Arguments

One of my bosses friends dozed lazily around the shop. I ignored her as she and Rose started chatting. Rose eventually ran up the stairs, leaving me to my watch the blue headed mare laze around the storefront. Eventually, bored of poking the pots and bags of soil, she wandered over towards me.

The blue haired mare leaned into the counter. "Hey there." she leaned against the counter. "So...you like music?"

I looked behind me and up the stairs to the boss's house. "Sure. What are you into?"

The mare shook her head hard, she seemed a little stunned at the sound of my voice. "Sorry, you sound...your accent."

I rubbed my chin and leaned back onto the counter. "I lived in The Ukraine when I was a kid. Don't worry about it, a lot of people ask."

"Oh...sorry dude." she moved her eyes away from me and fixed her glasses.

I waved her off. "It's fine, so music?"

The mare looked back at me. "Ever listen to dubstep?"

"Dubstep...eugh, techno is much better."

The mare leaned onto the counter with her forelegs. "Whaaaaaaat!? No way dude, you're full of crap!"

I shook my head and leaned across the counter. "You're going to tell me DEADPON3 is better than Daft punk? And I am not speaking of their new crap, I mean older stuff!"

"Hey man, I know DEADPON3, he's way talented. And you're telling me techno is better than dubstep, do you even know who you're talking to!?"

"Should I care, you're in a flower shop arguing music with a clerk."

The mare glared at me under her glasses. "Fair play...fair...play. Now let me ask you this, do you want to know who I am?"

I shrugged and adjusted myself in my chair. "Sure...you obviously can't wait to tell me anyways."

The mare's tail started whipping around angrily. "You...ooooh, you.... I'm DJ-PON3, kinda famous."

"Yes...I have heard of you. You were supposed to be modest...did I get under your skin?" I jeered as I leaned back in my chair.

"What if I say yes? What you gonna do about it?!"

"Scattle is better than Skrillex."

She gasped, jumping back from the counter. "I- what, Scattle!?" I nodded smugly. "I bet you like euro-pop you weirdo!"

"It's better than annoying wub wub wub wub."

The mare's tail was going crazy, her rage barely contained as she paced around. "No...you like the plinky crap, bweeooooooooow."

I stifled a laugh. "Yes, yes I do. Too much bass in your music, you can barely hear the music."

She ran over and pressed her hooves hard into the counter. "The bass is the music!"

"It's not music, it's noise!"

The mare slammed her hooves on the counter. "Where the fuck is Vince!? He's supposed to hurry up!"

Before I could answer my bosses wife started down the steps into the shop. "Vinyl hey, Vince is...he's not good."

"Rose, he said he'd help me!"

Rose started back up the stairs. "Vinyl I think he's got a stomach virus...sorry."

I tapped on the counter. "What is happening, maybe I can help."

Rose looked over at me. "Well...I guess. Just close up shop before you leave. Vinyl this is Gray. Gray, Vinyl. Now I really gotta get back to him, he's ruining the toilet." Rose darted up the stairs, leaving me to tend the shop.

"You're name's a color? Are you sure you're not a pony?" I gave a mocking laugh and stared her down. I quickly stood up and went over to the back doors. Vinyl started following me around as I locked up shop. "Anyways, you're really going to tell me you hate dubstep, me!?"

"I think I just did." I finished with the doors and walked the blue headed mare out front. "Dubstep is noise compared to synth and electric."

"Yell well synth is just for nostalgic ponies that can't get over the nineties!"

The mare started leading me, walking backwards to keep our conversation running. "The nineties, you mean the eighties right?"

"No, nine hundred nineties! It was like...eleven years ago- eleven years.... I'm getting old."

She slowed and walked normally. "Oh? How old are you then?"

"None of your business tech head!"

"Twenty six." my words stopped her in her tracks.

She ran back over and looked at me. "Seriously? You're twenty six?"

"Yes. Why, do I look like an old man?"

She looked up at me. "You look like...you look like this guy I know in Canterlot. But that might be racist."

I started laughing as I bumped into her. "What, was he Russian?"

"I think that's what he said."

My smile died as I took a step away from her. "That was a joke. Fucking Russians...they never leave us alone." I grumbled angrily as we walked forward.

"So...what's it like?" Vinyl asked as she paced around me. "Being old I mean?"

I gave a flustered sigh. "I'm not old, you're just young...how young, I don't know, but apparently younger than me."

"I'm uh. You promise to keep it to yourself?"

"Who are you?" I asked with as serious a tone as I could.

"Who am I...I told you- oh...I get it." she bumped into my hip before walking past me. "I'm...uh...what day is it?"

"March thirteenth."

"Aw crap...I'm old too."

"How old!?" I asked, nearly bursting into laughter.

"Twenty five.... Fuuuuck, I feel so old!"

