My perfect world

by Lonepone

Somewhere to stay

I’m lost in my own thoughts as I walk into the hotel lobby room, so I don’t notice him until I bump into him.

“Please watch where you're going next time... Oh, hey, it’s you, Vinyl! Watcha doin here?” Synth says to me as I bump into him.

“Hey, Synth. You two stayin here?” I ask him.

“Yeah, funny story actually. We came to rent a room for the few weeks we’d be staying here in town, but when we go up to the front desk to register, we were told that someone had already reserved a suite for us. Crazy, right? I guess there must be somepony out there who loves us”

“More than one, probably. You two are awesome”

He ruffles my hair. “Thanks, but I don’t think we’re that good. So why are you here, anyways? I thought you lived with Octavia?”

“Yeah, I thought I did too...”

“Come up too our room. We can talk about it there” He says, leading the way. We walk along the main hall, and I take in the amazing scenery. The main hall that we’re in now is at least two stories tall, with plenty of gold and silver used throughout. Theres a piano sitting in one of the corners, up on a small, raised stage. Octavia would’ve loved a place like this.

We ride the elevator all the way up to the top floor before it stops and lets us out. Synth leads me all the way down the hall, before stopping at the last door at the end of it. He opens it, letting me in. And inside, it looks amazing.

The carpeting is a plush red, very soft. As i walk down the hall, past the shoe closet, I come into the living room/dining room. The table is made of real wood, painted black, with six chairs put around it. On one wall is a massive flat screen. There is a sofa and a reclining chair in front of it, both covered in a black leather. I walk through one of the doors to arrive in the kitchen. All stainless steel and glass. All the cutting edge technology. “Help yourself” Synth says. I open the fridge, looking around for something to drink. I reach in, grab a hard cider. I bite the cap off and throw it in the trash before taking a large swig of it.

“Come on, through here” He says, leading me through another door. We walk down a second hall before coming out onto a good sized patio. Theres a perfect view of the entire city from here.

(Insert Protohype and Getter - the peak here)

Synth sits in one of the chairs, and I sit in the other. We both sit for a while, taking in the sights. And isn’t it a great one. The sun has set, leaving only the city lights to illuminate Ponyville, outlining the streets, showing all the ponies still walking around at this time. Those are my type of people. Theres still a warm breeze coming in, making it comfortable.

“So? What happened?” Synth asks me.

“Long story. You sure you want to know?” I try and avoid the question.

“Yes, I do. If you don’t want me to tell anyone else, thats fine, I won’t”

“Fine, since you’re so persistent” I tell him everything that happened this evening.

“Well. Looks like not everythings going well than. You can stay here with us until Octavia lets you back in. I’m sure Bass won’t mind” He says that with a wicked smile.

Oh, shit. I completely forgot about Bass. And what did that smile mean? This is bound to be one interesting stay. “So where is he, anyways?

“Oh, just trying to find the pony who rented us this suite. The manager thinks it was some pegasus named Rainbow something. Flash, or Dash, something along those lines. I dunno-” He’s interrupted by the door slamming open.

“I’m home!” Bass shouts to the suite in general.

“-when he’ll get back” Synth finishes unnecessarily.

“No shit, really?” I ask him sarcastically.

“We’re back here, Bass” Synth shouts to him.

Bass walks out onto the patio with us. “Look who decided to show up! Whatcha doin here? Tavi kick you out?” He jokes, then sees the look on my face. “Ouch. I have a bad habit of doing that. You can stay here, if you want...”

“Yeah, thanks”

“Cool. I’ll show you your room” He leads me back down the hallway, and shows me into a room. “We’ll be out on the patio if you need anything” He walks out. I take my saddlebags off and unload them. I put my laptop on the desk, my bag of bits I keep in them, and I put the bottle under one of the corners of the bed, until I can find a better place to store them.

Am I really endangering other ponies careers by having these? I can stop anytime, it’s just I love the calming effect that they have. And as long I don’t overdose again, there won’t be any long term effects he said. And speaking of him, I need to see him again, and get a refill.

I sit on my bed, not knowing exactly what to do. I’ve gotten a place to stay, know what? I look at the corner of my bed where I have the bottle hidden, and I decide to go for a little walk. I walk out to the patio, poke my head in the doorway. I’m greeted by the sight of two good friends laughing and drinking. I really hope what I’m doing doesn’t endanger that. “Hey guys, I’m gonna go for a walk outside. Clear my head. Seeya later” And with that I disappear back down the hall. I walk down to the front door, down another hallway to the elevator. I get in, push the floor level button. I wait for it to arrive, before finally getting to the ground floor. I’m walking out the main entrance, when someone shouts my name.

“Wait! Vinyl!” Bass shouts.

Fuck! Just what I didn’t need right now. “That would be me” I say before turning around to look at him. It’s hard not to look at him though... That thought has to sink in for a second before I mentally punch myself again.

“Unless you were gonna do something important, I wanted you to show me how you mix songs like that”

Everyone always seems to interrupt me right as I’m about to do something. It takes all my self control (which is very small) to keep from hitting him. “Fine. Fine. I’ll show you” I say, pissed off.

I’m a volatile mix of two very different thoughts right now. On one hand, I really don’t want to be doing anything than going to see him right now. I really need that refill. But do I really need it? And on the other hand, I would love to do anything with Bass. Especially if it leads to me and him in my room. Alone... Wait. What the fuck did I just think? I really need to control that.

We walk back to the elevator amidst the stare of all the other ponies staying here.

“So how did you reach me so fast? I took the elevator, and there’s only one” I ask him.

“Yeah, I ran down the steps” He says nonchalantly.

“You ran down fifty floors of steps?” No way.

“To steal the words outta one of my surprisingly good friends mouth: Eeyup”

“And you aren’t tired?”

“Again, to steal some more of his words: noope”

“You some superhero or something?”

“Look four lines up from this one in the story this guy is writing, and then read it in my voice, since it was my line. That’s your answer”

I get that look on my face when I’m trying to figure something out. On Ifunny they’d often take a picture of that expression and put the words: Computing. Computing. Under it... What the hell is Ifunny? And where’d I get that thought? “What?” I end up saying.

“I have no clue. No, I’m not a superhero” he looks at the ground for a moment, thinking. “That was kinda wierd”

“Eeyup” I say.

The door opens, letting us out. We walk back into the suite.

“Come on, I’ll show you how I do it” I say, meaning two things at once.

Author's Note:

This was my fourth chapter entry, so I decided to break the fourth wall.

The next chapter will be from Synth's point of view. He, as a character, is kind of the person that's forgotten about, or is just kind of left in the background. I'm probably writing it as you read this.

Enjoy

Comments

[HowDoIEvenBrony]

I think you're writing chapter 13 while i read this