Special Request

by Poetic Justice

Desperation (Vinyl)

I hope I don't look stupid with half of my face buried in this scarf. It's just...the way it smells is so....wow, I sound like a clingy loser. Still though. hhhnnnnn....

I didn't really pay attention to where I was going, but I snapped back into reality pretty quickly after slamming into light post number three. Lucky for me though, I was close to Lemon's coffee shop. Most of the lights were off, except for a few dim ones that were attached to some appliances. I put my face to the window to see if anypony was there. The DJ that took my place all ready wrapped up. There was nopony in the building and my equipment was shut down. I looked around the lobby. It looked as if nothing happened, except the large DJ booth. The place was unrealistically clean, I eyed a few spots that I was positive I saw a stallion or two puke, but there was nothing. Lemon really outdid himself.

"You there!" A loud voice came from my side.

Oh no. I quickly turned my head to see a large figure. I couldn't see who it was, but the figure pretty much gave it away.

Shit I took a step back and ran the other way.

"Stop right there!" They shouted again. I didn't look back to see if they were chasing me. The snow was at least five inches, and all of my focus was spent trying not to fall. What's funny is that, since I was a filly, I've been told I don't have a lot of focus, and that came back to bite me in the flank. My hoof caught onto something in the ground, buried on the snow, and I was brought down to my knees. I remember always laughing in horror movies, when the pony falls and they just scoot back instead of getting up and running. It's not nearly as easy as I thought it was. I don't know if it was energy or fear, but I just stared at the figure following me instead of doing the smarter alternative.

"Thought you could outrun me, eh?" They said. I turned my head and shut my eyes.

"Typical Vinyl. Just like prom."

I looked up to the figure standing above me. Their muzzle was barely an inch from mine. I looked into his dark green eyes. I buried my face into the scarf. Not because of why I was doing it earlier, but I couldn't help but feel blood rush to my face.

"Lemon, what are you doing?"

"You owe me."

"W-What for?"

"The guards came earlier."

"A....And what did they say?"

"They asked about a certain white unicorn."

The pause he took was uncomfortably long. All he did was stare into my eyes, with some kind of smile on his face.

As much as I hate being in this position, at least when she did it, it was....ugh....focus.

"Get off me, Lemon."

"Or what?" He had a mischievous look in his eyes. I knew what he was thinking.

"Or I'll..." I froze. It wasn't because I didn't have anything against him, I had loads of ammo I could use. However, he does let me play at his shop, he did take the fire from the guards for having underage ponies at my parties. Maybe I do...somewhat owe him. I slowly closed my eyes and waited for the inevitable to happen.

"Hey, Lovebirds!" A voice shouted. I felt Lemon's weight shift off me. I turned my head to look whoever shouted. I was extremely relieved when I saw a teal unicorn a few feet away approach us. She had a huge smile on her face.

"What's up?" She said. I hid more of my face in the scarf. We both looked over to Lemon.

"S-She fell in the snow, and I was making sure she was okay." He said.

Against better judgement, I didn't say anything at the time. Lyra kept her happy expression on her face. She was obviously oblivious to what was about to happen. Probably for the better though. Lyra would have torn Lemon to shreds. She did just stand there though. She kept staring at Lemon, with a look on her face like she expected something. I looked over to Lemon, he shuffled around nervously. His head would go in all directions, except towards me or Lyra.

"I'm...going to make sure everything is locked up." He broke the silence.

"Sure thing!" Lyra cheerfully said.

Lemon nodded his head and made his way to the front of his shop. Once he was out of view, I was nearly blinded from a floating yellow object. I looked back to Lyra. She used her magic to form some ghost claw to help me up. I held my hoof out, and her claw grabbed onto it.

"Thanks." I said as her claw pulled me up.

"You're lucky I came back." Her smiling face was swapped for a very grim expression.

"You're right. I am . Thanks, Lyra." I thought about it for a second. "Why are you out here anyway?"

"I decided to hang around after the party for you to come back. I have some good news." Lyra couldn't help but smile.

