//------------------------------// // Pancake Saturday // Story: All in a Day's Job // by RiverBankNut //------------------------------// All in a Day's Job - Chapter 3 By River Author's Note: This chapter is purley back-story, it is skippable, but not unimportant. I just didn't want to make this into a seperate fic. What a beautiful day it was when Vinyl woke up. Saturday was her favorite day to wake up on, sience Octavia would make pancakes that day. In fact, she was already in the middle of making them by the time Vinyl woke up, and the scent from the cooking reached her room. Sniff-sniff. Mmmmmm murmured Vinyl when her muzzle came up on the scent. She ecstatically got out of bed and rushed out of her room. Following the fantastic aroma downstairs all the way to the kitchen, she felt as if she was hovering in the air, carried by the scent, slowly being dragged there. Truely, Saturdays were special to her. Which made what happened all the worse. "Good morning" greeted Octavia with a warm smile. Octavia wasn't supposed to be making the pancakes this early, but she wanted to put Vinyl in a good mood, considering what she was about to tell her. Sniff-sniff-sssssnif "Awww yeah! Pancake Saturday!" shouted Vinyl. Octavia giggled at her excitement as she took two plates out of the dishwasher and brought them to the table. "Sit down, I'm just finishing the last one" requested Octavia, and Vinyl followed. Octavia fried the last pancake and moved the pile over to the table. Vinyl floated both the maple and the chocolate syrups onto her side of the table. "I can't wait to eat these pancakes!" declared Vinyl and levitated half the stack to her plate. Octavia took the other half and they both dug straight in. Vinyl didn't really have much of table manners, but she had the decency to compliment the chef. Mmmmmm murmured Vinyl, "dewicious! Jusht wike awewayth!" she said. Octavia giggled agian. "Thanks" said Octavia. And then, a stroke of silence came upon her face. Suddenly, her head dropped, and she let out a quick sigh, as if she was getting ready to make a speech. Vinyl noticed and looked at her suspiciously. She slowed down her chewing and raised a brow. "Ith thomthing wong?" asked Vinyl with a mouth full of pancake. Octavia sighed agian. "Listen, Vinyl, i need to talk to you" she replied. Vinyl swallowed her mouth's contents. "I'm afraid this is going to be your last pancake Saturday" she said. Vinyl remained silent for a few moments and her face was filled with confusion and misunderstanding. Vinyl shook her head. "What are you talking about?" she asked with a doubting look. Octavia didn't respond, she got up and left the room. "Wait, answer me!" shouted Vinyl. Once agian, no response. As much as Vinyl wanted to finish eating the rest of the pancakes, she couldn't put that question to rest, so she followed Octavia. Vinyl entered the living room and Octavia gave her a snobby look. "Look, what is this?" asked Octavia and pointed her hoof at the giant mess of a living room. The room truely was messy, mud on most of the floor, the couch stunk with an attitude, damaged belongings and souvenirs from Vinyl's time with a stallion were all over. "Yeah, it's a messy room, so what?" claimed Vinyl. And just like that, Octavia snapped. "That's just it! I am tired of your lack of even the smallest amount of personal hygiene! And you get it all over the bloody house! And I've had just about enough of your stallion shenanigans! Don't you ever get tired? For Celestia's sake you were at it untill three fricking AM last night!" she bursted out with everything she had. "Octi, where are you going with this?" she asked, being slow on the up-take. Octavia sighed and facehoofed. "What i'm saying is, that i want you out, I'm going to find a different roommate, a sane roommate! One that has a fricking clue what being a mare means" she explained. "Wait..." Vinyl gasped. "Oh gosh, i didn't know you were that kind of pony Octi" she said. "What?" asked Octavia and cocked her head back in confusion. "You know, a playful mare, a checkers cheater, a muff-muncher, a lesbian!" a silent moment passed as Octavia was dazed from the accusation. She shook her head to regain expression. "What!? How did you even come up with that!? I am not a lesbian!" claimed Octavia. "Oh come on Octi, it's okay, really, I'm totally down with lesbians, well not down-down but you know" she said. A sudden expression of anger covered Octavia's face and she let out a grunt, she left the room, apolled by the accusations that Vinyl has made. "Will you stop making exits? Nopony's watching" said Vinyl. Vinyl peeked out of the living room to see that Octavia was heading upstairs. She decided to follow her there, because after all, the debate wasn't over. Vinyl made her way to the upper floor and heard shuffling noises from her room. Not wubs, actual shuffles. "What are you doing?" asked Vinyl when she came into the room, she saw Octavia putting her clothes into a saddlebag. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm packing your stuff" answerd Octavia. "Well then stop!" she shouted. "No" said Octavia and came closer to Vinyl's face with a mad stare to show that she was serious, "I know that it will take you all day, so I'm getting you out of here as soon as possible". She then continued to pack Vinyl's belongings. "Fine then! If you don't want me around, I'll leave. No need to be rude" said Vinyl. It didn't take long to pack. Soon enough, she had her stuff ready to go. They both went down the stairs and over to the door. By this time they both came to terms with the situation, Octavia more so than Vinyl. "Wait, Octi, there's one more thing i need to do" she said at the door. Without waiting for premission, Vinyl ran back up to the stairs. "Hey...wait!" shouted Octavia, and Vinyl ignored as she made her way upstairs and into her room. She levitated a sheet of paper and a map out of her drawer. It took a few minutes, but she managed to complete her task. '...Alright, sender name aaaaaand, i'm done' she thought. She put the papers into an envelope and made her way downstairs. She sighed when she saw Octavia. She passed her and went outside, but not to the street, to the matt that welcomed her home. Or... used to. "Goodbye Vinyl, and good luck out there" bed Octavia ferwell. "Goodbye Octi, I hope you find a better mare than me" bed Vinyl as well, and went off to her way.