//------------------------------// // .... Give us something sweet to bite! // Story: GTVS: The Great Teacher Vinyl Scratch // by Mariacheat-Brony //------------------------------//         Vinyl walked to the end of the stage, her wolf tail swaying right and left, a microphone in her hand, and facing the costumed crowd of students and teachers in the school’s gymnasium. As only a few students, who had noticed her on stage, were paying attention, Vinyl brought the microphone to her wolf’s maws. When she pressed on another button hidden inside her glove, her mask let out a loud, scary howl that startled a great deal of her audience before it was joined by the excited whistles from their fellow students. “Good evening, Celestia’s Royal Academy!” Vinyl called in her microphone. “How is it going tonight?” the crowd shouted excitedly in response. “Now, come on! I’ve seen pups howling louder than that!” the students roared cheerfully. “Much better!” “From what I gathered, it’s the night when you’re supposed to be scared,” Vinyl continued slowly. “The night when you face your fears, and even more!” she glanced around. “You’re here for that, right?” “Yeah!” “Then, how about some musical accompagnement?” Vinyl slowly lifted her hand, in perfect synchronization with the stage’s curtains. “Hit it, Octavia!”         The vampiric cellist nodded, ignoring the whistles blown at her attention before bringing her bow against her instrument's strings as the lights in the room slowly died down, bringing the room in semi-darkness, and started playing.         As the music filled the room, the stage lights focused on Fiona who was standing in front of a microphone in the middle of the room. She took a short breath before opening her eyes, and leaning to the microphone. “Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange?” Fiona sang in a lugubre tone, shocking her audience who was used to her southern accent, before Viola and Laura came into the spotlight. “Come with us and you’ll see...This, our school of Halloween!” “This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Pumpkins scream in the dead of night.” “This is Halloween, everybody, make a scene, trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright!” “It’s our school! Everybody scream in this school of Halloween!”         Vinyl lunged in front of the stage, on her four, taking a feral pose in front of a surprised crowd. “I’m the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red!”  She sang in a slightly growling tone, the eyes of her mask lighting up with a bright red light, making the closest students gasp in shock. “I’m the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes…” Viola threw the small fake snakes she had prepared in the large sleeves of her sorceress dress at the crowd, scaring a great portion of them. “... and spiders in my hair!” she picked  a fake spider that was entwined in her hair up before patting it tenderly. “This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!” the musicians and the audience sang in chorus.         Fiona stepped away from the spotlight to start to play her fiddle and let Diana come closer to the microphone. “In this school, we call ours...Everyone hail to the pumpkin songs!” “In this school, don't we love it now? Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!” “Round that corner, man hiding in the trash can… Something's waiting now to pounce, and how you'll… SCREAM! This is Halloween, Red 'n' black, slimy green!” “Everybody scream! Everybody scream! In our school of Halloween!” “I am the clown with the tear-away face. Here in a flash and gone without a trace!” Henry chanted with the microphone set in front of his drums, of which he gave a deep note. “I am the "who" when you call, "Who's there?” I am the wind blowing through your hair!” Frederic sang slowly in a mysterious voice. “I am the shadow on the moon at night! Filling your dreams to the brim with fright!” Harpo sang in a hungry tone. “This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!” “Tender lumplings everywhere. Life's no fun without a good scare.” “That's our job, but we're not mean. In our school of Halloween” “This is Halloween, this is Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!” “In this school we call ours. Everyone hail to the pumpkin songs.” “La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la!”         The last notes were played before a deep silence filled the room when the music stopped, only to be replaced by a thunder of applause. They all called for another song. “Well, they’re all yours, kids,” Vinyl said softly as she walked backstage. “Make me more proud than I already am!”         