//------------------------------// // Chapter 4- Get your groove on! // Story: What could go wrong? // by TheOctoWriter //------------------------------// Thomas stumbled out of the Equestrian Games Stadium. He was wet, cold, and hungry. He walked along a small bridge in Ponyville... until he saw something that piqued his interest. It looks like a bar. Thomas thought as he walked in. "Pheeew..." Thomas said. Finally, I can get something to drink around here. maybe even some food. Thomas thought. "What'll it be son?" The barkeep asked. "I'll take a scotch on the rocks." Thomas replied. "And a plate of super cheesy nachos." Thomas added. "Here's your order sir." The Barkeep said. "Enjoy." "Thanks." Thomas said as he dug into the food. It's beautiful... Thomas thought. After Thomas finished the food he sighed happily. "That was some good grub." Thomas said quietly. "Heh, you got that right." A voice said. "Frank, get me a vodka martini." Spike said. "Here ya go boss." Frank said. "Thanks." Spike said as he starting sipping. Thomas turned and saw a small purple dragon. "Ey dude, Aren't you a little young to be sitting here?" Thomas asked curiously. "Hey! I got my I.D!" Spike said as he showed his I.D to Thomas. "Sorry about that, it's just that you look young." Thomas apologized. "No worries. It happens." Spike said. "I'm Thomas, by the way." Thomas said. "Spike." Spike said. "So, Spike why are you here?" Thomas asked. "To dance my [censored] off and to get some [censored]!" Spike said. "Cool..." Thomas said. "What about you?" Spike asked. "I'm just here to grab some grub and a drink." Thomas. "And miss out on the dance floor?!" Spike said. "Bro... don't you wanna shake it and have fun!" Spike asked. "Not really dude." Thomas said. "Aw! C'mon dude! don't be a party pooper!" Spike said. Thomas was about to said something in response when he stopped. Spike stopped as well and looked at him. "What are you-" "Oh... I see." Spike said with understanding. "See what?" Thomas asked. "I see you checking Vinyl's records." Spike said with a laugh. "Dude, I've been at this game a lot longer than you and let me tell you something." Spike said. "It's not gonna work." Spike said bluntly. Spike then proceeded to tell Thomas about what happened between him and Rarity. Thomas couldn't help but laugh his [censored] off. In fact, he laughed so hard he fell off his bar stool. "You were her [censored] for years and even after all that she wouldn't even go out with you?!" Thomas said still laughing. Spike got angry. "Hey! if you think it's so easy why don't you try getting Vinyl!" Spike challenged. "Oh! is that a challenge I smell?" Thomas said. "I accept! prepare to eat your words!" Thomas said determined. This'll be a piece of cake. Thomas thought. After all, how hard can it be to get a DJ to date you? Thomas learned the hard way that this was no easy task. Thomas strolled up to Vinyl. "Hey... babycakes. I noticed you got some pretty kickin' records." Thomas said with his smoothest voice. Vinyl took off her headphones for a few seconds. "Glad you're enjoying the beats dude!" she said. Then she returned to the beats. Thomas was surprised. Darn! Missed my chance. Gotta be faster than that. Thomas thought. Thomas started gesturing wildly with his claws. This got her attention for a little bit. "Hey... I was just wondering. if you wanted to chill with me later." Thomas yelled. "No! I don't know anypony named Icy Phil!" Vinyl yelled back in response. "Not Phil! Chill!" Thomas yelled. "Do you wanna chill with me?!" But it was too late. Vinyl had gone back to her music. One lost chance! Gotta get this right or else Spike will never let me hear the end of this. Thomas thought. Thomas got on the dance floor and started to dance. He starting pointing at Vinyl and then back at him. Eventually Vinyl started paying attention to him. Although she couldn't really see what he was trying to signal so she started to lean towards him. Thomas then started dancing. His moves were so awesome that Vinyl instantly fell in love with him! Hahaha... NO! Vinyl noticed his