Notes Of Time:
Chapter 9- A Family Game:
The time was a comfortable ten o’ clock in the morning, and Octave was making her way down the other side of the hallway to check on Aunt Scratch, as Octavia enjoyed teasing Vinyl with that name. Vinyl didn’t like being known as an “Aunt”, since it made her feel old. Octave knew she didn’t like being called that, and she had no problem with calling her by her real name either.
She knocked on the door fairly loudly, so she could wake Vinyl up from whatever night she had.
She then saw the white unicorn’s face show from the door being cracked open.
“Oh…hey, come on in.” said Vinyl. “Close the door as you come in too, I’d appreciate it.”
“Of course.” Octave replied, as she followed by her word closing the door behind her as she walked on in.
“Sooo…did you sleep well?”
“Eh…it was okay, but not the best night of sleep I’ve had. Normally when I make music late at night, I can still sleep soundly after about three in the morning or so. This night though, was just different.” Said Vinyl. With a glow of her horn, she then levitated a glass to herself from her mix table, and lied down on her couch. It contained some kind of liquid Octave was curious about.
“What’s that?” Octave pointed to the levitated glass.
“What, this? Oh nothing really, it just helps me sleep good that’s all.” Vinyl replied taking a sip of the mildly alcoholic drink. She didn’t want to let Octave know it was alcohol though, since she was afraid it’d hurt their friendship and make her think she was doing a bad thing.
“Can I have some?”
Vinyl then spewed out what she had in her mouth at the sudden question.
“You crazy girl? This stuff will hurt you.”
“Well then what is it? Surely it’s not that bad to tell me right?”
Vinyl froze as her an Octave kept looking at each other with total silence filling the air between them. She then leaned in closer to her, and lowered her tone.
“Okay…this is a secret between me and you…and no you’re not getting any of this.”
“Aw darn…well okay then, what?” Octave replied.
“It’s an alcoholic drink, and fillies like you should never ever get their hooves on this kind of stuff okay? It’s dangerous, and the last thing I want to deal with, is a lawsuit against me from Octy about giving you alcohol, heh.” Vinyl stated to her, as she took another sip of her drink.
“Is that all it is, just an alcoholic drink?” Octave raised her eyebrow, kind of wanting to laugh at the pointless effort of not telling her at all what is was. “Well my mother drinks wine occasionally, but she’s not a drinker. Are you a drinker by any chance? It’s kind of pointless to just hold back something so much for something I already know about at my age…I’m not stupid you know.”
“No, of course not, you’re the coolest filly I know of! No way would I ever think you were stupid or anything. Tell you what, how about we head out into the city, just the two of us?”
“Oh wow! Really?!” Octave spoke up, eagerly waiting to finally have a moment to hang out with Vinyl herself despite her age.
“You know it! We’ll be the best looking ones on the block!” Vinyl smiled to her, as she then got up off of her couch, and went into her bathroom to clean up to officially start her day. The water could be heard by Octave being cut on, as she knew she had to clean up herself also. “How about you meet me back here in an hour, and we’ll head out?” Vinyl spoke up from the noise of the water behind her, popping nothing but her head out into view.
“Um…you do know it doesn’t really matter whether I see the rest of your body, right? We don’t normally wear clothes to begin with.” Octave replied, as she made her way back to her own room anyway.
“Oh…right, heh. Well I dunno, I just did, and things just happen ya know? Well anyways, get going so we can meet back here.”
“Okay. See you later Aunt Scr- I mean Vinyl!” Octave quickly caught herself almost slipping up, since she didn’t want to look uncool in front of her for saying that to her.
Meanwhile in Maestro and Octavia’s room…a heated engagement was taking fold on their bed.
“Oh my goodness, this is amazing, and unbelievable! Damn you’re good at this!” said Octavia.
“As always…I only aim to please.” He replied, as he kept looking back at Octavia continuing his tactical movements.
“You’re sooo going to get it now…but you know I like it hard.” She spoke, charmingly giggling to him.
