Just another OctaScratch fic

by The Batmane of equestria


The first night

The club was in full swing. Why did they call this place a cafe anyway? Vinyl thought. The crowd rippled to the beat of the music, their energy compiled into a sweaty movement of drunken ponies. As the music hit it's peak, Vinyl started to turn a few knobs on the sound board. Suddenly the music stopped and a deep, masculine voice sounded through the speakers. "DROP IT!" The room exploded with the steady beat of the Bass backed by loud electronic music, the crowd erupting into cheers of delight as their energy piqued and the white unicorn flung her wild blue mane back and forth.

The song finished and the crowd was silent for a second. Then they cheered and stomped their hooves on the ground, chanting "DJ PON-3" as they did so. Vinyl smiled. This was her favourite part of every night she performed. "Ok guys," her rough voice cut through the audiences cheers. "That's my set done for tonight." The crowd visibly deflated at this. "Don't worry, though." she said, a mischievous grin displaying on her face. "Because I'm leaving you in the capable hooves of DJ CH40S!" The crowd once again roared their approval as the said DJ made his way on to the stage and quickly started his set, giving a hoofs-up gesture to Vinyl. She smirked back.

She made her way to the bar and sat on one of the vacant stools. The bartender smiled and leaned on the counter in front of her. "What's your poison?" he asked, cleaning one of the whisky glasses. Vinyl's trademark glasses reflected a ray of light mischievously.

"The strongest thing you've got." she smiled. "And make it a double." She relaxed as the bartender poured her drink and placed it in front of her. She swallowed it in one gulp and tapped it, signalling for a refill. She barely noticed as a beautiful grey mare with a silky charcoal-black mane and a purple treble-clef for a cutie-mark sat down beside her. The grey mare ordered her drink and it was quickly placed in front of her.

"Didn't expect to see a high-class pony such as you in a place like this." Vinyl said, facing the new arrival.

"Who? Me?" came the silky-smooth reply. Vinyl barely contained her giggles at the upper-class Canterlot accent held by the grey mare.

"Do you see me talking to anypony else?" Vinyl responded sarcastically.

"How rude. You're judging someone on the premise of their upbringing without assessing their personality." The grey mare shot a glance at the white unicorn.

"And in equestrian, por favor?" Vinyl said, not understanding any of the words above two syllables. The grey mare tutted.

"That was equestrian." she dead-panned. After a few minutes silence, Vinyl spoke up.

"I didn't catch your name." She extended her hoof. "Vincenza Staccato, or Vinyl Scratch for short." The grey mare shook her hoof.

"Octavia Philharmonica."


A few hours and a few drinks later...

"I think... I think we should hang out shometime." said the slurred voice of an inebriated Vinyl Scratch.

"I *hic* think thatsh a marveloush idea." said a drunken Octavia. "Excoosh meh," she said. "I need to... to go to the little filliesh woom." She attempted to stand, but wobbled and fell over. Straight onto none other than Vinyl Scratch. They locked lips accidentally as they both fell in their drunken state. They hit the ground, knocking them to their senses. Everything was a blur. Octavia could only hear vinyl groan as she sobered from the blow until black started to cloud her vision. Her final thought before she submitted to unconsciousness was Did we...Did we just KISS!?