//------------------------------// // Wasted // Story: Of Wubs and Men // by MoltenXKid //------------------------------// Vinyl stood in my doorway. She opened her suitcase, bent over, and rummaged for something. Naturally, I took a quick glance at her backside. Nice, round, hips for days, and those pants she had on tied everything together. She began to rise back up, and I looked away. When I looked into her eyes... well I couldn’t. She now had adorned her shades which was sort of heart breaking. I missed those red eyes, but I had to admit that she now looked cooler than before. “No problem…” I moved aside and waved my arm inside, “Come on in…I guess.” "Cool.” She walked into my house, but stopped as soon as she passed me, “The next time you decide to check me out, at least be more discrete. I’ve seen a drunkard more inconspicuous than you. Besides, I’m already taken.” Vinyl wiggled her hips temptingly before laughing. She then walked to my refrigerator and raided it. I heard the sound of glass hitting each other, food moving, and then her closing the door. The plate she had mainly fruits and vegetables and I saw one of my sodas in her hand. She then jumped onto my couch, laid across it, and began eating an apple. The first bite she took resulted in her violently coughing and spitting out the fruit. When she finished, she shrugged and took another bite, deciding the fruit wasn’t that bad. I couldn’t stop watching her as I went to my fridge and grabbed a coke. I kept my distance deciding to see how functioned. She didn’t seem to mind at all. She began to reach for my remote to the TV , but she couldn’t reach it nor did she bother to get up and get it. My computer forgot to mention she was sort of lazy. Then she surprised me. Her horn began to glow. The remote was wrapped in some blue aura and slowly raised off the table. Vinyl then seemed to struggle; the remote dropped to the table. Defeated, she got up to retrieve it. “How’d you do that?” I asked. “Do what?” replied Vinyl. She took a bite of a carrot and shuddered at the taste. “The remote…your horn…” “Oh, you mean my magic. Dude, every unicorn has magic. Where have you been? Under a rock or something? Unicorns have magic, Pegusi can fly, and Earth ponies have a tie into the land. Plus, they’re really strong. Trust me; I have firsthoof experience from Octavia.” “That’s…not natural…” “Of course it is! Well, back in Equestria it is. I don’t know about here. Though, I feel something.” She explained. She grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “I’m just tired from my trip. That’s probably why I couldn’t lift the remote.” I walked back to Vinyl who was till flicking through the channels. As usual, there was nothing on. When she discovered this, she settled on the news channel. Not that she was watching it. The DJ began looking around my before her eyes settled on a framed picture of my girl and eye. She simply smiled. “Who’s this girl?” Vinyl asked as she pointed to the blonde girl in the photo. “That’s my girlfriend.” I replied while smiling, “Going on a year.” “She looks…obnoxious…uptight…a rich daddy’s little girl type.” Vinyl said breaking down my girlfriend, “She’s not the one for you.” “Dude…you haven’t even met her. She’s amazing.” “I don’t have to meet her. I’ve played at enough clubs to know her type.” She sighed, “Bro, I’m trying to help you out. The second she gets bored of you or you stop playing by her rules, she’s gone. Trust me, I went through the same thing you did before I got with Octy.” “Whatever, dude…” I replied. Her words cut deep because somewhere in my mind, I knew they were true. I was just too naïve to accept it. Vinyl simply shrugged before returning to her food. We sat in silence for at least five minutes while the news played in the background. I sipped my coke and she ate. It wasn’t awkward. Just two…”friends” sitting in each other’s company. A march down the Streets of Los Angeles today as Purists speak out against the new ideals and technology of today. Both Vinyl and I heard the broadcast. We looked at the television to see a parade of conservatively dressed men and women walking down a road. They held signs up showing their hatred against anything and everything that went against their religious ideals. “Not these idiots…” I said out loud. “Who are they?” asked Vinyl. “A bunch of extremists who hate everything. If it doesn’t fit into their idea of a pure, clean world then it doesn’t belong. Even the good things don’t fit in their picture. Medicine, technology, prosthetic limbs, food, you name it, they probably hate it.” Vinyl shook her head, “There’s no way to get them to shut up or calm down?” “Unfortunately no.” I explained, “They can legally do it. No matter how stupid they are, they’re protected by the first amendment.” “Oh well, let the ignorant live in their bliss,” Vinyl stood up from the couch. All the fruits and vegetables spilled on the ground, “For