A Bronie's Soul

We left Celestia to her own devices and made our way out of the castle grounds, deciding to have a walk around the town. Needless to say, Canterlot was a capitol in more than one sense. Musicians, artists and teenaged students seemed to be grouped in three different directions, revealing the 'district system' to be in effect, even if not intentional. We decided to take the musical path, the need for some good tunes in our veins.

30 seconds to Mares, Fuchsia and Three Days Graze were some of the more known groups on tonight, but none of them called out to us. Silva pointed out a large electric-blue neon sign reading 'Club Wub', and we decided to give it a shot.

A white pegasus stallion was standing by the door, presumably the bouncer, wearing a tight black shirt (showing off the fact that he was RIPPED), black slacks and a pair of blue sneakers. His blonde mane had been buzz-cut, partially covered by a black headset.

He looked down at me menacingly. He then looked to my left and his gaze softened, his tight-lipped frown curving up into a smile.

"Well if it isn't my baby sister. How ya doin', Silva?!" he bellowed.

"Probably better than you, Snowflake, seein' ya in a job like this!" she replied, smirking slightly. "What, did the Wonderbolts not want your filly wings?"

"Oh, they did. But some rainbow-maned mare lead a strike because of what Captain Spitfire was rewarding. I just straight-up quit."

"You mean Lightning Dust?" I asked. This was new...

"Yeah." the stallion known as Snowflake huffed, crossing his huge arms. "Stupid cow almost killed the Elements with that tornado stunt."

It was at that point he realized he didn't know me. After looking me up and down, he turned to Silva.

"Nice pick. Seems like a good 'sparring' partner."

"W-what!?" Silva stuttered. I felt my ears burning and pulled up my hood to hide them. Silva glared at the behemoth. "He is not my coltfriend."

I pulled my hood down, frowning slightly. A smirk tugged at my lips though.

"Aww, that's cold, baby." I said, putting my arm around her.

Silva froze. Snowflake and I laughed so hard we cried. When Silva recovered, she clocked us both round the back of the head.

"Colts..." she muttered, shaking her head. She brightened up quickly, though. "Anyway, Snowflake. If you wouldn't mind, my friend and I would like to actually get into the club."

"Of course." the burly stallion answered, opening the door.

We walked in, getting hit full blast by the music booming from the stage. Silva grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd  towards the bar. When I asked her what we were doing there, she simply responded with:

"WE'RE GONNA GET WASTED!"

I wasn't about to argue. In fact, I downed my first glass so fast I even shocked myself! Many more drinks followed the first with many, many overly-complicated names. After drinking our fill came drunken dancing in a crowd of thousands. And of course with drunken dancing came grinding. Awkward grinding. We didn't even notice when a bouncer that wasn't Snowflake made his was toward us.

He tapped my shoulder, causing me to stop and look to him. Then up. The tall stallion was a charcoal colour, with an ice blue and white striped mohawk for a mane.

"You've been picked to go backstage with DJ P0N3!" he yelled over the music, which was now being played by who I think was Neon Lights. "Follow me!"

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The new bouncer, who's name was Thunderlane, led us through a door to the side of the stage and down a long corridor. Silva was leaning on me the whole way, slurring congratulations on holding my liquor. In actual fact, I only had that first drink. Afterwards I told the bartender that, no matter what Silva ordered, I didn't want alcohol. He understood.

"DJ P0N3 is in there." Thunderlane said, pointing to a large red curtain. I thanked him and he left. When he was gone, I frowned and stood Silva up.

"Silva, I want you to focus." I said, looking the mare straight in the eyes. "No matter what, we are not going any further than talking with this DJ. Do you understand?"

Silva giggled slightly. "You're funny." she slurred, raising a hand and tapping my nose. "Boop!"

"Ugh! Focus, bubbles! No backstage..."

"I can hear you, ya know!" a tomboyish - yet still quite feminine - voice called out, cutting me of. I sighed, giving up trying to get any reason into Silva, and just walked through the curtain with her.

