Twisting the Vinyl

>In the club
>You're eyeing Vinyl, as usual
>She just finished her set
>You've hung out with her a couple of times, having meaningless small talk while the both of you enjoy a good drink
>All at your expense, of course

>It's 2:30 AM
>Vinyl's happily drinking away at her cocktail, and you're getting through the that-manieth beer of the night
>It's hard not to get caught staring at her, she's just so damn pretty
>And a humorous, relaxed pony she is too
>The things you'd give for a serious chance with her

>Then, suddenly, instead of the "Alright, I'll be heading out" you're used to, she asks if you want to go get something to eat
>Naturally, you agree without giving it a second thought
>Once you're outside the noisy club, Vinyl leads the way to some place you don't know
>Whatever, just follow her
>It's no surprise that she knows the nightly venues and restaurants better than you do

>After walking a few blocks, she stops in front of an apartment entrance
>"Hey Anon, thanks for walking me home..."
>The sexiest wink in eternity is directed at you
>"... Would you mind coming in? ... For a coffee?"
>This cannot be happening
>You're a somewhat outgoing guy but nowhere near the level of social aptitude that you'd think Vinyl would expect
>Of course, the answer requires no thought whatsoever

>Moments later, you find yourself in Vinyl's apartment
>It's rather spacious, with a very clean and minimalistic design
>In the corner of the living room stands a compact mixing table, surrounded by some rather expensive-looking speakers
>Vinyl is well off, that's for sure
>She really has it all; a talent for electronic music, the hottest appearance you can imagine, a lovely and open personality, and a rather fair sum of money
>You don't doubt that a considerable part of her fortune is self-made, since she's really been getting some mainstream recognition lately
>And yet here you are, in the perfect mare's home

>Vinyl offers you a drink, but you decide to settle on a coke for the moment
>You've had a few, and though you find it hard to believe, you wouldn't want to ruin any chance you had with the white unicorn
>She returns from the kitchen, two glasses enveloped in her magic
>She sits down next to you on the two-seater couch, to your surpirse
>For all you knew, she could've just noticed that you were more than a little inebriated and wanted to offer you a place to crash for the night
>But no, her gorgeous flank is mere inches away from you, and she seemingly doesn't mind curving it in a seductive way

>Silence.
>You're still a bit amazed by the circumstances, letting it happen to you
>After a customary "Cheers!" from Vinyl, not a word has been said
>The two of you did exchange a couple of (what you think were) meaningful looks
>It's hard to tell with those shades, no matter how much you like them
>Fuck it, if there's ever going to be a good moment to approach her, it's now
>What the fuck are you supposed to say though
>You look at her, probably for an awkardly long time

"Hey, Scratch..."
>She turns her head to face you, with what you guess is a slightly questioning expressiom
>Well, you've certainly got her attention now
>Welp, here you go
"Y-... You know, I've always really liked you."
>That smile, half-way between cocky and genuine, meets you once again
>Here goes nothing
>Before she can reply, you add to your statement
"I don't know, ... but I think you're an amazing pony. You're incredibly good at what you do, you're nice to anyone who talks to you, and..."
"... and you're hot stuff, Scratch. Really. You're beautiful."

>Well. That was a massive spaghetti moment
>You can still feel the sauce spouting out of your pockets
>That was pretty terrible, and you know it.
>Worst of all, you're waiting for Vinyl to respond to your faggotry, which is taking roughly a decade
>Fuck. Why are you so awkward and shitty at this
>After a moment, you decide to take matters into your own hand.
>One very deep sigh later, you continue upon your own story
"Right... Well, sorry Vinyl, for making everything so awkward. I'm really sorry. I'll just leave you alone..."
>You stand up mid-sentence, mostly because it's difficult to handle your own incompetence in these kinds of situations

>As you start to walk past Vinyl, towards the door, she sticks out a hoof to block you
>It takes a lot of swallowed pride to meet her gaze, even through her purple glasses
>Right. Here comes the most awkward confrontation you've ever had to witness.
>Right?

>"Anon..."
>Not even Vinyl Scratch, the most well-spoken of ponies, knows how to phrase this entire situation
>Yeah, that's a new low
>In agony, you freeze, and wait for her to continue speakng
>However, what you dreaded was not quite what actually happened
>Quite the contrary
>In a rare moment of clarity, Vinyl takes off her shades, revealing her beautiful violet eyes
>You've seen them before, a few times in fact, but they never peered into your soul quite this way

>"Anon... That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me."
>"Thank you... You're a great guy, too."
>Fucking, what
>A complement, and a 100% sincere one at that
>From the famous, desirable Vinyl Scratch, no less
>Okay. You're dreaming, that's the only logical explanation for this nonsense
>At least it feels pretty real, better enjoy it whie it lasts
>This thought process caused you to stare blankly ahead of yourself, unbeknwownst to you of course
>As if to reassure you of the situation, Vinyl gets up from the couch and leans onto your chest, standing on her hindlegs
>Her head is close to your own, those incredible eyes saying more about her emotions than words ever could
>It still takes you a moment to realize that this is actually happening, and thus your reaction is rather slow
>But once your brain catches up, there's no thinking to be done
>No. Reflexively, you wrap your arms around the majestic DJ and plant a kiss on her forehead