The young musicians softly blushed at the praise. Nathan and Frederic exchanged a glance before nodding. Then the pianist started to play when the guitarist took a microphone and pulled his mask down. “It’s close to midnight…” the guitarist began to sing as the crowd exploded in cheers when they recognized the song. ~~~~~~~~ “Good job on preparing the kids, Vincenza. They’re lighting the school on fire!” Selene commented as Vinyl joined her and Dimitri next to the buffet. “Pumpkin juice?” she asked while offering a plastic cup filled with an orange beverage. “Thanks,” Vinyl replied as she took the glass before pulling her hood and mask up. “As for the kids, you should congratulate them when they’re done. I didn’t do much,” she added with a shrug. “I thought you two were on a prank war…” “The buffet is a safe zone,” Dimitri explained. “Also, we can see the stage pretty well from here.” “Where are Celeste and Theresa?” Vinyl asked with curiosity before her gaze fell on a disheveled Vice-Principal in a magician costume. “Cavalo! What happened to you?” “WELL, I… hum!” Theresa coughed before straightening her fake beard and pointy hat which were completely out of place. “Well.. I tracked our uninvited poultry guest up to the third floor, until she somehow locked me up in a closet for a good ten minutes!” “Poultry guest?” Vinyl cocked a confused eyebrow. “The one who bombarded Celeste and yourself with glitterdust?” Dimitri asked with curiosity. “Glitterdust?” Vinyl blinked uneasily. It was oddly familiar. “Yes!” Theresa snapped. “I don’t know how that girl does it, but I keep losing her in the crowd, or at the turn of a corridor! SHE’S WEARING A GIANT CHICKEN COSTUME! HOW DOES SHE NOT STAND OUT?!” Theresa yelled with a twitch of her right eye. “Hum, quick question,” Vinyl said with her forefinger raised in the air. “That girl in a chicken costume, she had slightly chubby cheeks and really, really bright blue eyes, right?” “How did you know?” Theresa asked in a shocked whisper. “Ok, just a few seconds,” Vinyl grabbed a handful of candies in the closest bowl she could find. “What the heck are you doing?” Selene asked with a frown when Vinyl threw the candies one by one toward the dancing crowd. “Setting the bait for the chicken hunt,” Vinyl replied slowly, throwing the candies closer to her. “Huh?” Dimitri and Theresa let out in confusion. “Shhh, just wait,” Vinyl whispered. “And watch,” she added after a good minute of waiting.         She nodded at the crowd, causing the three other teachers to look in that direction. Needless to say, they were very surprised to see a girl in a chicken costume made her way out of the crowd, her blue gaze focused on the trail of candies she picked up with excited noises, oblivious to the trap they represented. “Salve, Patty! Comè va?” [Hey, Patty! What’s up?] Vinyl called with a short chuckle when her friend picked up the last candy of the trail, the one lying not two feet from of her. “Hum?” Patty let out when she looked up at who was talking to her. “VINYL!” she shouted excitedly before pulling the werewolf into a bone crushing hug. “Patty, stop that..” Vinyl called as Patty buried her face in the teacher’s chest with pleased humming noises. “I’m serious, stop!” she demanded before wincing in pain as her friend tightened her grip. “Noooh, you have the softest, furriest pillows in the world,” Patty moaned softly. “I’ll never let you run away from me again!” “Patty, I never ran away from you in the first place, I moved out because of my job!” Vinyl let out with an impatient groan. “But, I’ll start considering it if you don’t let go right now!” “Hmmmmm, ok! Now, I’m good!” Patty released Vinyl after hugging her with more intensity for very short moment. “Friend of yours, I suppose?” Theresa asked, narrowing her eyes at the chicken girl. “Yeah,” Vinyl nodded slowly. “Patty, why are you here?” “Well, it’s Halloween, and you and I always go trick or treating on Halloween…” “Aren’t you a little too old to go trick or treating, Vincenza?” Dimitri asked in a mocking tone while Selene chuckled. “Aren’t you a little too old to play in a prank war wearing a knight, and a demon’s costume?” Vinyl asked back with a smirk. “Touché!” Selene lifted her arms in a surrendering move. “..then Rarity told me that, even if I came to Canterlot to ask you to go trick or treating with me, it would be useless because you had this party to attend. So, I realized that I like going to parties with you more than going trick or treating, even if there’s free candy in trick or treating, so I put on my costume, got on a bus, and here I am!” Patty ended her