Vinyl Scratch waited impatiently by the door tapping her foot, the sound echoing around the apartment where she lived. It should be here any second now. Suddenly, the door unlocked and a grey mare with long black hair came in, cello in mouth. Vinyl groaned.
"Nice to see you, too," the mare mumbled.
"I just don't understand why it isn't here yet, Octavia!" Vinyl fussed.
"Why isn't what here?" Octavia asked, setting down her cello.
"The mail! It should have been here hours ago!"
"Oh, I already grabbed the mail," Octavia stated, "it's on the kitchen...counter..." she trailed off as Vinyl rushed into the kitchen, rifling through letters.
"Bill...bill...junk...bill...bill...here it is!" Vinyl said with glee as she picked up a letter with her magic and tore it open. She read it out loud, "This letter is to officially induct Dame Vinyl Scratch as a Knight Commander of the Order of the Equestrian Empire! Woo-hoo!"
Octavia groaned. "Only you could manage to acquire a knighthood for creating the loudest sound in Equestria, Vinyl-"
"Dame Vinyl," Vinyl cut in, "titles are important!"
Octavia sighed, "Alright, Dame Vinyl. You know, it interrupted my show, although to actually hear Lunarian music was transcendant-"
"And Sephiroth and Celestia slugging it out in the streets didn't interrupt it!?"
"No, I wasn't near the fighting, although the city was quite a wreck afterwards. I never knew Celestia had that much power," Octavia said, shivering, "You would have thought a dragon was having a spat with an Ursa Major..."
"You know they said the force of their punches vaporized all the windows around them!? I so would pay to see that!"
"Of course you would, Vinyl-"
"Dame Vinyl, titles-"
"-are important, I know," Octavia groaned, sitting on the plush couch, "so what were you doing in Ponyville at the time anyway,
Vinyl?"
"Dame-"
"Dame Vinyl," Octavia grumbled.
Vinyl sighed, "I have a chill spot with a studio in Sweet Apple Acres. Applejack let me build on her property cause they have so much free space. That way, I can crank the wubs as loud as I want, and nopony can claim noise pollution."
"Ah, yes, that rube at the Gala who tried setting up a stand-"
"Hey!" Vinyl shot out, "She is NOT a rube! Sure, she may be a little bit country, but that's her charm! I'm sure you'd warm up to her if you met her!"
Octavia sneered at that comment. "You know I have no desire to associate with those ruffians, Vinyl-"
"Dame-"
"Dame Vinyl," Octavia groaned, "and the only reason I let the pink one in is because she's your friend. Otherwise, I loathe them for ruining my big night."
Vinyl looked at the ground. She opened her mouth, then shut it. Octavia glared at her. Vinyl then said, "I'm sure you wouldn't think that way if you got to know them. They're all great ponies at heart," Vinyl winked at Octavia, "and that's coming from a Knight Commander of the Royal Equestrian Empire, so you know it's true!"
Octavia groaned. "Blueblood is a Prince. He is also the most foppish, ill-mannered dandy that ever walked Equestria. Do you think I should listen to whatever HE says?"
Vinyl intoned, "Well, you kinda have to, seeing as how he's your biggest patron..."
"Not the point," Octavia said pointedly, "you know I think he's an absolute sot. Even through all the disaster, I still smiled a little when the pony with the purple mane absolutely splattered him with cake," Octavia said, chuckling a little at that memory.
Vinyl said, "Oh, you must mean Rarity. Yeah, she told me about that."
"Rarity? The fashionista? She was big in Canterlot a while back," Octavia mused, stretching out along the couch, "what I wouldn't give to meet her..."
Vinyl cleared her throat.
"What, Vinyl-"
"Dame Vinyl-"
"WOULD YOU QUIT IT WITH THAT!?" Octavia screamed, breathing heavily. A broom was slammed against the ceiling below them.
"Keep it down up there! Tell her no means no!"
Octavia sighed, "Anyway, what were you going to say, Vinyl?"
"D-" Vinyl started, then quickly changed direction when she received a glare from Octavia that could shatter glass. She then continued, "I COULD set up a meeting with you and Rarity...if you ask nicely..." Vinyl said with a wink.
Octavia looked at Vinyl with an endearing stare, "You could? Oh joy!"
Vinyl cleared her throat, looking at Octavia expectantly. Octavia rolled her eyes. "Really?"
Vinyl nodded.
Octavia groaned, "Dame Vinyl Scratch, Knight Commander of the Royal Order of the Equestrian Empire, could you set up a meeting with Rarity and me?"
Vinyl nodded, "I'd be honored to, fair peasant-" and was quickly cut of with a thrown pillow to the face, "Hey, you know that constitutes-" another pillow, "-an act of war against-" another pillow, -Equestria, and in your case, treaso-WOAH!" Vinyl was cut off by a couch sailing through the air, barely catching it in her magic.
"Sorry," Octavia grinned, "I ran out of pillows,"