Get in, Get out.

by TheRocketMan062

Rating: everyone
Tags: Octavia, Comedy, Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, DJ P0N-3
Length: 1052

Viynl and Octavia are going to the store. They just want to get what they need, and get out. Simple, Right? No.

Octavia just wants to get some shopping done. Get in and get out. Naturally, that's not going to happen. Especially not when Vinyl like's to look with her hooves, not her eye's.
2 mare's
1 superstore
Hilarity ensues.

Published 2013-06-13 19:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-13 19:00:02 UTC

Get In, Get Out.

Get In, Get out.

"Are we there yet?"
"No."
"Are we there yet?"
"NO."
"Are we there yet?"
"..."
"Hey, Tavi? Serious question..."
"What?"
"Are we there yet?"
"NO! you will KNOW when we are there!"
"Hey Octy?"
"SWEET LUNA! WHAT!
"We're here!"

Don't get me wrong, Vinyl is a great marefriend.
It's just that, if I ever end up in an asylum, SHE'S going to be the reason. Pulling my shopping list out of the pouch strapped to my side, I quickly scan over my list.
1. Bread
2. Milk
3. Eggs
So on, so forth. All the basic thing's.
As we trot closer to the new superstore, it's immense size becomes more and more apparent. I glance to the side, and I can see that Vinyl is starting to outpace me. "Slow down Vinyl, it's not a race."
Vinyl whip's her head around and faces me so fast, if I wasn't already looking at her, I would have missed it.
"You wanna race? Ok!"
"No! That's not what I-VINYL!"
Too late, she's already left me in a cloud of dust. Sighing, I take off after her.
When I finally catch up to her, I'm wheezing like a fish out of water.
Blast it, I'm a musician, not an athlete!
She greets me with a triumphant smirk plastered on her face. I give her my, I'm not amused look. She gets the message, and the smirk falter's. "C'mon Octy, I got us a cart." Indeed she did. Unsurprisingly, she jumps inside it.
"I'm not pushing you around in the cart Vinyl."
"Party pooper."
As we near the front door, they slide open, and we cross into what might possibly be the BIGGEST store I've ever seen in my life. If it was possible, I think my jaw would have hit the ground.
"Holy sh-!"
"Vinyl!"
"I was gonna say...um...shisno?"
"Of course you were."
Putting my forelegs on the cart, I push the cart towards the grocery aisle. Vinyl follows close behind, gawking at everything she deems cool. If her goggles didn't block her eye's, I know that I would see that they would be the size of dinner plate's. She is easily entertained.
Withen the span a few minute's, I have half of the item's on my list. Vinyl has lost interest at looking at (And begging me for) her favorite foods, and she was now strutting up and down the isle-ways, bobbing her head to a tune that only she could hear. And of course, the way she sashays around makes every stallion she passes pause and stare.
Sorry boy's, she's taken.
After doing that for a few minute's, she falls in stride beside me.
"I'm bored!"
"I'm Octavia, nice to meet you bored!"
"Hardy har har, I'm gonna go look around."
"Vinyl, I'm almost done."
Vinyl gets up close and gives me a begging look. "C'mon Tavi! I just wanna go check out what they got! I'll meet you at the register!"
Not even I can withstand the look she was giving me. I sigh, and wave her off. She's gone before I can even open my mouth to say ok.

About half an hour later, I had gotten everything on my list, and was waiting for Vinyl at the checkout.
Of course, she was nowhere in sight.
I cant leave without her, so I set off in the general direction of where she could be. My best guess was the electronics's department. As I neared It, I could hear voices shouting. Getting closer, I could tell one of them was Vinyls.
Oh please dont be making a scene! I silently begged. Rounding the corner, I saw that she was doing just that, making a scene.
"THIS IS MADNESS! WHO CHARGES 1,500 BITS FOR A SPEAKER!"
The employee, a pink mare, was starting to turn crimson.
"DON'T ASK ME! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM WITH IT, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE, CRETIN!"
Vinyl's face contorted into a look a rage, and electric blue lightning started to arc from her body and horn.
While she doesn't often demonstrate it, Vinyl has VERY powerful magic.
And when she get's mad, she gets as unstable as a nuclear reactor on meltdown.
As this employee, and everypony in a fifteen foot radius found out.

It's interesting to see what some pony's look like with charred fur and an Afro.

A few minute's later, We were heading back home. myself with a side-bag of groceries, Vinyl with a burnt out speaker strapped to her back. "It's amazing how a few thousand volt's can reduce the price of a speaker!" she said giddily while bouncing around.
The sound from my face-hoof must have been audible throughout the town.
Just another annual trip to the store.

Of course, the first thing she wants to do is pull an all-nighter to fix up her new speaker. (She is the one who fried it in the first place.)
So, I let her.
Early the next morning, I am awoken by Celestia's far too bright sun.
I swear, I think she had the ability to aim light right into somepony's window. Specifically the drowsy one's. I try to move, but a certain sompony has her arm's firmly wrapped around my waist. Knowing that I'll be trapped until she wakes up, I roll over to face her. She is sleeping so soundly, and has such a contented look on her face.
I bite her on the ear.
Her eyes pop open, and with an adorable squeak, she falls out of the bed. She looks around in a panic before her crimson eye's settle on me. She would later tell me that my expression resembled that of a troll face, whatever that is.
"TAVI!"
"Good morning sleeping beauty."
I hop out of the bed, and nuzzled the exhausted looking mare. She grins and shakily get's onto her hooves, muttering every curse (Plus five others I've never heard before) she knew. I smiled, and walked downstair's.

"WHAT IN THE NAME OF FAUST DID YOU DO TO THE T.V, WHY IS IT HOOKED UP TO THE MICROWAVE, AND YOUR SPEAKER!?"
"Atomic powered Wub's, duh- AH! NOT THE FACE!"

Author's Note

My first Fic starring our two favorite musicians.
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