Did you ever think about the ponies you passed on the street? The ones who looked at you in a very strange way? Was something wrong with them or with me? Were they stalking? Was it just me being insecure or was it even paranoia? I could not tell back then…
So, I was leaving the my parents back at the café, letting them enjoy their time pretending they were the best of the best. Why would I care anyway? I had my own problems…and a DJ sleeping in my apartment. I already had to try my hardest to cope with the situation at home and…
Who exactly was responsible for the weather in Canterlot that day? That couldn’t be right…just five minutes after I left the café it started to pour. Could it be that life really had it coming for me back then?
The weather was still nice when I talked with my parents. Why did it happen exactly when I was on my way home that it becomes like this? Was that some kind of sick joke of the local weathermare? Well…it was disturbingly annoying…at best.
I started galloping to the next bigger building trying to find some shelter. I stood in under a big doorway waiting for the rain to stop when suddenly a strange colt appeared next to me. Looking at how wet his coat was he also got surprised by the rain. Yet he was just another weirdo who liked to stare at me…like that one colt at the cemetery who…wait…
Wasn’t that the colt I encountered at the cemetery? I tried to remember but I couldn’t. He was there I knew…but I had forgotten his appearance. Even know he looked at me the same way as before. I casually began to talk.
“Oh it seems I was not the only one who was surprised by the weather…”
“Seems so…” he answered very calm…still staring at me in a strange way.
“Do you know that it is considered impolite to stare at another pony in such a way?”
“I do not stare. Maybe you do? If you caught me taking a glance at you…could it be that you are interested in me?”
“A glance? You have been looking at me the whole time since you were standing here…”
“I would never do something like that…”
“And…you did the same thing back at the cemetery!”
Somehow the rain suddenly stopped and the colt looked as if I had hit him with a blunt weapon on the head. His eyes went over my body again and again and then…I suddenly realised it…he had the same eyes…the same eyes as Victor…unnatural eyes.
“There is no way…you…” he started to talk way more stiff.
He seemed disturbed and I somehow felt the strange urge to run…as if danger would arise if I would stay there. That was not good…I followed my intuition and for the first time in my life I was happy that I was that mares daughter.
“Oh, did I get that right? So you were following me. You followed me all the way from the cemetery? How cute! So you were interested in me after all. Don’t think I am a fool I know exactly why you took cover here…” and I gave him a wink.
I could see him relax…literally. It was what he wished to hear and every filly knew that the sweetest lies were the ones that were born of wishes.
“So you knew I was kind of shy…and that a beauty as yours would attract any colt…” he started as if I had seen through him.
Oh he wasn’t bad…but be certain that there was no pony alive that could lie better than the members of the melody family.
“Well you certainly had luck with the weather if you wanted to get a chance to talk to me…” I continued.
I guess I said something wrong because he stiffened a little when I mentioned the weather so I tried to give my lies a bit more of a backbone.
“You know…now that the rain is gone you could accompany me to a fancy restaurant. That would make a good impression on a first date…”
I hoped he would take the bait. There should be no uncleared suspicions left in that tiny brain of his if he just bought the lie. It was that disgusting type of mare, I really hated to play that helped me out of this pitch. I really acted like the most pitiful love-starved low class mare that could possibly exist and…
“Oh that sounds good…” he said, finally with the casual tone he had when he first tried to speak to me.
Oh it was priceless. There we were sitting in a fancy restaurant. Me the mourning mare and him the guy who tried to hit on me while doing some comforting. He paid my food, told me funny stories and always mentioned my beauty.
This would have ended just great the way I planned it…with me telling him that nothing will ever happen on a first date with me. With that I would get rid of him…at least for the time being. Well there was one little thing I had not planned.
Two ponies just entered the restaurant. Both of them wore fancy sunglasses and one happened to be my new roommate. BUCK IT! Things just got screwed over the turntable. Octavia…you were really out of luck. Wait…why did it matter that they could believe I was dating him…why did it bother me so?
Vinyl and Neon sat down a few tables away. They did not recognise me instantly but after five minutes of joking with each other they also saw me…sitting there in the mourning garb with a guy hitting on me.
Just when she got up…probably to confront me to explain the situation…I told my escort I had to go to the restroom. Vinyl followed me. Oh I accepted something bad but...I wasn’t prepared for what would hit me.
“Mourning eh…yeah suuuure seems to look like it.
Who is your friend?
Never thought it would be appropriate to tell me that you were dating that guy heh?
Everything is alright as long as I pay the rent huh?”
