Two mares in the underworld

Like any other evening in Ponyville, the townsponies were having a wonderful day under their rulers sun. Well, most of them were happy. A single gray mare walked down the street with her head hung low, her cello case strapped to her back. As she walked towards her house, she could already hear the music that was constantly played by her marefriend, the DJ simply known as Vinyl Scratch. As she opened her front door, she found Vinyl doing what she normally does on a Friday night, drinking a beer while reading up on her favorite artists on the couch.

Vinyl lifted her gaze from the magazine to see her marefriend taking off her cello case. She cocked an eyebrow at her sad marefriend, worry finding its way into her magenta eyes.

"Something wrong, Tavi. You look a little.....sad." Octavia just opened her cello case as her answer, bits and pieces of splintered wood and strings sprawling onto the floor. "What the hell happened to your cello? It looks like a Hydra decided to use it as a tooth pick."

Octavia sat down on the couch and face planted into the nearest pillow, sobbing a little at the lost of her instrument.

"Why don't ya tell me what happened, it might help." Vinyl suggested, caringly looking at Octavia.

Octavia lifted her head from the slightly wet pillow, sniffling a bit. "A-alright, I'll tell you. It all started in Canterlot at my latest private concert........"

As the curtains opened to reveal a small room filled with the elites of Canterlot, Octavia stood at the ready with her cello. Everything was going according to her schedule, Now all she had to do was play her music. Light stomping signaled it was time, and Octavia played her music like it was water. Every note wafted in the air like a gentle breeze, but it felt as though even the wildest of beasts could be tamed by the cellists music. When she finally stopped playing, she was met with the applause of her audience.

When the curtains closed, Octavia was approached by the stallion that had asked her to play in the first place, Fancy Pants.

"Well Ms. Philharmonica, that was a lovely performance." Fancy pants said as they walked over to the other nobles.

"Why thank you Fancy Pants. It's always a pleasure to play at one of your get-togethers." Octavia replied, grinning the entire time.

Octavia was soon introduced to the other nobles, and as luck would have it royalty. "Ms. Philharmonica, I would like to introduce you to Prince Blueblood." Octavia bowed respectively, and tried to start up a conversation with him.

"So Prince Blueblood, how is the royal family been doing." she asked.

"Oh, it couldn't be any worse, what with all the new ridiculous laws and bills my Aunt has to pass." Blueblood said annoyingly.

"And what bills would that be?" Octavia asked more out of curiosity than interest.

"Pshh. Just some grants to help build up some 'new genre of music'. It's just so annoying." Blueblood said with the followed agreement of the other nobles.

Octavia and Fancy Pants just looked at each other before looking at Blueblood. "This new genre, wouldn't happen to be, I don't know, called dubstep?" Octavia sheepishly asked.

"Dubstep? Ha, an unrefined name for an unrefined excuse for music." Blueblood laughed like he had heard a good joke. "It doesn't amaze me that the peasants created it. They'll make anything for their own disgusting amusement."

"I really don't see any problem with it." Octavia said, causing the nobles to gasp. "What?"

" You don't see a problem with it? It's a problem by itself. Ugh, and not to mention its 'DJs' are one of the most pitiful excuses for musicians. They're just repulsive."Blueblood said with utter disgust.

"Hey! Just because it's 'new' doesn't mean it's bad. One of the best ponies I know is a DJ." she defensively said, causing even more gasps from the nobles.

"Ms. Philharmonica! It sounds like you approve of these degenerates. Next thing you'll know, you'll start approving of Fillyfoolers of all things." Blueblood furiously said, feeling his anger towards Octavias defending of what he deems 'undesirable'.

"And what's so wrong with fillyfoolers?" By now, Octavia had started grinding her teeth, spitting the words at him. Each passing moment making her angrier at the supposed 'Prince'.

"How can't you see it? Everything is wrong with them. If it were up to me, I-" Blueblood was immediately knocked to the ground by Octavia, blood dripping from his nose from octavias punch. "Guards!" He said, though it was muffled since he was holding his snout with his hooves.

Immediately, two guards appeared on both sides of Octavia, one holding her forelegs together while the other held her cello. They waited for Bluebloods orders as he got some tissue for his bloody nose.

"I order you to 'escort' this hooligan out of here. and be as rough as possible." Blueblood angrily said.

The two guards did as they were ordered, and the next thing Octavia knows, she's thrown out into the street, into a puddle no less, in the middle of the night. Before she saw the light coming from the door diminish, her precious cello is thrown out without its case, causing it to shatter against the cobblestone street. Once the door closed, Octavia groaned in in anguish at what they had done to her. Right when she was about to get up, a hoof presented itself to her. She accepted it, and saw that its owner was nopony other than Fancy Pants.

"I'm terribly sorry about that, Ms. Philharmonica. The others can get like this half the time. Personally, I always love new things, so I really don't care if my peers deem it 'undesirable'." Fancy Pants apoligizingly said.

"You shouldn't apologize for them. I'm the one that should apologize. I should've kept my mouth shut." Octavia said sadly.