On the other side sat a white unicorn with an wild, electric-blue mane and crimson eyes. She wore a black tank-top beneath a brown leather jacket and black skinny jeans. Her hooves were bare, revealing the start of a tattoo beneath the cuffs of her jeans. A pair of purple-tinted sunglasses rested on her horn.

Sat beside the DJ was a grey earth pony with a mane black as night, tied back in a braid and purple eyes. She wore a blue dress shirt, white skinny jeans and a pair of red high-tops. A purple bow-tie was attached to her wrist.

I sat in a red plush couch, Silva settling for a bean-bag, and looked to the two mares. I reached my hand out.

"DJ P0N3, I presume?"

"Call me Vinyl. And FYI, I'm happily married." the unicorn replied, shaking my hand.

"Oh, sorry. Who to?" I asked.

"Three guesses, Romeo." she lifted her right hand, revealing a ring with a treble-clef-shaped amethyst. I looked to the other mare, who was showing a matching ring, but with a double-quaver shaped sapphire, on her own right hand.

"Ah. Madame Octavia."

"A pleasure." Octavia said, smiling. "Mr..."

"Thunder Rift, and that's Silent Silver." I said, pointing to Silva. The drunken mare snorted rather loudly, indicating she had fallen asleep.

"Silent?" Vinyl asked, laughing.

"When she wants to be." I shrugged.

"Anyway, to business." Vinyl said, leaning forward.

"I'll go check on Neon." Octavia said, excusing herself.

"What business?" I asked, looking to Vinyl. She was still smirking slightly, but you could tell she was serious.

"Princess Celestia called me. Told me about you."

"What!?" Why would the princess tell a DJ about me?

"Octy doesn't know, Princess's orders. But she wants me to join you."

"Join me? For what?!"

"Beats me!" Vinyl leaned back. "I'm not Princess Celestia."

We continued to discuss what the Princess could possibly want us to work together on for what felt like hours, going through idea's like a music deal to hosting a party. That all stopped, though, when Octavia ran back in and threw her arms around Vinyl, crying.

"Octavia, what's wrong?" Vinyl asked, panic lining her voice.

"N-Neon!" the crying mare choked. "H-he tried to f-force himself on me!"

The room fell into silence, except for Octavia's sobbing. Vinyl's face had changed drastically. Gone was the fun-loving DJ with not a care in the world. Instead sat a mare filled with pure rage, a fire visibly burning in her eyes.

"I'll be right back." Vinyl finaly said, setting the still shooken Octavia on the couch. She stood up and left the way Octavia had come in. I followed quickly.

"Vinyl, wait!" I yelled, trying to stay the raging mare.

"WHY! THAT BUCKER HURT OCTAVIA!" she screamed back, turning to face me. Tears were streaming down her face. "That mare is the most important thing in my life, and I'm not about to let this go unchecked!"

"Octavia needs you right now. Go back, I'll deal with Neon Lights." I said, a fierceness in my voice. "Nopony makes a mare cry like that and gets away with it."

Vinyl stood for a minute, contemplating, before sighing. She nodded slowly and began to walk back to the room we had left Octavia in. She paused as she passed me and muttered:

"Give'im hell."

I nodded, and that was all the conformation she needed. She pulled a walkie-talkie from her belt as I watched her go, speaking into it. I didn't quite hear what she said, but I'm guessing it was to tell the bouncers not to interfier.

I took long strides down the corridor, the music getting louder with each step. I could hear a small thunder-clap with each step, too, but chalked it down to anger in my ears. A large black curtain was up ahead, and I grabbed a remote off of a table as I approached. Standing myself dead centre, I pressed a green button labeled 'Open' and watched as the curtains parted slowly, revealing the dancing crowds. They all stopped as they noticed what was happening, though, probably expecting a guest appearance.

Oh yeah. Show time.