explanation, which had gone uninterrupted by Dimitri’s mockery. “Why didn’t you text me?” “I wanted to make it a surprise!” “By glittering my boss and her minion?” Vinyl asked with a sly smile. “Who’s the mi… HEY!” Theresa let out an offended shout. “Ooooooooh, the angel lady and the weirdo clown are your bosses…” Patty said in embarrassed realization. “IT’S NOT A CLOWN COSTUME!!!” Theresa insisted firmly. “Does she sound more angry at this girl for not recognizing her costume than when Vincenza called her a minion, or is it just me?” Dimitri asked Selene in confusion. “I think she does,” Selene let out slowly as Theresa and Patty were arguing about the former’s costume. “Jesters have bells on their hat, therefore your costume is one of a clown!” Patty argued. “Don’t you see the stars and moons on the robe? The pointy, sorcerer’s hat?” Theresa asked angrily. “Everything indicates that it’s a wizard costume!” “OH! Can you pull a rabbit out of your hat?” Patty asked in excitement. “Huh, no,” Theresa replied uneasily.         “Flowers out of a napkin?” “No.” “The trick with the newspapers and the milk?” “No.” “Where’s your wand?” “I don’t have one.” “Then you’re not a magician!” Patty stated with a small pout. “You can’t do tricks, you don’t have a wand, therefore you’re a clown, not a wizard!” “I..huh..WHAT?!” “Patty, look! They started a Halloween Conga line!” Vinyl pointed at the students forming a line on the dancefloor. “GAAAAHHHH!” Patty gasped loudly before darting to the Conga line with enthusiasm. “Hey, you ok?” Vinyl asked Theresa with sympathy. “She can be quite the handful when you’re not used to her antics.” “She’s crazy, that’s what she is!” Theresa growled. “Well, I’m not going to deny that,” Vinyl replied with a chuckle. “But, you’ll never find a sweeter girl than her on this planet. I can guarantee you that.” “I’m not sure of that,” Theresa said quietly. “She DID lock me in a closet after throwing glitterdust at me and the Headmistress.” “She doesn’t seem to mind though,” Selene commented slowly. “Look!”         The three other teachers glanced at the start of the Conga line, seeing Celeste and Patty leading the line through the crowd with warm smiles on their faces. Vinyl laughed at that sight while Dimitri and Theresa blinked in shock. “Well, I don’t know ‘bout you, but I’m feeling the need to dance!” Vinyl claimed. “Who’s with me?” “I am! Just give me a second!” Selene said as she loosened the buckles of her costume. “Need more freedom of movement.” “I suppose it won’t be bad.” Dimitri admitted slowly. “As long as Theresa doesn’t join!”         Vinyl cocked an eyebrow at the math teacher before said eyebrow, along with his twin, raised higher on her brow after hearing the others’ reaction. “I agree!” Selene said matter-of-factly. “So do I.” Theresa nodded slowly. “Why are you all saying that?” “Because Theresa can’t dance to save her life,” Dimitri explained bluntly. “She has about zero coordination, and two left feet!” Selene added. “What they said!” Theresa nodded. “Come on, you’re exaggerating!” Vinyl waved off. “I’m sure she’ll do fine!” “Hmmmm, how about NO?” the three other teachers replied simultaneously. “Well, luckily, I don’t care what you think,” Vinyl replied with chucke, before grabbing the Vice-Principal’s wrist. “Let’s go!” “No, I don’t want to!” Theresa panicked as she tried to grab Dimitri’s hand to hold back. “You have no idea what you’re getting into, Vincenza,” the math teacher retorted while abandoning Theresa to her doom, as she shouted at him when he didn’t hold her back. “Dimitri, I’ve been playing in clubs more than four times a week during three years,” Vinyl stated slowly. “I’ve seen many things that will make people vomit at the thought of those being considered dancing!” “You haven’t seen me yet,” Theresa pleaded as Vinyl kept dragging her closer to the dancefloor. “It can’t be that bad!” ~~~~~~~~ “It’s not that ba…” “Patty, please be quiet!” Vinyl rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Not even you and your out of the norm optimism can say that that isn’t bad!” she pointed at the dancing form of the Vice-Principal from whom the students were distancing themselves. “Well, we’ve seen worse,” Patty tried to sympathize softly. “On drunk, or high jackasses experiencing seizures, yes,” Vinyl said flatly. “On a perfectly healthy, sober woman in her early thirties, no!” “At least, she’s having fun!” Patty smiled softly. “I mean, I think she is… It’s hard to tell!” “Yeah…” Vinyl sighed. “Luckily, it’s the last song of their performance!” she added, pointing at her students who had just started to play the final verses of