Vinyl made her way to the club energetically with a rather tired Octavia in tow. "How *Gasp* much *gasp* longer *gasp* do we *gasp* have *gasp* to go?" Octavia gasped, her face flushed from the long walk which Vinyl didn't seem to have any trouble with.
"Wow, Tavi. You don't exercise much do you?" The mare in question simply glared.
"How are you so energetic?" She continued panting and looking at the ground.
"Well, you're coming to one of my performances again so that's good. And, in case you don't remember, Bonbon and Lyra are coming also." She said with glee.
"Oh, right. Well, this will be fun, then." Octavia responded, sarcasm evident in her tone of voice.
"Oh, lighten up Tavi. We're almost there, anyway. It's literally just around the corner." They walked around the corner, and sure enough, the club was there with patrons flowing inside, most held back by a large white pegasus with muscles bigger than most people's heads but with minuscule wings. Vinyl eagerly trotted up to the club to see the same large pegasus arguing with two familiar mares.
"We're guests of the DJ." Lyra shouted.
"Unless she miraculously walks up to me right now and tells me that you two are her guests, you're not getting in." Vinyl chuckled at the situation.
"Hey, Biceps!" Vinyl shouted. "Those two are with me" The bouncer twisted around to see Vinyl and Octavia approaching him. He sputtered for a moment before speaking.
"Firstly, I'm sorry for the hassle. Secondly, how do you know my name?" Vinyl almost choked on air.
"Wait a minute. Your name is actually biceps?"
"YEEEEAAAAH! *Ahem*, I mean, yes."
Vinyl paused for a moment before saying, "OK. Anyway." She turned to address Lyra and Bonbon. "Come on, you two. Let's go have us a par-tay." The two looked at eachother before following the DJ and the Cellist inside.
Just after opening the front door into the corridor leading to the main club, the heavy thud of bass dropping was evident, shaking the walls and ceiling. As they neared the second set of doors, they could hear the electronically synthesized music supporting the bass climaxing. Vinyl pushed open the double doors just as the music stopped for a beat before the bass dropped. Here we go... Octavia thought. Then, a throaty masculine voice blared over the speakers. "DRRRRRROP THE BASS!" As soon as this was said, the club came alive with the heavy bass and electronic music, the crowd seemingly rippling along with the sound.
Vinyl smiled, her devilish eyes gleaming through the shades. She was in the club. The crowd was cheering. The room was filled with the sound of a pounding bass. She was in her element. As the current DJ finished his set, the crowd visibly deflated. The perfect time for Vinyl to make her entrance. She walked to the stage, where the previous DJ was climbing off.
"Hey Neon." Vinyl greeted. Neon Lights lifted his own shades and greeted Vinyl.
"'Sup Vinyl. Long time no see. How are you?"
"Oh, you know, the usual. Wearing shades, dropping basses, pleasing my marefriend." As soon as she said this, she realised that Neon didn't know she was a fillyfooler. Neon stood there, his jaw agape.
"Wait. I didn't know you were a fillyfooler."
"Neither did I until about two years ago."
"It's been that long, huh?"
"Yup. She's here tonight. You should go meet her! She's the grey one with a black mane and a pink bow-tie and she'll be with two other mares." Neon stood still for a second.
"Sure. I'd love to meet her. I'll go meet her then I'm outta here."
"Sure thing. Nice seeing you again. Gotta get on stage before the crowd gets bored."
"Alright. See ya." With that, Vinyl went on stage while Neon went to find the trio. Speaking of the trio, Octavia, Lyra and Bonbon were at the bar.
"We'll have three Barcolti's, my good stallion." Bonbon said, mocking Octavia's accent. The bartender acknowledged it with a nod and a "Coming right up, darling." From the way he said it, the three of them could guess his sexuality. They watched as the bartender expertly grabbed three glasses and filled them to the brim with Barcolti. He then carried them over in one hoof without spilling a drop. How is he able to balance the three glasses on one hoof? they thought in unison. After he put them down, he instinctively started a tab for them without saying a word.
"So, what do you think?" Octavia asked the other two. "She's good at what she does, isn't she?" Bonbon and Lyra both nodded eagerly, diverting their attention towards the DJ behind the turntables. The DJ in question quickly grabbed a vinyl record from the selection and replaced the current song with a new one so fast that nopony would have guessed there was a gap between the songs.
They were interrupted by a new voice. "Hello, fillies! Name's Neon Lights. I'm a friend of Vinyl's." They turned around to see the DJ in all his glory. He smirked. He extended a hoof towards Octavia. "Ah, you must be Vinyl's marefriend that I've heard so much about." Octavia blinked twice and shook his hoof.
