Vinyl Scratch paced, mentally replaying the song in her head, bobbing along gently with the beat. Something was off about this melody, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out what it was.
She was shaken out of her reverie when she saw something out of the corner of her eye. A paper fluttered to the ground, pushed through the mail slot in the door. Looking closer, she saw it was an unsealed envelope. Curious, Vinyl slid it open and read it.
Dear Octavia:
Sorry I had you play the Pony Pokey and accidentally skirted you. I would have said pantsed you but you weren't wearing pants. Or panties. I'm really really really sorry!
The note was signed, in very flowery writing, ‘Pinkie Pie’.
Vinyl frowned, unsure how to take this. Now with this mental image of a panty-less Octavia in mind, she knew she would be definitely unable to focus; but she lay down on the couch and tried anyway, waving her hands in time as she conducted her mental orchestra.
A while later, Octavia returned, evidenced by a heavy sigh and a slamming door. Vinyl sat up and blinked as she saw her marefriend. Octavia looked frazzled and worn out. She pulled off her bow tie and threw it against the wall, ripped off her hairtie (roughly undoing a seventy-five bit haircut), and then reached back for the zipper on her back.
“So,” Vinyl started carefully as she raised her hand and, with a quick spell and practiced gesture, pulled down her zipper and unclipped her bra straps for her. “Grand Galloping Gala didn't go so well?”
Octavia exhaled in relief as she shoved her bra away from her body and threw herself down on the sofa. “Next time I want to skip wearing my lucky music print panties, don't let me,” she growled as she scratched irritably at the marks in her skin that her bra had left. “And if you see Pinkie Pie, let me know, so I can bash her skull in with my cello case.”
Vinyl nodded as she stood up. “I bet you could use a nice, warm, bubble bath,” she said disarmingly.
Octavia gave a weary smile. “Please,” she said graciously. A small smile flickered across her face. “You'll be joining me, right?”
“If you want me to, yeah. I'd love to,” Vinyl said with a smile.