moves all right. But she was creeped out by them. Thomas really wanted to get the message across so in his excitement... He decided that Pelvic Thrusting was the best way to get and keep her attention. From Vinyl's point of view, it looked like he was telling her that he wanted to [censored]. Instead of dance with her. Vinyl just looked away in disgust. Thomas had realized that he failed hard. Spike walked over to him and put a claw on his shoulder. "Dude, it's okay. you tried." Spike said with a smile. "Yeah... thanks for not making fun of me." Thomas said with a defeated look. "Hey! You got further than I ever did." Spike said happily. "Eh, good job on trying to get Rarity too." Thomas said. "Much have not been easy." "Believe me, it wasn't." Spike said bluntly. "Hey spike... I was wondering if I could ask you a favor?" Thomas asked nervously. "What is it dude?" Spike said. "I was wondering if I could stay with you. Since I don't have a place to stay at." Thomas. Spike looked at him coldly. Thomas got even more nervous and start sweating. Spike then dropped the look and started laughing, smiling at Thomas. "Haha! Of course dude!" Spike said. "That wasn't funny I thought I was gonna end up homeless!" Thomas said. "Dude, you're like the only other guy that different in Ponyville." Spike said. "I wouldn't leave you hanging like that." Spike said. "So, are we friends then?" Thomas asked. "Sure dude!" Spike said as he fist bumped Thomas. "Thanks Spike!" Thomas said. "No problem dude!" Spike replied. Spike and Thomas stumbled back to Twilight's Library. Spike knocked on the door. "Twilight, open up I got a friend who needs help and [censored]!" Spike said. "Spike, where have you been do you have any-" Twilight saw Thomas. "H... hello, I'm Twilight Sparkle, and who might you be?" "I'm Thomas." Thomas said then laughed his [censored] off because he was too dam drunk. Thomas had passed out in front of Twilight. Twilight sighed then brought them both in. "Thomas you can sleep... over there." Twilight said. "And as for you Spike, get showered and go to bed!" Twilight yelled. "Huh what? Oh Rarity... that feels amazing." Spike said in semi sober state. "Spiiiiiike!" Twilight called out in a singing voice. "GET YOUR LAZY [CENSORED.] UP! AND GO TO BED! YOU [CENSORED!]" Twilight yelled. "Ahhh! Holy [censored.] I'm awake! I'm awake!" Spike said in a panic as he run upstairs to get ready for bed. "As for you... I guess I have no choice but to share a bed with you." Twilight said to the still passed out Thomas. Early Morning Spike woke up to some loud thumping noises coming from Twilight's room. Spike pressed his ear to a wall and listened trying to figure out what was going on. He then heard this. "Uggh! Twilight.... I'm trying to fit inside but it's too small!" Thomas said frustrated. "Keep trying Thomas! Come On! Come On! Push it in harder dam it!" Twilight yelled. "Oh yes! Sweet Celestia [censored] yes!" Twilight screamed. After a few minutes of their cries of happiness, Spike then heard "I'm almost there Twilight!" Thomas cried out. "Come on! Keep going!" Twilight said. Spike then heard a pop and then "Yes! Thomas! Yes!" Twilight screamed out in pure bliss. "That was amazing Twilight." Thomas said panting heavily. Spike almost knocked down the door trying to get in. Once he did, he spoke a few choice words. "WHAT THE [CENSORED] ARE YOU DOING?! THAT'S MY SIS-" Spike then noticed that Thomas was missing. Twilight looked at Spike confused. Spike found him outside on the ground. "Hey dude!" Thomas said and waved. "Wait, you mean you guys weren't..?" Spike said confused. "But the noises I heard they-" "That was just Thomas and I celebrating our success at getting him out the window." Twilight explained. "He wouldn't fit so I had to push him out using my magic." Twilight explained further. "Oh, so that wasn't..?" Spike said. "No Spike, I wouldn't do that type of stuff around you." Twilight said. "I would at least tell you first so you could go someplace quiet." Twilight said with a smile. "Oh good!" Spike said wiping the sweat off his brow.