the reprise of Thriller that had been demanded many times by the crowd. “Already?!” Patty asked with a sour pout. “It’s only ten thirty!” “Patty, why do you think I’m here?” Vinyl asked with a smile. “I’ve got a playlist ready for the rest of the night, so that they can enjoy the party as well!” she explained. “Aw, that means I’m going to be alone for the rest of the evening!” Patty sighed softly. “I know no one here!” “Hey, Patty, you’re up for another Conga line?” a young girl dressed up as skeleton asked. “AM I?” Patty asked back excitedly. “It’s CONGA TIME! Let’s go, Denise!” she dashed to the skeleton-girl, calling the names of few of the girl’s friends to start the line. You’ve been in this school for three hours and you already know more students than I do. Vinyl chuckled softly as the line started dancing around, led by an excited Patty.         Vinyl waited for her students to come to the end of their final song, Nathan rocking the stage with the awesome, dark, lugubre voice he was doing for the last part of the lyrics. As soon as he was done singing and that his classmates played the last notes of the night, Vinyl climbed on stage, grabbing a microphone. “All right, young’uns! Let’s give a thunder of applause to our senior musicians!” Vinyl called loudly before applauding her students while the audience did the same, only with much louder cheers.         Vinyl’s ten students, their cheeks a bit rosy due their three hours long set and the praises, bowed to the crowd, then to their teacher who bowed in response. “Now, now,” Vinyl told in the microphone when she heard a few ‘encores’ being shouted. “I think they earned the right to enjoy the buffet or/and the dancefloor a bit. Don’t you agree?” the crowd cheered its approval. “Don’t worry though, the music entertainment continues,” Vinyl walked to the sound system console. “But, sadly it won’t have the same panache as your friends playing,” she added with a chuckle before she played the playlist she had prepared for the rest of the night.         As the music filled the room again, the crowd, a bit disappointed by not getting an encore, returned to their dancing, with a rather impressive Conga line that seemed the avoid the spot on the dance floor where a woman in a clo- Wizard costume was...huh… dancing? For their part, Vinyl’s students went backstage to join their teacher as the curtain came down. “You’ve been fantastic, kids!” Vinyl beamed. “Every single one of you! And, for that, the drinks are on my tab!” “Rock on!” Laura shouted excitedly along with Henry, Nathan and Fiona. “Guys,” Diana called softly. “It’s a free buffet.” “That’s exactly why I’m offering,” Vinyl explained in a joking tone, earning a few chuckles from her students. “Come on, now! Off the stage! I want to see you enjoying the rest of the evening! GO! GO!” she shooed them away from backstage. “You too, Octavia!” Vinyl added as the cellist walked to her instrument. “I’m just putting my cello away first,” Octavia replied, grabbing her cello. “Let me take care of that, Cara,” Vinyl said softly, slowly taking the neck of the instrument, after having taken her glove off for a better grip. “Go have fun with your friends!”         Vinyl and Octavia slightly touched when they both grabbed the cello’s neck. For the second time that day, a small burst of static electricity, built up thanks to Vinyl’s dancing and her furry costume, shocked the two women. “Cazzo!” The pair muttered angrily, shaking their hands in the hair before realizing they had both let go of the cello.         Octavia and Vinyl both shrieked when they saw the wooden instrument falling to his probable demise. The young cellist lunged forward to catch her instrument while the teacher tried her best to catch it as well. The pair bumped into each other, tripping themselves on the ground.         During the fall, Octavia had closed her eyes, not wanting to see her precious instrument broke itself on the floor. She didn’t dare to open them because the noise from her fall and the music being played might have covered the sounds of her cello being broken in pieces. “Is--Is it broken?” Octavia asked hesitantly, keeping her eyes shut. “N-no, It’s fine,” Vinyl replied with a relieved sigh.         Octavia peaked one eye open with caution before seeing Vinyl lifting the neck of her cello thirty centimeters above the floor. A wave of relief passed through her as her teacher’s arm slowly and delicately put the instrument down. “Grazie a Dio!” [Thank God!] Octavia whispered slowly. “Non sapevo ché mi chiamavo Dio…” [I didn’t know that my name was God...] Vinyl commented in a playful chuckle. Octavia snorted a short laugh. “Spiritosa…” [You witty woman...]         