Awkward by TaviPlaysTheBass
“So, can I get you two anything to drink?” The waiter stood expectantly at their table, levitating a notepad in front of him, waiting to take their orders.
Shoot, a beer sounds like it would hit the spot right now.
Vinyl looked across the table at her classy date, perfectly neat mane, little pink bowtie.
But what would Octavia order? I need to make a good impression on this mare.
“Yes, I’ll take your finest chordonneigh, please,” Vinyl said, feeling accomplished.
“Oh, just a soda for me, thanks.” Octavia smiled up at the waiter.
A soda? I wish I had a soda. That’d be hitting the spot way better than some fancy wine. I ordered that stupid drink just cause I thought Octavia would approve, then she goes and orders a freakin’ soda!?
Vinyl looked up, only to see Octavia gazing at her expectantly.
Shoot! I think she wants me to talk to her or something. Quick, think of something!
“Sooo…” Vinyl started, “you play the cello, huh? How’s that going?”
Octavia smiled at the fresh conversation topic, looking visibly relieved for the reprieve from the awkward silence. “It’s going quite well. In fact I’ve just been accepted into a new quartet, and I’m the youngest cellist they’ve ever had. It’s really quite an honor.”
Oh man, she’s so awesome. Play it cool, Scratch.
“Wow, that’s really great!”
“Yeah, it is…” Octavia paused uncomfortably, searching for something to talk about. “How is DJing going for you, Vinyl?”
“It’s been treatin’ me pretty well. I just landed a gig at the Ministry of Sound, it’s fun to be playing such a huge gig.”
Octava looked confused. “The Ministry of Sounds? I can’t say I know what you’re talking about.”
“Um, yeah, you’ve probably never heard of it. It’s this huge club downtown.”
“Huge? It must be nice for you to work such sizeable venues.”
Vinyl fidgeted nervously in her seat. “Yeah its a lot of fun, and it seriously racks in the bits.”
“Hmmm… fascinating.” Octavia looked down into her lap and played with her hooves.
“Yeah.”
Oh buck! What do I say!