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- >You are Octavius
- >And you are in your dressing room, getting ready to head home after a very long performance
- >Placing your cello away into its wheeled case, you raise your hooves to your throat to unclip your bowtie and collar
- >With your throat now free, you grunt as you audibly crack your neck
- "Bloody hell... I needed that."
- >You unceremoniously dump your obtrusive accessories into the case, closing it afterwards
- >Hitching it to yourself, you're about to leave when the phone sitting on the dresser catches your attention
- >You remember that Vinyl has tonight off work, and you haven't really gotten to spend much time with her recently
- >Trotting back in, you hook one hoof around the hoofset, using the other to key in Vinyl's number on the rotary dial
- >You hold the hoofset to your head as the phone rings once
- >Twice...
- >Thrice...
- >*click*
- >"Yo, this is Vinyl," you hear your friend answer. "Who's calling?"
- "Oi, Vinyl."
- >"Octavius?! Dude, it's been ages!"
- "I know, right? Been bloody donkey's years. Anyway, I was thinkin'..."
- >Idly, you mess up your mane with a free hoof as you trail off
- >"Yeah, 'Tavius?" Vinyl's voice sounds positively enthusiastic over the receiver. "What were you thinking?"
- "Well... You free around six bong? Was thinkin' we could head out for tea tonight. Just you an' me."
- >"Dude, are you..." Vinyl's voice quietens down to a whisper as she answers. "Are you, like... asking..."
- >Though you hold the hoofset close, you can't quite make out the last few words
- "You what, mate?"
- >"Huh?" Your friend seems jolted by your question. "Oh, uh... nevermind, dude," she finally answers, sighing. "So, anyway, you said six? How about seven?"
- "Seven bong? Eh, I'm easy. It's a date."
- >You pause, realising the potential implications of what you just said
- "Uh... that is, it's um, not in the romantic sense... unless you, uh... in which case..."
- >Vinyl cackles hysterically over the receiver as you fumble over your words
- >"Keep digging, dude," she finally answers, suppressing her laughter to snorts. "You might reach Ger-mane-ia at this rate!"
- "Get stuffed, Vinyl. Just... gah. Seven bong. I'll pick you up. Cheers."
- >Finally calming down, Vinyl hmms in agreement. "Pick up at seven. Got it. See you, 'Tavius."
- ===
- >A few hours later, you find yourself standing at Vinyl's doorstep
- >You raise your hoof, reaching towards the doorbell
- >Pressing it down, however, you hear nothing but a dull click
- >Quietly, you grumble to yourself
- "Bugger."
- >You clear your throat before taking in a deep breath
- "OOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIII!"
- >The noise you unleash is less of a shout and more of a guttural, earth-shaking roar
- >Either way, though, it certainly seems to have gotten the attention of a certain blue-maned unicorn now poking her head out of her window
- >Along with every other pony on this street, it seems
- >"Dude!" Your old friend glares at you, clearly irritated. "I -have- a doorbell, 'Tavius."
- "Yeah, but it's knackered, innit?"
- >You push the button on the broken doorbell in full view of Vinyl to emphasise your point
- >"Oh." Her expression softens as she calms down. "Actually," she continues, putting a hoof to her chin, "that does explain a lot...huh."
- "Yeah. So, y'just about ready up there?"
- >"Almost," she says, pulling her head back in. "I'll be right there."
- >Surely enough, the door opens a couple of minutes later
- >Vinyl stands before you in the doorway, her mane neatly tied into a bun
- >Now that you see her close-up, you're fairly certain she's also wearing at least some makeup, complete with ivory lipstick
- >It's quite the contrast to your now-thoroughly scruffed hair and total lack of accessories
- >Looking your friend up and down, you reach behind your neck, scratching the back of your head in bewilderment
- "Why're you all tarted up like that, anyway?"
- >"O-oh, um..." Vinyl's eyes shift away for a moment, seemingly nervous
- >Wait, nervous?
- >Since when did Vinyl Scratch get nervous? Especially around you?
- >"Well, 'Tavius, you said 'tea', right?"
- "Yeah, what of it?"
- >"It's just, y'know," she continues, looking back to you, "all the tea parlours around Manehattan are pretty swanky, so..."
- "You friggin'... ugh."
- >Sighing, you bury your face into your hoof as you shake your head
- "Not -that- kind of tea, Vinyl."
- >Deadpan, the mare stares silently at you, awaiting your explanation
- "Uh... bloody hell, what's it in Manehattanish...? Right! Dinner. We're, uh, goin' to dinner."
- >"Ooohhh," she responds, nodding. "That kind of tea. Now I got you, dude."
- "Yeah. Sorry 'bout that."
- >The pair of you share a brief chuckle over the misunderstanding
- >As the two of you quieten down, though, you come back to the subject at hand
- "So, what do you reckon of goin' to that pub down the road, the ol' Red Manticore? The drinks are a bit rubbish, but their salad's the dog's bollocks."
- >"I dunno, 'Tavius," Vinyl replies, "I heard they had some kind of rat problem there lately."
- "Rats? Gah. Grotty little bastards..."
- >You shudder as the image of a rat-infested kitchen enters your mind
- "Fuck that, then. Any places you fancy goin' instead?"
- >"Well..." Vinyl grins as an idea comes to her. "We could try Pony Joe's Tavern."
- "Wait, Joe's runnin' a tavern now?"
- >You give your friend a nonplussed expression as you speak
- "I thought that ol' sod just did donuts an' donut accessories."
- >"Nah, dude does all sorts of pastries and stuff now. And," she notes, growing excited, "the cider's totally kickass! Apple Family stuff, straight from Ponyville!"
- "Brilliant. Let's go, then."
- >"Wait."
- >Vinyl's voice stops you dead in your tracks
- >"I should get... this... cleaned up before we head out," she explains, gesturing with a hoof towards her face and mane
- >As she reaches up to undo her bun, however, you move in towards her
- >You hold her hoof still with your own, looking into her bright magenta eyes
- "You're fine as is. Let's hit the frog and toad."
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