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// TaviScratch? Vinocta? Scratchtavia? Octavinyl? 
// Story: How Every Shipfic Would Actually Happen 
// by TheOnly 
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Octavia trotted nervously into the restaurant, wary about the idea of going on a date with a pony she had never met before.  One of her musician friends had suggested that the date happen, and without asking had gone ahead and set it up.  Octavia had no other choice but to go on the date and try to make the most of it.  

She waited at her table for the pony that was supposed to meet her.  From within the crowd, one pony's mane stood out.  It had streaks of electric and light blue, and was jagged along the edges.  Octavia giggled at the foolish manecut, especially in the face of such a fancy restaurant.  Her giggling slowly died out as the pony trotted toward the table.  

"Hey, are you Octavia?" said the pony.  Octavia's eyes widened, not sure if her friend was just playing a cruel joke on her.  

"Yes.  And you are?"

"Vinyl Scratch."

The pony sat in the seat across from Octavia.  She studied the tall glasses that were on the table while Octavia fidgeted with her hooves, wondering if she should start a conversation.  Luckily, the waiter came to their table.

"What would you like to drink?" he asked.  

Before Octavia could speak, Vinyl turned to the waiter and ordered.  "I'll have a large glass of cider please."

Octavia couldn't believe it, but kept her mouth shut.  Cider was something a pony ordered at a bar, not in a high-end restaurant!  Octavia sighed and remembered how excited her friend was about the date.  She concluded that this "Vinyl" had a nice personality.  

"I'll just have some water," said Octavia.  The ponies stared at each other awkwardly for a few moments.  Suddenly, Vinyl broke the silence.

"Do you mind if I put these on?" she said, taking a pair of purple and blue sunglasses out from under the table.  Octavia shook her head and Vinyl put them on. 

Octavia hoped that Vinyl was only wearing the glasses to help her eyesight.  They looked ridiculous!  She considered leaving and avoid being seen with such a pony, but didn't want to disrespect her friends taste.  She took a deep breath, and tried to find something they might have in common. 

"So, Vinyl, what kind of music do you play?  What instruments?" she gave a warm smile, hoping that Vinyl would play an instrument that was somewhere in the strings family to create a point of similarity.  

Before Vinyl could answer, the waiter had come back with their drinks.  Without even setting it on the table, Vinyl took the glass of cider and drank all of it.  After she had finished, she looked at Octavia.

"Music?  I DJ."

"Okay, I think we're done here."  Octavia got off of her seat and trotted out of the restaurant.