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// All-Nighter (Vinyl) 
// Story: Special Request 
// by Poetic Justice 
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	That party, without a doubt, was one of the best I've ever thrown. I played a new set of music that I recently wrote. I'm pretty sure I even saw Lyra and Bonny get in the crowd and jump with the music. It was great seeing all the ponies there dancing to my music. However, as great as it was seeing everypony there having a good time, my night really got exciting when I saw a familiar grey mare go into the side room. I tried to keep my head facing the sound booth, but under my glasses, I eyed that room. I wanted to make sure that she didn't get away from me again. The song I was on was drawing to a close. Luckily, I invited a few other DJs to the party. In the nightclub business, there are a few motions that we use that only we know. I pumped my hoof in the air a handful of times, and one of the other DJs I invited came to my side.
"Hey, I need you to cover for me." I said as I reached to the side he was on. He picked up a spare set of headphones and gave me a nod. "Thank you so much." I took my pair of headphones off and made my way to the side room. As the door closed behind me, I was amazed how much of the music was drowned out from the ponies breathing. The side room was marked off from the rest of the party. The room was used when a drunken pony needed somewhere to crash until they were sober enough to make it home. It was actually Lemon's idea. Honestly though, I think that the only reason he came up with it is so no drunk ponies led the guard back here.
As I looked around, I noticed that a lot of the mares were underage. If a guard were to come in here, LemonDrop would be in a world of  trouble. I'll have to repay him for doing this. I scanned the room for the grey mare, being careful not to step on anypony lying on the ground.
I saw her passed out in the last booth. Luckily, she didn't have a stallion hanging on her; I didn't have to worry about competition. As I made my way to her, I noticed her black mane was covering her face. I could feel blood rushing to my face. I couldn't help it, it was really cute. Before I knew it, I was face to face with her. The thumping from the music outside and the loud breathing from the other ponies faded away. I could only hear the grey mare in front of me. I resisted the urge to kiss her right there. I placed my hoof on her side to try to wake her up.
"Octavia?" I tried to be quiet enough to not wake anypony else up.
She stirred a little. I shook a little harder.
"Octavia? Please wake up."
As she picked up her head, her black mane fell away from her face. Her eyes were still closed. "Who is it?" She said, still half asleep. She pushed her mane from her face, and slowely opened her eyes. I was greeted with those adorable, big, orange....orange? Wait, Octavia had purple eyes. I took a few steps back from shock. I didn't get it. She looked exactly like Octavia. I did a double take to her flank. I covered my mouth, and tried to find my breath. Instead of a purple musical note, a cloth patch was printed on her flank. Whoever this pony was, it was not Octavia.
"I'm so sorry, I thought you were-"
"Octavia? No. That's my sister." Her head fell back to the cushions of the booth.
"Your sister?" That's right. I remember that stallion mentioning that everypony at the restaurant was family. 
"Yeeaa. She's grounded though. Can't do anything."
"Out of curiosity, how old are you?" Please don't say, please don't say, please don't say....
"Not old enough." The grey mare nearly fell out of the booth, she was laughing so hard.
Shit. A million thoughts raced inside my head. That mare was obviously wasted beyond all conscious thought. I felt the need to get her home. I felt responsible, but I also didn't know if I seriously wanted to help, or if I just wanted an excuse to see Octavia. My question was quickly answered as I made my way out of the room. Two stallions shoved by me and made their way to the back of the room. Oh please don't go for her. Anypony but her.
"Hey, ain't you a little young to be here?"
Damn it. I turned around and grabbed that grey mare's hoof. "We are leaving." I said as I pulled her out of the booth. 
She barely had enough time to get on all four hooves. She swayed back and forth as she tried to keep up with me. I'm pretty sure we woke up everypony in the room, either with her kicking or bumping into them, or by the stallions shouting, "Where are ya going?" I hate stallions like them. I pushed past the front door. I caught Lemon Drop's eye. I felt really bad. He gave me a look that said, "You owe me, big time." I could only nod, hoping he got my "I know" message. 
"Where do you live?" 
"Thatta way."
I had to repeat that question down every street, and that was the same response I got every time. She would occasionally point somewhere that was not directly in front of us, but it felt like we were walking aimlessly. She got into the habit of leaning against me for support. This is not the first time I've had to walk some drunk pony home, but this was the first time this mare was underage, somepony I didn't know, and definitely the most annoying. I normally wouldn't mind if she was leaning on me, but she was nearly climbing onto my back. I kept having to push her away and keep on.
"That's my house." She said after what seemed like hours of walking.
"Finally." It was freezing out. I really did hope the mare I was with wouldn't get sick from all of this walking in the snow. I approached the house and pounded on the door. I took my glasses off, out of respect. I then realized how bad of an idea it was to try the front door.
"What are you doing with my filly?!" A shrieking voice greeted me as the front door flew open.
"Ma'am-" I tried my best to be polite. "-I was throwing a party downtown and she found her way in."
"You get away from her!" The mare pushed me away as she grabbed her filly and pulled her inside. 
