(Get off Your) High Horse Lady
(Oasis)
The night after, Octavia found her in the waiting room, reading a magazine. She looked relaxed. Complacent.
"Miss Pon-three," she said, by way of greeting.
"Not without the glasses," P0N-3 replied, and flashed a pair of red eyes. "Vinyl Scratch. You're a good musician."
Octavia narrowed her eyes. "So you said before."
"I'm better," Vinyl shrugged, and put down her magazine. It was a statement, not an opinion. "I look forward to beating you."
"My apologies, but you'll be waiting a while," Octavia glared. She'd never met with such arrogance.
"Not arrogance. Not until you prove me wrong," Scratch said easily. Her voice was like drifting smoke. Octavia almost forgot how very prescient her answer was in the face of it.
"Very well. I accept your challenge, Vinyl Scratch. I shall not hear my art impugned," Octavia carried on, flaring her nostrils.
The unicorn fixed her with those red eyes again, but there was something different there. A little more effort. A little less contempt.
"...You're interesting," she murmured, and began to walk away. "Until next time."
Octavia watched her go with a glare. That pony had a talent for getting under her skin. But next time, she'd be ready.
"Not arrogance. Not until you prove me wrong,"
Octavia never said arrogance, she thought it, so vinyls response is a bit odd
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Aha, that was the point. Vinyl predicts her thoughts on the matter. (Used to having people think she's a jerk, I guess.) I think I clarified it, unless I was using the word prescient wrong when describing Vinyl's answer.
Where is this taking place?
Wow, two hundred words and I'm impressed.
Your narration and visual imagery is really rather well done. The dialogue is quick and to the point--as it needs to be--and it does well being just the bare minimum. Very interesting situation too, I like this