we…we are going to party!” She grabbed my hand before pulling me towards the door. I had to admit, she was stronger than I thought. We were almost running before we reached the front door. I didn’t have any complaints. From my experience, you can learn a lot form a person based on the way they party. Plus, staying in at night wasn’t my forte. "Wait," I said, "My ankle bracelet..." Vinyl looked down to my bracelet. "Don't worry, I got this." She kneeled down to my ankle, and with a few twist and tears, the bracelet fell off. “Alright, let’s go. Just let me lock up.” I walked back into the house to retrieve my car keys. “Tesla, lock up the house. And let me know if anyone walks onto the property.” “Of course, sir. Anything else?” Tesla responded. “Uh…insert drunken protocol.” “Will do. The doors will automatically unlock when you arrive, and a Bloody Mary will be ready when you awake.” Vinyl and I walked out of my home which wasn’t anything special. Just a two story home in a gated community in Los Angeles. As we walked away, the home shut down. Metal shielding covered the windows, motion sensor lights armed, and the police were on standby. I checked my watch, which was connected to the system, to see if the shutdown was complete. When it was, we walked to my car- Honda Civic. The solar panels sat on top since gas long since ran out. I unlocked it, we climbed in, and I started the engine. I checked the charge-52%. It should be enough to last the night. If not, the generator should kick in. “Alright, Vinyl. Are ya ready for a night you’ll never forget?” I asked her. “Naw, bro!” She smiled before readjusting her shades, “I’m ready for a night I won’t remember.” I don’t know how, and I never bothered to ask, but my car radio turned on, the music I created began playing, and we both raved to the beat. (Vinyl’s POV) LA is a crazier town than Lower Canterlot at night. The people, the clothes, the food, the music. It’s all so amazing. But what really surprised me was Mason’s carriage with speakers. That was crazy fast and loud. We drove for about twenty minutes before arriving to a club. The neon on the outside was so bright that, even with my glasses on, I could barely see it. Mason parked the car across the street then walked to the front door. He skipped past the entire line, which I add was wrapped around the corner. We reached the bouncer who took one look at him and opened the velvet rope for us both. We walked in ignoring the jeers/ complaints from the waiting members. Inside, the music pumped, the ponies danced, and the strobe lights moved to the beat. I could barely hear myself think; this is where I belonged. Mason walked through the crowd as if he was water. Flowing through the cracks and crevices. I followed as best I could. Soon, I found myself in the front of the club where the music was the loudest. It didn’t bother me none; I was used to it. Mason waved down the DJ who was on the stand, and with a smile, he stopped the music. “Ladies and Gentlemen of the club!” screamed the DJ. His bald, brown head glowed in the set lights, “What I need you to do…is give a big, warm welcome to a DJ whose sound is something different. Coming back home to where he got his start…I give you…Mason Williams…better known as DJ Helix!” The crowd cheered as Mason waved his arms. I could tell he was new to the spotlight since he still blushed and smiled nervously at the crowd. “Hey, Helix! How about you get up here and play us something new!” asked DJ. “Sorry, man. I didn’t come here to play or take the spotlight. I just came here to have fun with my bro, Vinyl Scratch or, as she is known back home, DJ Pon-3” Mason replied. Then, the spotlight shifted to me. I was in the middle of everyone’s attention. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m used to it. I love it. But...these stares weren’t the same I got back in Equestria. They were different-More of the judging, unsure type. The silence was killing me until one person in the back began cheering. She yelled my name while asking for an autograph. Then, everyone else jumped on board. After a while, the music resumed playing, everyone began dancing, and Mason grabbed my hand. He pulled me to the bar. I only remember key things from that night in-between blacking out. First, the first round of shots we had. They were green with a blue powder around it. Delicious but burned on the way down. Second, Mason and I dancing. Of course, I had the moves, but Mason couldn’t dance drunk for his life, but since he was a club hero, they didn’t mind. Third, Mason’s bar brawl. He couldn’t dance drunk, but damn could he fight drunk. Even with his skill, he still took a bad hit to the eye. Fourth, us walking back to his car. We were wobbling, tripping, and holding on to each other. We were laughing about something, but I can’t remember. After that, I blacked out again, yet this time when I awoke, we were strewn on the front yard.