Ponywatching

by ThunderTempest

FFAF #3-A Night On The Town

“Come oon, Tavi! You just made first chair cellist in the orchestra. You should celebrate!”

“Vinyl, I may not care over much about my reputation, but that does not mean I’m going to go out with you on one of your wild nights.”

“What? Nah, I was just thinking we go out to dinner. Maybe one or two drinks.”

“Oh. I would have thought for sure that you would try to drag me to some bar somewhere.”

“Give me a little credit, Tavi. I’ve known you for long enough that I know what you like.”

“Very well. Give me a minute to clean up.”

*****

“I must say, Vinyl, I would have thought that a place like this was out of your price range.”

“Hey, just because I prefer bars and clubs doesn’t mean I can’t afford stuff like this from time to time. My bit pouch’ll be thin for a while, but I’ve lived on less before.”

“Indeed, I should have been able to tell that, given your popularity. Still, I feel it was remiss of me to judge you so, even after knowing you for so long.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’ve done it with you as well.”

“To mutual misplaced preconceptions, then.”

“To...whatever it was that you said. Cheers!”

*****

“Vinyl, I do feel that this wine is getting to me. I have not felt so pleasant in a good long while.”

“Yeah, I’m starting to feel it as well. What do you say we go and have some fun, though?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Oh, you are going to love this, Tavi. It’s even musical!”

“The...Mug and Mic?”

“Yep!”

*****

“TaaAaaKe MeeeEeE OoooOOoon.....”

“Make it stop, make it stop!”

“I’llLLL be goOOneeE, in a day or TwOOOoooooOOO!”

“Vinyl Scratch, you get off that microphone right now!”

“I’m having fun, and you can’t stop me!”

“Watch me.”

*****

“Vinyl, I think I’m drunk.”

“you shure? Cause both of you sheem pretty fine to mee.”

“I’m shure. Hic. Yesh, I’m drunk.”

“You’re a light, a light...what’she the word again?”

“Light weight?”

“Yeah, that. You’re that.”

“I am not a lightweight, hic, Vinyl. I just get drunk really quick.”

“Shame thing.”

“Ishe not!”

*****

[Time]

“Vinyl? Vinyl, wake up.”

“Whassat?”

“Vinyl, you are lying on top of me. Get up.”

“Huh? Tavi?”

“Yes, Vinyl, It’s me. My head is pounding, and your incoherence is not helping.”

“‘S called a ‘hangover’. Wake me when the floor stops moving.”

“Moving? Vinyl, the floor is moving!”

“So?”

“Vinyl, that means we aren’t in Canterlot anymore!”

“WHAT?”

“Ow ow ow, my head, Vinyl! Please be quieter next time!”

“Well, Tavi, I have good news and bad news.”

"What's the good news?"

“The good news is that at some point during the night, we appear to have somehow gotten really rich.”

“And the bad news?”

“We’re on an airship.”

“Air...ship? Oh Celestia, where’s the....”

*****

“Tavi?”

“Yes, Vinyl?”

“We are never doing this again.”

“Agreed.”

Author's Note:

Written for FFAF #3. As usual with these, there is no set prompt, but the 30 minute time limit still applies.

Comments

[Themaskedferret]

*Snerk* Interesting.