"You shouldn't be the one to apologize. Blueblood is too spoiled to be royalty." He called for a nearby cab as he helped Octavia put the remaining pieces of her cello back in its case. "I'm sorry about your cello. I could have it replaced for you."

"Thank you for the offer, but that cello can't be replaced. It was carved from one of the very first trees that my family had planted." Octavia held her head low, her mood growing more depressed with each passing moment.

"I'm terribly sorry, Ms. Philharmonica. You'll get more than enough payment for your losses."

Octavia didn't respond, she just got into the cab, and drove to her hotel.

"After I got to the hotel, I went to bed, woke up the next morning, and had a couple drinks before coming back here." Octavia sniffled a little as a small smile appeared on her face. "I think telling you that actually did help. I feel a lot better now."

"I told you it would." Vinyl nuzzled Octavia a little before taking another drink from her beer. "My old man taught me that sharing a bad memory helps make it feel a little better." Vinyl then pulled Octavia in while she waved a hoof in front of them. "And besides, when you were thrown out, ya shoulda' yelled 'Fine, I don't need your fancy get-togethers. I'm gonna have my own fancy get-togethers, with black-jack and hookers!' You know what ?" Vinyl let go of Octavia and stood on her hind legs on the couch. "Forget fancy get-togethers!" As Vinyl said that, she fell backwards because of her loss of balance, causing her to take a filled vase down with her. The end result was a DJ with a wet mane and a giggling cellist.

"Wow, I thought I'd never see the day when you take a bath."Octavia said through filly-like giggles.

"Oh ha ha, Tavi." Vinyl got back up on her hooves as she dried her mane with magic. She waited until Octavias little fit stopped, but got the perfect idea of how to cheer her marefriend up. "Hey Tavi, I got an idea." Vinyl said as she pulled her marefriend by her hoof into the kitchen. "I'm gonna show ya how to turn a bad situation, into a good one."

Vinyl started rummaging around in the cupboards while Octavia watched her with confusion. After about a couple of minutes of searching, Octavia heard an 'aha' before she saw Vinyl pull out what she was looking for.

"Uh, Vinyl? I don't mean to be rude, but what is that?" What Vinyl was currently holding in he magic was a lable less wine bottle that was half full of some sort of clear liquid.

"It's called Slivovitz."

"Slivo-what?"

Vinyl chuckled a little as she brought out two shot glasses and chairs towards the table. " A few years back, I was doing a gig in a country called neighbia. Winters are colder than the moon over there." She shivered a bit at the memory as she uncorked the bottle. "Anyways, after I was done, a couple of my new fans got me a few bottles of this stuff. They said it's a plum brandy that can knock even a manticore on its ass." Vinyl sat down as she poured a small amount of the brandy into each glass, motioning Octavia to sit down.

"Are you serious Vinyl?" Octavia just got a blank stare from the DJ."Vinyl." she sighed. "I don't think drinking with you will help lighten my mood." Octavia sank into the chair, sighing a little sadly.

Vinyl just smiled the same cocky grin she has when she has one of her performances. "Oh, but you've only partied with the mare Vinyl Scratch. You haven't even begun to party with DJ PON3." Vinyl then levitated her shades over her eyes. "What have you got to lose?"

Octavia pondered what Vinyl said before coming to a decision. "Alright, Vinyl. I play your little drinking game." Octavia picked up the shot glass with her mouth and gulped down the slivovitz, feeling nothing at all. But then it decided to hit her like a ton of bricks. "Wow, you weren't kidding when you said it was strong." She started to feel a warm tingling in her cheeks as Vinyl drank her own shot and poured more for the both of them. "I think I'm starting to feel better." A big, drunken smile found its way onto Octavias face as her cheeks started turning red.

"Your starting to look better, too. Now lets see how long it takes to finish one of these bottles."

3 hours later

Octavia just looked at Vinyl with a stoic expression, completely oblivious to the card with a picture of a crown on it stuck to her forehead. Vinyl had a card with an orange on her forehead and had a drunken smile spread across her face.

"Am I princshess?" Octavia slurred, completely hammered by the half drunken bottle the two mares had been sharing for about three hours.

"No."

"Jewelry?"

"warmer."

"A crown?"

"Correct!" Vinyl said as she threw up her forelegs, causing her shot glass to fall off the table. "You winsh a prize!" The DJ slurred as her cheeks became a little redder from their already tomato red state.

"Whats the prishe?" Octavia asked.

"More booze!" Exclaimed the DJ, lazily lifting the bottle with her magic. But said bottle only made it half way across the table before gently falling onto it. "Does anypony else see sound right now?" Vinyl said before passing out.

"Oh Vinyl, letsh get you to bed." Octavia tried to pick up Vinyl, and was rewarded with her tripping over the shot glass and falling head first onto the side of the table.......hard. "Ow, I fell light headed all of a sudden." Octavias vision blurred as she stumbled to the floor right next to Vinyl. "Good night, pony." And with that, she closed her eyes and passed out.