Spinning Records Chapter 2 - Late Nights

>You're waiting at the bar for Vinyl, the clock on the wall read 6:17
>Granted you were late getting here, but she's even worse at it
>"You actually showed up."
>Vinyl takes the seat next to you, looking more energetic than last night
>Did these clubs really take that much out of a p0ny around here? There must be no endurance for anything in Equestria
>Besides Pinkie Pie
"And you thought I wouldn't?"
>"Call it a hunch."
>She gave a shrug and tapped the tabletop twice with a forehoof
>"A pair of Turntable Double Shots."
>The unicorn bartender nods his head and starts to levitate drinks and shotglasses around
"Your gonna try and drink me under the table?"
>"Why not? Most p0nies are out cold when they try."
>But your not a p0ny, and your liver has gone through worse...much worse
>The bartender floats a pair of shotglasses over to the both of you, one was clear liquid, the other was some electric light blue colored
>Vinyl already knocked her shots back and turned to watch you stare at yours
>"You gonna drink that or stare at it?"
>At her hinted request you take the two shots and down them at once
>First is the regular bitter taste of alcohol, which might have come from the clear one, but then the taste is overpowered by a sour punch to the face
>The second shot had you tense up and finally gag
>Vinyl was laughing her ass off the chair and rolled on the floor
>"Told you! You cant party!"
>Alright Anon, you have two options right here and-
>Fuck all logic
>You pound the tabletop with your clenched fist once after re-composing yourself
"Another set of shots..."
>Vinyl looks up at you from the floor she was laying on with disbelief
>Anon, listen to your brain here
>Fuck you
>Dude you cant act like that all the time when I have to tell you about-
>When the bartender sets the two shot glasses on the table you chug them as fast as he set them there
>This time you hold back the urge to gag and turn to Vinyl,
"Your turn."
>Vinyl gets off the ground and back on her seat, the bartender set another set of shots before her
>"Its on then."
>And so begins the contest of who can out-drink the other one
>Brain.exe has stopped responding, and that might be a good thing...or a bad one
>Well, your down to the last shot of liquor so you hope, Vinyl seems out of it as is so score one there
>You tip back your head and the shot glass, only to fall on your back like a deranged drunk
>No time for pokerface, your laughing your ass off with Vinyl
>"Damn man, nop0ny has ever-*hic* got THAT drunk!"
>Slowly your able to pull your drunk ass up to the table and laugh some more
"I'm not as drunk as-*hic* you!"
>She jabs a hoof towards your chest, missing badly she ended up punching you in the jaw without realizing it at all
>"Only drunken fillies...cant hold down Double Shots."
>Your eyes roll in their sockets at her comment
"If anything, YOUR a drunken filly."
>"Am not!"
"Are to!"
>"Says who?"
>Why was this sounding like a bunch of kids arguing over who's the stupidest in the class
>Oh brain, your back to working again
>Shall I super size your stupidity there Anon
>You look to the clock for the time, it was already 1:48am
>Damn did time fly by
>Then it hit you, like your brain was trying to tell you something
"Vinyl, shouldn't you be *hic* at Buckin' Beats?"
>She tilts her head to the side as if to ponder the thought for a bit
>There's a silence between the two of you
>"Nope!"
>...
"N-nope?"
>How was that all she had to say
>"Yeah, I took the day off."
"To do what..?"
>"Well...to sleep mostly. That and come *hic* here to get drunk."
>More and more your liking this mare, she was already 20% cooler
>No joke intended just an observation
>Thanks brain
>Vinyl gives off a drunk yawn and firmly falls from her chair onto all fours
>"Gotta say, I haven't been this dru-*hic*-unk in years."
>Then how old are you
>"But I'm out. You win."
>And it feels good to win
>Besides, you were at your limit right there, another shot and the chances of passing out were high
>"See ya later...uh...whats your name?"
>...
>...
>You forgot to tell her your name didn't you
>Ok brain, I'll listen to you more often
"I'll tell you on the way back."
>The two of you leave the bar in a drunken wobble to the elevators and take the ride to the 13th floor
>Only now you ponder how elevators worked, and why you were living on the 13th floor of a hotel
>You walk Vinyl to her room, neither of you really said anything on the way
>But that all stopped when she reached her door and took out the room key for it
>"OK, now that name?"
>Her key fits in the lock with a resounding click
"My name's Anonymous, *hic* but people just call me Anon."
>The key turns in the lock
>"Alright Anon, I'll see ya later."
>Magic turns the knob as she walks to get into her room, but the door doesn't budge and she ends up walking right into the solid wood door with a thud
>Maybe the two of you got too drunk
>"Ow, hey what gives?"
>She pulls the key from the lock and looks closer at it
>Her room is 1387, the key was for room 1374
>That was your room key
>Oh brain, what would I do without you
"Vinyl...how did you get that?"
>"This? I got it off the ground after I dropped it."
>A brief silence comes between the two of you
"Vinyl...that's my key..."
>And then another silence, this one felt much more awkward than it should have
>Then Vinyl looked at the key closer, noticing the room number on it
>"Huh, why do I..."
>She places the key in your open and and stares back at the door
>If you knew more about Equestrian locks you could possibly pick it open
"Guess somep0ny really is drunk tonight."
>A playful punch to your arm is all she gives as a response
>Then an idea crosses your mind
>Oh, hell to the no you not going with that
>Dont care brain, lalalalala
>Anon, you promised to listen to me more and-
>Brain has been muted
"Wana just stay in my room for the night?"
>Vinyl doesn't say anything, or move for that matter
>Though you really cant tell what's going through her head, she had a poker face of god going on right now
>"Eh, sure."
>And there's the response you were subconsciously hoping for
>Alright then dumbass, show her the way to the room
>Oh hey brain, you stopped being muted
>You and Vinyl turn away from the door to her room and head down the adjacent hall to your room
>Entering the key gives a resounding click and your able to open the door unlike her
>Well, you do have to fight the door to open it, your pile of clothes somehow migrated from the corner to the front of the door
"Make yourself at home."
>Vinyl climbs her way over your pile of clothes and into the room, plopping her flank down on the couch
>"Nice place, reminds me of home."
>Implying her house is a mess like this room, which is modeled after your own house
>"Say Anon..."
"Hm?"
>You say as you sit down next to her
>"What do you do?"
>As in profession, past life, or just regular basis
"Besides make a mess? I used to be a musician."
>"Used to be?"
>Her stare seems to bore into you through those purple glasses
>"Explain."
>You give a slight sigh, it was a bit of a long and confusing story to tell
>What made it worse was being brought to Equestria
"Alright, when I was..."