//------------------------------// // Nails for Breakfast, Tacks for Snacks // Story: Octavia Crashes a Party and Wins a Roomate // by ChaseTheChangeling //------------------------------// Spitfire trotted briskly into town, her eyes scanning the area diligently until her eyes set on what it was that she wanted to see. Her wings beat eagerly to speed up, reaching a tall pale white stallion who sipped peacefully at a glass, his rump planted firmly on a bale of hay. Vinyl was impatient, the whole walk, Spitfire had said nearly nothing as she urged the unicorn to follow close behind her. The day, although and clear and bright, didn't manage to ease the DJ's pain. Instead, Vinyl stayed and stewed in her anger and guilt, frustrated by the pegasus's weird antics. The place Spitfire had lead them to, was none other than the "highest class" restaurant in Ponyville. The building a cozy wooden one with mushrooms for tables and hay bales for seats, small vases with flowers for appetizers, and a single waiter trotting along with practiced skill as he balanced dirty plates on his back, and fresh entrees on a single hoof, the other three sending him along without a single wobble in his step. But these things were all missed by the somber DJ, her eyes focused on either the pegasus leading her to the place, or her hooves, carrying her halfheartedly along. "So," Spitfire said with a small smile as Vinyl trotted up behind her, "you ready to play a set that'll set you straight?" Vinyl shrugged and gave a sigh. It would help to think, but this didn't seem like it would be easy to answer. Spitfire only shook her head and turned to the stallion sitting only a few paces away, his head since moved to greet the two mares, a gentle smile on his lips. "Hello, ladies," Fancy Pants waved them over with a hoof, "what is it that I've done to be blessed with the presence of such lovely company?" "Vinyl here has a crush, but she messed it up and wants to think about it." Spitfire blurted quickly. Fancy tapped his chin with a fake thinking face. "Now... this pony.... was it one of the ponies that came in and made a scene at my last party?" Fancy asked with a stern face. Vinyl shrugged and looked away. Spitfire rolled her eyes. "I think so, she's like, a grey earth pony... right Vinyl?" Spitfire turned to see Vinyl looking off into the distance. Spitfire turned back to the white stallion and gave a sheepish smile. "Let's just get some plans down and see if we can't make something happen?" Fancy chuckled and turned back to his drink before responding, his eyes fixed on the swirling liquid in the cup. "Well then, miss Spitfire... tell me what you had in mind....." ----Next Morning---- Octavia stirred, her head heavy and her face numb. After she lifted herself from the hard surface she had nodded off on, she noticed something obscuring her vision, and clinging to her face. A swipe and a shake of the head later, Octavia noticed a pile of papers at her fore hooves. She had been writing music before she went to sleep. But there was very little on any paper. Maybe a few notes her and there, but nothing good, nothing that could be worked on. Octavia only sighed and placed her face into her hooves. The "relaxation" was short lived, as she heard a harsh knock on her door. Hesitantly, Octavia dragged her heavy and sad body over to the door and swung it open. It was no surprise to see her friends Fredric, Harpo, and Beauty all standing there, but Beauty was smiling with a large pamphlet in her mouth. "What's going on?" Octavia asked tiredly before waving her friends in. Beauty simply trotted in and went for the kitchen, rummaging through drawers and pulling out a sharp knife. The others followed into the kitchen and sat down on the floor with curious looks on their faces. Octavia trotted in after them, her face annoyed at the lack of an answer from her friends. Beauty simply looked over to the grey mare and winked. "Look at this!" the blue mare shoved the paper freshly freed from its envelope binding into Octavia's reaction-less face. Octavia took it and looked it over with disinterest. "Read it aloud, silly!" With a forced and annoyed sigh, Octavia read the letter aloud, her eyes scanning the paper seamlessly. To The Rowdy Bunch That Crashed The Last Party! Octavia made a face at this, it was likely a court hearing. She could almost think about how much silence she would be "graced" once she was sent to the moon for such a social taboo. You have been invited to a second party by Sir Fancy Pants and his comrades. You are to attend when the moon reaches its highest point in the sky (or midnight if you prefer). There is no dress code, and you will have all of the amenities free, as well as an open bar, and music being played live! There will also be, if you should need it, open rooms for overnight board, and other activities, such as hot tubs, pools, and games. This party is not an option, it is mandatory or legal action will be taken against you! Thank you -Sir Fancy Pants Octavia dropped the letter on the ground, the rest of the group all feel silent, that is until Fredric spoke up with a cough. "Looks like we're going to a party tonight guys...."