I felt…strange. She didn’t scream at me, she was just completely disappointed. She trusted me and I fooled around with a colt pretending to be at a funeral. Yes Octavia…you understood what she might have thought and you could just explain it to her.
“I guess I just pay you the rent for the year and buck off. You only seem to care about yourself like all the other snobs…or do you want to explain that to me…don’t even bother…I don’t care.”
I just slapped her. I slapped her again…and I slapped her one time more. I never thought that anyone could make me that mad. She still looked at me with disappointment and had a fake smile on her face acting as if she liked my reaction.
“You are certainly the most stupid, self-centred and self-pitying mare I have ever seen. Do you even know how I feel when you tell me all your stupid speculations about me and that weirdo?” I told her with my voice, slowly starting to break.
My cheeks were wet…when did I begin to…well it didn’t matter. I had that stupid DJ mare in front of me and I would give her at least one or two more whacks. Suddenly her eyes lit up…
“So he is a weirdo…eh? Why are you dating then, huh?”
I slapped her, just as intended. This stupid mare she deserved so much more slaps than I could ever dish out. Yeah…that was the part of Vinyl Scratch that people tend to forget. She was simply a whiny and self-pitying mare whenever things went not her way.
“Do you think I wanted to? If there was another option didn’t you think I would have taken it? Do you think that is the kind of pony I like? You truly are low class scum if you think of me like that.” I began to press through my teeth.
She began to catch my hits after that. None of them hit anymore and she grinned at me. Oh yes, she truly was the biggest lunatic I knew but I also guess we were friends again.
Vinyl told me that she had some kind of idea what was going on. She told me that she couldn’t leave the restroom, thanks to me. Her leaving the restroom, covered in bruises would not help in any way. I had to wash myself so that I wouldn't look like a pitiful picture of misery anymore. She then gave me…a card?
"The ”queen of spades”? How is that supposed to help?" I asked in wonder.
She began to chuckle and told me I should flash the card at Neon when I leave the restroom. He would understand immediatly the hidden meaning conveyed in that message.
It is common knowledge to believe in the advice of friends in the times of needs. Well that most certainly is not true if the friend in question is called Vinyl Scratch. Oh…that was one of the most embarrassing moments of my life.
I did as Vinyl said. When I went out the restroom Neon was already waiting for Vinyl and his eyes wandered down the card I just put in my pocket. He sighed. Then he came to our table and looked at me furiously.
“Again? You dare to come here again? I tried to ignore you but...you make me sick.
All you ever did was make me pay for your dinner and an expensive lifestyle.
We are through! Do not follow me again you crazy mare!
What about the girl? What about my escort?”
“What do you…” I asked still unsure if it was confusion or embarrassment I felt.
“The girl I just went here with…don’t tell me you did “that” with her in the restroom.”
“I…” and I started to turn red…oh it was so embarrassing.
“Every new girl I pick up….gosh. You jealous piece of filth. You only love my money anyway right?
Should I just give you a thick check so that you stop ruining my life?”
“And you…” and he turned to the colt who sat there next to me, who was frozen like a statue.
“She doesn’t love you…she just wants to use you to get on my nerves.
Oh and you also end up just like me. Paying for her dinner and other expensive stuff.
That girl is a money-mare. She loves nothing but your money.”
With that he stood up, threw a coin on my table went back to his. There he left some money for the waiter and walked out of the restaurant with an extremly grumpy expression. The colt next to me began to move again. After Neons speech he looked differently at me...this time it was complete disgust.
The colt also left some money for the waiters and left the restaurant without saying another word to me.
I went back to the restroom to tell Vinyl how it turned out but I did not need to.
She was lying on the floor…of a restroom…think about it…a restroom!...and was rolling around laughing like the maniac she was. Oh, so she knew it would happen “exactly” that way? She probably already forgot about my slaps. Well she was in for the next hundred I guess...just kidding.
As embarrassing as it was I head to sigh in relief. He would not follow me again…at least not if his expression was real.
I owed Vinyl big times now…
“Even though I can’t enter this restaurant ever again I have to thank you Vinyl.
There was something very dangerous about that colt…have you seen his eyes?”
“His eyes?” she asked.
“I can’t remember them…I already can’t remember how he looked at all.
Tavi…I think that guy used some kind of magic…
Was he even a unicorn…he must have been but I don’t even remember that."
“I am just happy we got rid of him!” I said happily.
“Oh and Tavi...I think you have a lot of explaining to do…”
How would I be able to explain something like that? I didn’t even know myself…but I knew somepony who could be of assistance...but there is one more urgent problem at hand right now. How do we get out of the restroom without causing a commotion?