Octavia sighed in pleasure, content simply being so close to the pony she lo... she sniffed. She raised her head from Vinyl's mane, wrinkled her nose, and sniffed again. She frowned and cracked her eyes open. “Vinyl, I smell pee.”
“Huh? Octy, you must be imagining things,” said Vinyl, dreamily.
“No, really! It's gross!” Octavia half sat up and experimentally sniffed herself, sniffed Vinyl, then sniffed the black cape on which they both lay. She squirmed back in disgust. “Ugh! Vinyl! Where did you get this cape?”
“I found it.”
“Where did you find it?”
“In an alley in a dumpster! Can you believe somepony was trying to throw away this awesome vampire cape?”
“Can I believe somepony was trying to throw away trash? Yes, I can believe that.” She pushed at Vinyl.
“Aww, come on, Octy. Can't we just enjoy this moment? Here? Together?”
“Enjoy laying on a pee-soaked dumpster-cape? No.” She gave Vinyl a solid shove and stood up. “I'm going to go shower.” She looked over her shoulder, then down. Her voice was stern. “I expect you to have that rug cleaned.” She entered the bathroom and closed the door behind her and the sound of the shower came through the door.
Vinyl feebly reached out to the empty spot where Octavia had just lay. She groaned in frustration, flailing her legs uselessly. “Just put a stake in my heart and be done with it!”
The bathroom door cracked open and steam poured out. Octavia's voice echoed from inside. “Vinyl, you stink.”
Vinyl rolled upright, her ears perked. “Yeah?”
“...so get in here, you filthy vampire!”
Vinyl scrambled to her hooves and raced to the steamy bathroom.
“And take that disgusting cape off!”
The long, black cape fluttered to the floor as the bathroom door clicked shut behind Vinyl.