“Oh you know I like it hard, and you know just when you take it easy on me…I’ll strike back. Go ahead…make your move cello princess.” Maestro replied laughing a bit, and with a smile of being up to no good. But with the activity they were engaging into with each other, how could you not?
They continued on into their intense game of chess, as Octavia was a great player at the game, and Maestro had the upper hoof for the first time in many games. She was amazed at Maestro’s sudden comeback too, and was even down by five pieces nonetheless just minutes ago.
Octavia continued to scan the board, and could find only a few places she could move her pawn, a rook, and a bishop to help protect her king. Maestro still had his queen, three pawns, and two knights. It was all down to this, and whether it would determine if Maestro would be crowned the new champion of the family. Octave played the game too, and she even won a game against her own father surprisingly enough. But goodness, how big of an upset it would be from a mother who was on a hot streak of over ten straight wins?
“You’re thinking an awful lot dear.” Octavia spoke up, and in a tone to hopefully get him out of his zone so she might have a chance of coming back.
“No! Be gone you sexy mare of minds! I shall never give into your temptation!” Maestro then stopped himself on what he just said. “Well…last night was great…but still!” He added.
“You don’t think I was great last night?” Octavia now trying to put on a cute face for him.
“What?! Well I-I…uh…” Maestro began blushing bright read around his cheeks.
“Aw…well do not be embarrassed dear…I think you did great…even though you sort of seemed a bit off tempo.”
“Whaaaat?! You’re kidding me right?! Me, off tempo?!”
“Yes.” She bluntly stated back to him.
“Well…I…but I thought…ah forget it.” Maestro’s laziness and naturally comical humor at time always seemed to keep Octavia giggling or in some kind of good mood.
A little while later, in Octave’s room…
“I’m walking on sunshine, whooooa!”
Never mind, she’s in the shower…okay, let’s head back to Vinyl’s room then…
“D to the J to the P-O-N-3…and ain’t no other pony drop the bass like me I’m-”
She’s in the shower too? Well crap…where’s this story at now? How am I going to continue narrating this story?
“Well you could always check back with me and Octavia?”
Well I’d love to Maestro, but you see this story needs to give Octave some of the spotlight. Since this story after all mostly revolves around her in the first place.
“Hmm, true…well then what will you do then?”
You think I have an idea?! All I do is narrate this story for peeks sake. I’m not even a pony! I have hands for goodness sake!
“Uh…what are hands?”
Not important, just stating that I’m no storytelling genius okay?
“Well…I’m no genius either really. I’ve had my fair share of dumb moments in my life.”
Hah! Then you don’t know how ridiculous it is to live as a human being!
“What in Equestria are you even talking about?! What the buck is a human?!”
It’s what I am…now silence!
“Pfft…fine…continue. I’ll just get back to this game of chess.”
Yeah…that’s right…you don’t want none of this.
“I can still hear you.”
Darn…well okay then…anyways…ahem. Octave and Vinyl were finished with their morning showers and such, but Vinyl seemed to be having a bit too much fun in her shower.
“Oh yeah! Woo! Yeah, shred that bass! Aw right!”
Her tunes were tearing her head to pieces, surprised by even her own self of managing to create such incredible pieces of music within a genre that wasn’t even her main forte.
Well then…who knew mere wubs could do this to a pony?
The wubs of her mixes she made carried over to her though the noise of the water coming from the shower stall. The electronic CD player she turned up before she stepped into the shower was luckily waterproof as a few were made that way. The water hitting her face and her entire body as she stood there in it seemed to relax her. But yet it gave her a new feel of energy as it coincided with the noise of her music. It was the trance and techno soundtrack she made herself, and it was one of her favorite tunes.
She then shuts off the water with her magic, followed by the same from her magic as far as her CD player went.
She had an average day planned out for her and Octave, but she however felt like she needed to get a few things maybe off of her chest perhaps. Though Vinyl wasn’t big into that stuff, and preferred to keep it inside herself, she knew she could tell it to a pony at a young enough age to where it wouldn’t make her feel embarrassed, and yet she could get it off of her chest with no regrets or anything. However, she knew she didn’t want to do that, so instead she would be then expecting out of all the odds…for Octave to bring it out of her.