Octavia looked up, finally realizing that she was on top of her teacher, whose mask and hood had been pulled off during their fall, and their faces were really close to one another’s. Octavia’s breath quickened when her eyes focused on Vinyl’s cerise orbs, and had to fight her upcoming blush. “Thank you for catching me and my cello,” Octavia whispered instinctually. “Any time, Ottavia,” Vinyl replied slowly, a bit mesmerized by Octavia’s purple irises while feeling suddenly out of breath. The pair didn’t move a muscle. They both remained there, lost into each other’s eyes. After a good minute, Vinyl tried to straighten herself up by leaning on her elbows, her cheeks threatening to become as red as the curtain that kept them hidden from the dancing crowd. “Ottavia, could you mov…” Vinyl didn’t finish her sentence. She couldn’t really speak, or think anymore for that matter. Her mind had gone completely blank when Octavia had pressed her lips against hers. Vinyl was too shocked to do anything besides watching Octavia’s closed eyelids from much closer than she ever thought she would, until they snapped wide open.         Vinyl couldn’t miss the shock and fear in her student’s beautiful purple eyes as she pulled her lips away. Octavia was as pale as death when realization made its way to her mind. She quickly stood up, covering her mouth with tears slowly making their appearance in her eyes while Vinyl was staring blankly in front of her.         The young cellist choked a small sob before taking her coat from the chair she had put it on earlier. In less than ten seconds, Octavia had run away from backstage, leaving Vinyl alone on the floor. The teacher absentmindedly brought her fingers to her lips, slowly wiping them for a short moment. Then, Vinyl glanced the tip of her fingers, noticing that they were slightly tainted by Octavia’s blood red lipsticks. “Porca Puttana!” [God Dammit! (but in a lot more vulgar sense)] Vinyl let out as she finally snapped out of it.         The young teacher quickly put her student’s cello in its case and made her way out of the gymnasium, successfully avoiding her colleagues, students and Patty. Once outside the building, Vinyl ran like the devil was after her to the school’s front gate, ignoring the cold winds of the late Autumn that were soaring through the empty courtyard. When she reached the gate, Vinyl caught a glimpse of Octavia climbing in one of the taxis that had been waiting there in the hope of having customers from the private school’s party. Vinyl cursed loudly as the taxi drove away from school, and turned back to the gymnasium to get her own coat, which pockets contained her bike keys. “Hey, Vinyl,” Patty called when she spotted her friend on the side of the dancefloor. “Where were you?” “I took some fresh air, Patty,” Vinyl replied in a dismissive snort. “You’re ok?” Patty asked with worry, picking up on her friend’s mood. “Yes… It’s just that something came up, and I have to leave!” Vinyl answered in a more calm voice. “Something bad?”         Vinyl didn’t reply and made her way to the locker in which Celeste had put her coat away earlier tonight. “Could you do me a favor, Patty?” Vinyl asked while putting her coat on. “Anything for you, Vi!” Patty nodded firmly. “Keep this party alive. You have carte blanche!” she said casually as she walked back to the gymnasium exit. “Sorry I have to go like that, I’ll make it up to you later. Promise!”         The blue-eyed girl in the chicken stopped dead in her tracks with a wide gasp when her friend had told her she had carte blanche. Her gasp quickly turned into a huge, toothy grin while Vinyl was walking away from her. It wasn’t often her friends gave her carte blanche about a party, but whenever it happened, Patty made sure that those parties were to be remembered. ~~~~~~~~         Vinyl had just driven back to the Philharmonica’s mansion at top speed, and was climbing the stairs to the second floor before stopping in front of the door next to her bedroom. She took a deep breath as she knocked at the door. “Octavia?” Vinyl called when she heard no response other than muffled sobs. “Octavia, I know you’re in there. Answer me!” “Leave me alone!” Octavia replied in a shaken shout. “Not until we talk about what happe…” “There’s nothing to talk about, because nothing happened!” Octavia shrieked loudly. “Yeah, not really!” Vinyl replied firmly, her hand on the door handle. “Open this door!” she demanded when she tried to turn the handle to no avail. “NO!” “Open this door, or I swear to God I’ll burst it open!” Vinyl shouted impatiently. “You...You’re bluffing!” Octavia shouted fearfully. “I’ll show you if I’m bluffing!” Vinyl took a few steps back before slamming her shoulder in the wooden door.         