"Sweetie, are you okay? Do I smell?...Are you drunk?! Did that unicorn give you alcohol?!" The mare's eyes came back to me. If looks could kill.
"Ma'am, I promise you, what she did at the party, I had nothing to do with."
"The guards will hear of this! Honey! Get the phone!" The mare slammed the door shut. I could only hope that she didn't see my note, otherwise, she had no idea who I was. The weather finally hit me. I started to shiver. In my haste, I left my scarf and boots at the coffee shop. I could go back  to the coffee shop, or go straight home. Either way, it was an hour walk in both directions. I didn't waste any time debating where to go, the guards could be around any second. 
"You there." A whisper broke through the wind. I looked over to the front door, but nopony was there.
"No, over here." It came through again. I looked over to the side of the house, and saw somepony go around the corner. After looking around and making sure nopony was in sight, I made my way to the source of the voice.
I was led behind the house. The entrance gate was open. There was nothing back there. It was just a large flatland of snow that was cut off with a wooden fence. As far as I could tell, it was empty. The snow made it hard to look very far. I did hear hoof prints around me though. I could tell they were behind me, after a bit of focus. I turned around, and was greeted with a sharp pain across my face.
The force sent me lying into the snow. I put my hooves on the side of my face. Whatever hit me, it hurt, and the cold weather was not helping. After I opened my eyes, I saw somepony standing over me. The mix of snow and darkness did not let me tell who it was. Fighting back tears, I choked out, "Why?"
"Why? You're not the one who is allowed to answer questions. Let me ask you this."
The pony bowed her head. Their face was a few inches from mine. My vision was still hazy from getting hit in the face, but I was able to make out those big, purple eyes.
"Octavia?"
"Yes, it's me. I'm surprised you know my name. Now tell me. Why did you come into my restaurant?"
"B-Because I didn't want to approach you at schoo-"
"Shut up."
I was honestly scared.
"You come into my restaurant, mock my music, mock my mother's food, make me make a fool of myself, and then-" Her face got closer. Her eyes resemble her mother's.
"-to top it all off, you give me a fake number."
"Fake number?" I had no idea what she was talking about. She stomped her hoof near my head.
"Don't you dare play stupid with me, Vinyl." She reached into her saddlebag and dropped a piece of paper on my face. I used my magic to pick it up. It took a lot of courage for me to take my eyes off the grey mare standing over me.
"...this is my number." 
"Liar!" She stomped her hoof near my head again. She seemed satisfied when I reacted.
"No, no, listen! What makes you think it's fake?"
She snatched the paper from the air and read it out loud. The number did sound odd at the end though.
"Say the last 4 digits again."
With a heavy sigh, Octavia read from the paper. "3281"
I smiled.
"What?"
I tried not to laugh.
"What?! What's so funny?!"
I failed.
"Tell me!"
"Octavia, the last two digits is -37, not -81. The ink is smeared, so you must have seen the wrong numbers."
"Wha-.." She looked back at the paper. Her eyes filled with disbelieve. "Y-You're lying!" She dropped the paper on my face.
"I swear." She pulled her phone out and started pounding on the screen. I was afraid she would break it.
"Oh sure...We will just see-" She held the phone to her ear. "-about that."
...
zzzzzzz...
Her eyes got big.
...
zzzzzzz...
Her mouth opened.
...
zzzzzzz...
She started to shake her head. She whispered "no" repeatedly to herself. I could hear it from here.
"Hi, you've reached Vinyl Scratch. I'm most likely working on music right now, and I respond much faster to text messages. Anyway, leave a message. -BEEP-"
Aside from her purple eyes, her face became more clear as blood rushed to it. Her emotion changed drastically, from anger to embarrassment. I could also tell she was fighting back tears. She tried saying something, but kept choking. She failed at holding her tears back, I could feel drops of water hit my face. She was frozen. I reached my hooves up and touched the side of her face. I worked up a smile. She couldn't bring herself to look me in the eyes. She looked everywhere except my face. I had to use my other hoof to make her look at me. 
"I. I. I. I. I'm s-s-s-s. I'm sor. I-I'm so sorr-" She was a mess. Completely a different mare than what I was used to seeing on stage.
"It's okay. I'm not mad." I said over and over again, but it didn't help. She kelp studdering on her words, trying to say the same sentence. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed the scarf she was wearing and pulled her on the ground next to me, then just gave her a hug. She buried her face in my neck until she stopped crying, which took a while. 
We both stood up, she wiped tears from her eyes every few seconds. "Vinyl, I-I-I-" I put my hoof over her mouth, I didn't want to go through that again. She nodded her head, taking my hint that she should stop trying to say the same sentence. I lowered my hoof, and we just stared at each other in the snow.
"I, uh, need to get home. Can I borrow your scarf?"
"O-O-Of course!" She pulled her grey and black scarf off and wrapped it around my neck. I pulled it over my mouth. I had to hide the fact I was blushing, it smelled just like her.
"I'll see you later, Octavia." I walked past her and made my way down the street. When I looked back, she was still standing in the snow, looking down at something. Halfway home, I put my hooves over my ears.
Crap, I dropped my headphones.