Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Chapter 3: Drop the Bass

Mr. Steal Yo Girl

Reika-san

The main crowd began to enter the building almost in one big chunk. Reika-san literally looked away for a few seconds to press a few buttons on the synthesizer in order to warm up, and before she knew it, the dance floor was covered with ponies dancing and passing out from the drinks being served at the bar. The lights flashed in unrecognizable patters. Reika looked over to a much smaller station where Neon Lights was mashing a few buttons here and there.

"So, how do you like it?" A rather sultry voice made Reika jump. "Hmm? Not having fun yet?" The pony slid a hoof over Reika's shoulder and down her arm before pressing a few buttons here and there and creating a rather famous bass line that everyone seemed to know. "Why, are you using some of your own equipment? It's not fair, you silly little filly..." The alabaster hoof moved towards a bright blue plug before drawing a few circles around it.

"Uhm... I'd rather not have you touch those," Reika pulled off her headphones and let them sit on her neck. She turned around and looked into the eyes of the mare. "Look, can I mix now?" Reika tried to sound cooler, but her shaking voice completely changed her attitude.

"A bit nervous, huh?" Vinyl slipped her goggles on. "Well, like I said, you've got 'ta come over to the VIP section, 'kay?" Vinyl disappeared. Reika shivered. The hell is she thinking? She better not be tryin' to hit on me, because I sure as hell don't want to start anything with a one-night stand.

The rest of the performance went rather smoothly. The lights kept the ponies dancing, and Reika tried to keep up with the beats, but her eyes constantly wandered over to the colt by the station. He wasn't much older than Reika was, and when he leaned over, she caught sight of a nicely toned flank. A patch of gray and a patch of blue. Reika almost mistook the guy for Neon. But the cutie mark was different. Something... buff and completely... Whoa.

"Reika-san!" A voice from the crowd shouted. "Drop the bass! Drop the bass!" The lines slowly turned into a chant, and Reika had no choice but to pull one of the colored plugs.

The bass line was terrific, and the crowd silenced itself for a split second before almost tearing the roof down with cheers. Reika glanced over to the light station to look for the colt, but he was gone amass the giant, multicolored crowd. Reika sighed.

The crowd continued to dance as Reika slowly began running out of ideas. The whole performance had been freestyled, and she was running out of options. She gently began to play around with the last knob, a large black know with a small skill on it.

"You know, you can just go. You don't have to use that last one. Vinyl's already waiting for you in the VIP room." Reika looked back to see Neon Lights pressing a few buttons lightly.

"How do you even know what the button does?" Reika challenged, her eyebrows rising slowly. "You can't force me to do anything, you self-centered... Uhm..." Reika blushed and put her glasses back on.

"You're kinda cute when you run out of words to say." Neon Lights turned around and walked towards the VIP room. Reika blushed lightly.

"Drop the bass! Drop the bass! Drop the bass!" The chanting of the crowd got progressively louder until Reika decided to pull the last plug. She scanned the crowd before locking eyes with the colt way up front. He leaned on one of the amplifiers, his hooves crossed. Reika looked at the colt, then down at the plug, and at the colt once more. Green eyes pierced Reika's brown ones. A chill ran right down her back. Reika ruffled herself up in her leather jacked before locking eyes with the colt and gripping the plug.

And damn, she pulled that plug. Hard.

The bass line shook the whole club, and even after the bass ended, it echoed through the whole dance floor. While the crowd was stunned, the mare quickly hopped off of the stage and trotted into the VIP room.

However, not before looking at that one colt.

"Hey, look! Reika decided to show up, eh?" Vinyl was stretched out luxuriously on one of the couches in the VIP room. Neon Lights did the same on a different couch.

"Take a seat, have a drink," Vinyl used her magic to push a small shot glass into Reika's hooves.

Neon chuckled lightly to himself. He stretched his body and adjusted himself on the couch before speaking. "Say, quite a performance, eh?"

"Uh... Sure?" Reika swished the contents of the shot glass.

"Hey, dude. Just drink it," Vinyl sat up on the couch and downed her shot glass. "It's called *hic* Liquid Pride. We had someone *hic* special mix it up for 'ya."

Reika looked at Vinyl and tipped her head to one side.

"I saw you starin' at him a couple times." Vinyl laughed as she saw Reika blush. "Don't worry, he was starin' *hic* back."

Reika facehoofed. Well, shit.

"But that's okay. I think everyone liked that flank of yours." Neon's attempts to be subtle obviously were working just fine.

"Uhm. Neon. Might wanna go *hic* to the bathroom, ya'know?" Vinyl laughed, and Reika covered her eyes as Neon rushed out the room.

"So, uhm... Why am I here again?" Reika ruffled her mane.

"We're here to entertain you, Reika-san."

Well, I'm screwed now.