"What good news?"

"That grey mare you have an interest in..."

"Yea?" I got excited.

"She thinks she hurt you and is too scared to see you face to face ever again."

"That's....not good news."

"Don't worry, I calmed her down for the most part, and I told her to text you. Have you checked your phone?"

"Oh, no." I used my magic to dig my phone out of my saddlebag.

"I'll check it right now."

....

"What did you tell her to send?" I focused a little more on the contents in my bag.

....

"I...feel....OH BUCK ME." I slammed my hoof against my head.

"What?! What's wrong?" Lyra asked.

"I left my phone on my booth when I got the other DJ to cover for me."

Lyra couldn't help but laugh. "So go inside and get it." She said between breaths.

"Yea, sure. I'll just avoid Lemon as I walk through his entire shop and back."

"Oh, that's right." She looked down for a moment, then beamed back up. "Just use your magic to levitate it out!"

"Oh, right. Duh. Come with me to the window."

She nodded, and we made our way to the side window. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when Lemon was nowhere to be seen. Lyra pulled out her phone and called mine. I looked around the shop, trying to spot it. It definitely got off the DJ stand. Lyra put her phone down when mine went to voicemail. At least I could count out somepony stealing it. Lyra dialed the number again and held the phone to her ear.

"Hey, I think I see it." I said, pressing my face against the glass.

"Then get it." Lyra sounded impatient.

It was hard to focus my magic, I saw my phone light up from the side room. I managed to get the phone, and I started to pull it towards me. I could feel my magic pulling it, but what I saw said otherwise. The light stayed in the same place beyond the door. I focused harder and tried pulling as hard as I could. I hit my head against the glass in exhaustion. I gave up on the phone.

"Umm, Vinyl. Look." Lyra said.

I lifted my head to see Lemon holding my phone.

Ugh, that's just great

Lemon tilted his head, saying "Come Here" as he did so. I looked over to Lyra. She offered to come in with me, but I knew that Lemon wanted to talk alone. I walked through the front doors and up to Lemon. He had my phone in his hoof, he was going through it. Normally, that wouldn't bother me. I had nothing to hide on my phone, but just the way he looked at me, then back to it.

"What do you want?" I didn't wait until I was close to him to ask.

"Well, you see. I feel that you kind of owe me after what happened last night."

"That may be, but this is blackmail, Lemon."

"No, this is me getting even. For all the parties. For all the guards. For all the damn mess you leave behind at every single party."

The anger I was feeling started to turn into guilt.

"F-fine. What do you want me to do in return?"

"Oh, that's simple. You see, there is a large event coming up..."

Comments

[dj-pon3fan]

Time for Lemon to use Vinyl. I wonder what the event is?

[Raistlin]

And what do the guards or Octavia´s mom have against Vinyl? Fiddlestick is the one who gate crashed the party and got drunk on her own. Vinyl had the enormous decency of leaving her party and taking Fiddle back home, with not even the slightest evidence of having taken advantage of the mare.

[Muzzle_luvr]

Oh shit. So Lemon is... damn. Didn't see that coming.
Also this big event sounds like it might be... bad. Lemon sure started acting particularly rapey

She did just stand there though.

I think that should be 'didn't'

Lemon:You see there is a large event coming up.
Vinyl: oh y-yeah? W-what kind of event?
Lemon: Just a big group of me and my friends getting together for some fun, we are looking for some... fun.
Vinyl: W-w-what kind of fun did you have in mind?
Lemon: A bukkake party!

[Poetic Justice]

4510206 Well, think about it. Her filly is brought home, drunk, by a pony that she already has a negative opinion toward. In a state of panic and anger, it would seem to make logical sense to over-react and start pointing fingers about whose fault it is, probably because she wants to believe her filly is perfect and would never go to a party like that. -shrugs- No idea what her personality is. I'll have to go into that next time I write her I suppose.

[Raistlin]

4510801

I´m talking about Vinyl´s reaction. Why is she running away? that only makes her look guilty. Like I said, she can perfectly defends herself in front of the authorities.