"What did she tell you?"
"Actually, she only said that you were here and that I should go say 'hi'"
"Right. Anyway, these are our new neighbours: Lyra Heartstrings and Bonbon." Neon extended a hoof towards the other two.
"Wait, you're THE Lyra Heartstrings? I really admire some of the work that you've done. I've got all of your compositions on my laptop. You're awesome.2 Lyra could only stare in awe. "And I take it that you're the Bonbon who recently bought a confectionery on the other side of town?" Bonbon nodded at this. Neon then turned his attention towards Octavia. "And what's your name?"
"Octavia Philharmonica."
"Wow. I thought you looked familiar! You used to be a cellist for the quartet that was blamed for the GGG fiasco a couple of years back, didn't you?"
"Yeah." She said glumly. "I got blamed for it and was fired. Then the composer wanted to re-hire me but I declined because he was one of the first to blame me. Now I work as Vinyl's manager."
"Cool! Anyways, I better be off. I need to get home to my wife. She'll be worried sick. Ciao."
"Bye Neon." They all said in unison, to which, Lyra responded by shouting "Jinx!" The other two mares rolled their eyes then took a sip of their drink.
Three hours later, Vinyl was still at the turntables. An inebriated group of mares sat at the bar, namely Octavia, Lyra and Bonbon. "I think *hic* that we should hang out more often." Lyra said, throwing her hooves around in order to exagerate her point and nearly falling off her stool by doing so.
"I con- I conc- I agree." Octavia responded, apparently unable to say 'concur' in her drunken state.
"Hehe I think you meant to shay 'concur' Octy." Bonbon slurred, being able to pronounce the words despite being more of a lightweight when it comes to drinking. At this point, the music hit it's climax as the crowd danced. At the drop of the bass, the dance floor became a frenzy of squirming bodies as various dancers competed for space to move.
As the song finished, Vinyl walked around to the front of the turntables."All right party ponies!" she shouted to the crowd amidst cheers of 'DJ-P0n3'. When she said this, the crowd burst into cheers, mostly due to most of them being drunk. "Sorry to say, that's the end of my set." The crowd visibly deflated, someof them going 'awww'. "But don't worry! I'm leaving you with a good buddy of mine! Let's give it up for DJ M4TR1X!" She bowed to the audience and left, nodding to the other DJ arriving on the stage.
As she approached the bar where her friends and marefriend were, she noticed they were arguing with a hot pink and bright green stallion.
"Hey! All's I said is that you looked ugly. I was stating a fact and I fail to see a problem." Lyra said to him.
The said irritated stallion hmph'd before saying "Whatever, you crazy bitch." At this, Bonbon gulped. She knew that if there was anything that would annoy Lyra, it would be somepony saying she was bitch.
"Wait, Ly-" she started, but it was too late. Lyra's face contorted in anger, and she snorted, actual smoke billowing out, as she reached for an empty glass.
The bartender saw what wa about to happen and shouted "NO, darling! Don't-" in his high-pitched voice. But he too was too late. Lyra hurtled the glass at the stallion. It impacted him in the back of the skull,sending him collapsing into a particularly large stallion, causing him to spill his drink into the large stallion's lap while the large stallion's drink spilled over the floor.
"Oh, boy." Vinyl started, seeing where this was going before it happened. Inevitably, it started a classic bar fight, which Octavia and Lyra were willing participants in. Octavia flew through the air, clubbing a stallion, who was charging at Lyra, who was fighting several others at once, in the head with her rear hoof, causing him to falter and collapse into a stool. This stool was then used as a weapon by Lyra to bludgeon two advancing stallions.
"I had no idea Lyra and Octavia could fight." Bonbon said, right as the sound of wailing sirens came from outside. The police burst through the double doors, knocking over a mare who was in the process of beating another mare senseless.
One of the officers ran towards the bartender, who was cowering behind his counter. "Sir, do you know who is responsible for all of this?" The bartender wasted no time in pointing towards Lyra, Bonbon, Octavia and Vinyl.
"Those four. The green one, the grey one, the white one and the cream one." He then returned to cowering.
A unicorn officer used a voice amplification spell while four others detained Vinyl, Octavia, Lyra and Bonbon. "EVERYPONY, CALM DOWN OR YOU WILL BE ARRESTED!" The crowd ceased fighting immediately. "Thank you." The four of them were carted out of the door in hoofcuffs.