It's about damn time you two got here!" Flash yelled. "C'mon LCA, let's get started."
LCA started walking towards the booth, but Vinyl stopped him. He turned around, and Vinyl slid the keys back into his hooves.
"It's yours kid, your welcome. Now go show what you can do."