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// 6 
// Story: The Moms have been Doubled. 
// by The SideKick 
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You and Miss Scratch were now seated at a table for two with a window view at The Crystal Corner. It had been a delightfully amusing ride you must say. The poor dear had been flustered the entire time, having trouble speaking without stuttering. While you did not indulge in her brand of music, as a fellow musician you had in fact heard of her before hoof from time to time. You knew, if you remembered correctly, that she was a rather brass but earnest mare that had no trouble asserting herself. This only added to just how adorable she was blushing and trying to keep eye contact to only to look to the side embarrassed.

When at last you two had reached the restaurant she had made the attempt to hold the door open for you only to have her dress snag in the door frame and fall forward on to her face. After suppressing the urge to giggle you offered her a hoof and smiled at her muttered "Thank you". It had been fifteen minuets since you had been seated and not one word had been spoken since after the waiter took your orders. You felt it was time to fix this little dilemma.

"So Miss Scratch, I was-"

"Um...Just Vinyl is fine, never saw the point in being so formal...no offense."

You just gave her a reassuring smile.

"None taken Vinyl, I'm not really one for formalities myself."

You flick your eyes over some of the other diners in the restaurant before looking at Vinyl again.

"I'm just very adjusted to working and living with those who would be put off just by the mere thought that one would not address without the proper formal speak."

You were delighted to finally get an admittedly small but genuine smile from your date.

"I can understand that, living in Canterlot taught me that real fast."

Her smile transforms into a grin.

"Like this one time I was working this small corner club that had just open up down on Marcy Mane Ave. Everything's going fine, another gig another dollar, then this stallion barges in still wearing his pajamas, which were bright neon pink by the by, and starts making a scene!"

She squares up her shoulders and puts on a slightly irradiated neutral look on her face.

"EXCUSE me, I would very much appreciate it if you turn this drivel that you call music off."

She turned her nose up and put a hoof to her chest.

"Some ponies are actually trying to sleep at a REASONABLE time of night."

"Really now? I must say that most "nobles"-"

You air quote nobles with your hooves.

"-I know wouldn't take the time to deal with "the commoners", not wanting to dirty their own hooves."

You just couldn't stop the small grin on your face at the huge one Vinyl gave you.

"Then I really feel sorry for the guy after what we did to him."

"You didn't torture the poor dear did you?"

"Naw, nothing illegal, but boy did we have fun with him."

And so she launched the most jovial story of how the poor pony was mercilessly bombarded with many an alcoholic drink and rave music. While rather funny you were more delighted to see Vinyl actually being confident and smiling. You rather liked it.





Be Vinyl Scratch again.

("YES YES YES!!!")

You had been absolutely terrified that you had already destroyed this date before it could really even start. The entire ride here you had made a complete idiot of yourself, stuttering like a scratched record. And yes, you put that last sentence in a brain folder so you could rework it later as a pun on your name. You just know that Nonners would LOVE to hear it...

But back to the date, when you fell over opening the door you had immediately thought that was it, date done. Octavia would be disappointed and leave or burst out laughing at you fr being so dumb or...she could just cover up a giggle with her hoof in an insanely adorable way and help you up, asking if you were alright. The floor was a very interesting thing to look at as you walked to your table, you must say. Thankfully things started to look up when you sat down. Just like you had thought she was nothing like any other pony you knew to have grown up in Canterlot, having an actual sense of humor and not having to try and gossip about somepony elses hair or whatever every two minuets.

She seemed to really like all the stories you had about the big cities night life, nearly falling out out of her chair laughing  when you got to the one about Strings torching all his tail hair off. It was hard to describe the feeling of getting the black haired beauty to laugh was like. You had noticed that a lot of the other diners were giving you two looks, what with Octavia laughing the whole time and you not exactly being the quiet type. It didn't really bother you and it didn't look it was bothering her either so you just let it go for now.

"-And then he just chugs the glass in one go! Doesn't even flinch."

"Oh that's absolutely horrid! I don't even want to think of having a concoction like that near me, let alone drink!"

"Yeah, stuff looked real nasty. But if you think THAT was bad then just wait until you hea-"

"Your food madams."

The waiter pony startled you a bit, you hadn't even notice him come up. He placed Octavia's food in front of her first, a fruit salad that you swear you've seen in one of those culinary magz before with a tall slender glass of water. After she thanked him he placed your's in front of you, a couple of daisy rose sandwiches and another glass of water. You had wanted to order some wine or cider, but if Octavia didn't want to drink on your date then you weren't gonna either. Thanking the waiter the two of you dug in.

"Not bad, could really use some hot sauce, but I'm guessing they don't have anywhere. Or at least anything stronger then generic stuff anyway."

"Heh heh, I'd say that is a fair assumption, though I would like to see some of these ponies add a little spice to their life from time to time, even if it has to be literally."

She made a small gesture to the surrounding diners.

"Ha, yeah it would be nice. You know what would be FUNNY though? If they tried having some of my home made chilli sauce. The good ol' spice buster."

You grin at the image that pops into your head. Octavia smiles too, but her face quickly switches over to looking nervous.

"I'm sure it would be a little much for their..."refined" taste pallet, but that aside there's something I've been meaning to ask you."

You swivel you ears towards her a little more than they already were.

"What's that Tavi?"

You flinched reflexively, you hadn't meant to use a nickname yet. Thankfully she didn't look like she cared so you just let her go on.

"Well it's a rather personal question and may seem offensive."

You didn't like the sound of that.

"Um...I mean this IS a date so go ahead, ask whatever ya want."

"Very well, I was wondering...why is Anonymous in your care?"

And all you could do was stare. Then you laughed like a mad mare. At her confused face you forced yourself to stop.

"That's what you were so scared to ask? Pff, that's nothing. I always love telling embarrassing stories about Anon."

Hearing this she sighed a breath of relief.  

"I guess it was a bit silly to be so scared to ask, but I didn't want to pry."

You waved a hoof dismissively.

"Naw, you ain't steeping on no hoofs or anything. I just want to know why you want to know."

Eye contact suddenly became very hard for her.

"It's just that I find it very interesting that a mare living your life style would take on the responsibility of raising a child, especially one who is so unique."

As was your trademark you didn't even think before you said-

"It was an accident."

You face hoofed when Octavia's eyes widened.

"I mean, it technically was but...look how about I just tell you how I found him, okay?"

Blinking a little she nodded.

"I think that would be nice."