It was at that moment that Vinyl realized that doors didn’t break as easily as in the movies, especially when the door in question is made of oak. It didn’t stop her from trying again and again though. “St-stop! You’re going to hurt yourself!” Octavia shouted with worry as Vinyl grunted in pain each time she tried to ram the door with her shoulder. “Fine! I’ll open the door! Just stop!”         Vinyl started to rub her shoulder as she heard Octavia unlock the door. Her anger completely vanished when the young cellist came into view. Her dress had many creases, her hair was a complete mess, and her eyes had turned red from having cried. “So, you wanted to talk…” Octavia whispered with a short sniff. “Yeah…… You...huh..kissed me,” Vinyl said slowly, her confidence a lot lower than before Octavia opened the door. Octavia nodded hesitantly. “I did,” she confessed, her voice shaking with emotion. “I-I don’t know what came over me! You were close and… I don’t know…. I just…” she tried to explain. “You just felt like doing it?” Vinyl suggested slowly. “I guess…” Vinyl sighed. “How long?” “Huh?” “How long have you been feeling like this?” Vinyl asked softly. “I don’t know precisely.” Octavia looked down at her feet in embarrassment. “From before the incident with Laura I guess.” “Ottavia…” “Look, can we just forget about it?” Octavia asked in a pleading tone. “It was just a stupid mistake!” “Ottavia, listen...” “I mean you’re my teacher, it’s not normal!” Octavia argued firmly. “And, even if you weren’t, I don’t even know if you’re into women! And, seriously why would you be interested in me if you were?” fresh tears flowed out of her eyes. “I’m just a boring, stuck-up... “OTTAVIA, STA ZITTA UN ATTIMO!” [Octavia, be quiet for a moment!] Vinyl ordered loudly, startling the young cellist. “I already told you that you’re not boring, nor stuck-up, nor anything negative you were about to say!” She grabbed Octavia’s chin and gently lifted it so the cellist could look straight at her. “Please, let’s just forget about it.“ Octavia whispered pleadingly. “That’s not the sort of things that can be forgotten, Ottavia.” “Please, It was a mistake… it could destroy both our lives, reputation.... It could make you lose your job. It was just a huge mistake!” Octavia pleaded again. “Tesoro, we will worry about the mistakes we made later…” “You didn’t do anything wrong!” Octavia shook her head vigorously with closed eyes. Vinyl took a deep breath. “Give me time,” she retorted quietly.         Octavia snapped her eyes open when she felt a familiar set of lips touching her own. Her heart beat skyrocketed when she realized that Vinyl was kissing her. Despite being frozen from the initial shock, Octavia managed to relax and to start returning the kiss after a few seconds.         It was like she had dreamed… No, it was better than in her dreams. It was real. Vinyl’s lips were softer than anything she had ever touched before. Even if she knew it was wrong, she didn’t care. It felt so good, and most of all, it felt right.         When Vinyl drew her lips away, Octavia passed her arms around the teacher’s neck and pulled her back for another, deeper and more passionate kiss. The cellist could feel Vinyl smile into the kiss before she parted her lips to lick hers. Octavia tilted her head to the side while opening her mouth, clearing the way for Vinyl’s tongue.         When their tongues probed each other, Vinyl and Octavia began to moan in pleasure. The teacher pushed Octavia inside the room before closing the door behind her. They kept making out for a good ten minutes before they finally broke the kiss, leaving the two of them panting loudly with large blush on their cheeks. “Wow!” Octavia whispered softly. “Yeah… That was… wow!” Vinyl whispered back. “So, what happens now?” Octavia asked after taking a short, but deep breath. “To be completely honest, I have no idea.” Vinyl shook her head slowly. Octavia licked her lips slowly. “Hmmm, about our “mistakes”…. We’re going to talk about them tomorrow right?” “I supposes so.” “Well, huh… I was wondering...Don't you think we need more material to talk about?” she asked with a mad blush. Vinyl blinked before smirking softly. “I guess a few extra never did anything wrong.” she added softly before the two women leaned toward one another.         By the time the pair went to sleep, the number of their mistakes was large enough to provide discussion for them for at least the following two weeks.