I scoffed as she started veering off towards a plain looking building. "You're fine, so stop your complaining."

She spun around and bumped the door open with her flank. "I know I'm fine, and that's why I don't blame you for staring."

"Classy." I followed her inside and looked around the darkened disco. "So why am I here?"

Vinyl flipped on the lights. "My old boyfriend left some stuff in the loft, Vince said he'd help me move it." I shook my head and followed her towards a door in the back of the club. Just behind the doors sat a flight of stairs, blocked by a large cardboard box. "See...I tired to get it out."

"It looks fine to me-"

"There are like five more...and they're really heavy."

I stared at her, working my sight up to her horn. "Cant you just...levitate them down?"

Vinyl tapped a hoof on her floor and looked at the box. "Dude...they're like sixty pounds each. Can you help me or not?"

I cocked an eyebrow and started pulling the wedged box down the steps. I looked inside and saw what looked like an apron. "What is this stuff anyways?"

"Some metal stuff, he worked on shoes."

"Horseshoes or human shoes?"

"Horse shoes you dink. Why would he make human shoes?"

"Oh sorry, sorry I'm not a know-it-all wubmare!" I lifted her backside with my foot and plopped her back down a few steps away.

"Well I'm sorry you have terrible taste in music!" she huffed as she ran up the stairs. "Wait here, I'll get the rest."

I sat on the top step and waited as she pushed the boxes towards me. "So why'd you break up with him?"

Vinyl perched on top of the box as she let out a soft huff. "Heavy.... He's gone, moved on."

"Oh! I'm sorry."

"Huh- oh- oh no, he's not dead! He moved to Appleloosa. He was supposed to come by for his stuff last week but he never did."

"Ah, I see." I stood up and lifted the box. "So you didn't want to stay with him?"

Vinyl moved back into her home, shouting down the stairs. "He was alright. Not worth a long distance kinda thing, but he was alright."

I set the box down and started back up the stairs. "How mean." I hoisted up the next box and started downstairs. "So you just left him?"

"Hey he was cool about it. But...yeah, pretty much." she started laughing hard as she pushed another box out. "Don't act like you've never had to do that before."

"No...I get it, like when I left The Ukraine. I miss the women...good times."

"Well aren't you just the textbook definition of a romantic." she had brought another box out while I reminisced.

I spotted something odd in the last box. "Um...your boyfriend owned a buttplug?"

Vinyl spun around, her head scanning the box before trying to push it away. "Wrong box...that's my...uh...yeah...wrong box."

"Fun box?"

She let out a small cough as she kicked the box back into the room. "Fun box...."

"Nice." I grabbed the last box and started down the stairs. "Whips or toys?"

Vinyl hurried down the steps after me. "Buy me dinner and find out."

"Ha, maybe once you admit techno is better."

"You wish!" Vinyl waited at the base of the stairs for me. I set the box down and looked to Vinyl. "Cool dude, cool. Hey so...I'm not saying we should hang out, but...we should hang out."

I smiled at her and sat back on the boxes. "Sure, you're friends with my boss, you'll find me."

Vinyl shook her head. "Nah dude, wait here." she hurried off beyond the doors and popped back in with a small blue wristband. "Keep that with you, hours are-"

"I've been here before." I took the band and stuffed it in my pockets. "I think someone else was DJ though."

"Aw dude, freaking Light Show was on last week.... Anyways come by when you get a chance."

"Why should I? Are you saying you enjoy seeing me?" I jeered with a cheeky smile.

"No, I'd just enjoy proving you wrong about my wubs."

I shook my head, laughing a little as I stood up. "I'll think about it." I started heading out of the club.

"Hey dude, don't think, do!"

"A little too eager there!" I laughed as I let the club doors swing closed behind me.

I jammed my key into the lock and hurried inside. Colgate was laying across the couch, reading a book. "Gray...how ya doing?"

"I'm alright, how are you?" I emptied my pockets and hurried towards the kitchen.

"Met a mare at the library. She said I was pretty. So that was the highpoint of my day."

I grabbed some leftover pork and beans and started warming them up. "That's nice, anything else?"

"Oh- oh- I know, I also held a drill in a nasty pony mouth for about half an hour. That was fun." Colgate walked slowly into the kitchen. "What do you want me to say? It was another day at work."

"Microwave you are my greatest ally." I murmured to myself as I grabbed my food out of the electronic box. "Well my day wasn't much better. Dealing with gardeners all day, then I helped some mare move."

"Who's moving?"

"Do you know the local DJ?" I started eating the savory meal.

Colgate snapped her book shut. "DJ-PON3? You helped Vinyl Scratch move- Wait, Vinyl's moving!?"

"Sort of, I helped her move her old boyfriends stuff out of her home."

"Oh, ooooooh, look at you! Putting the moves on Vinyl!"

"Shut up...didn't you take a pass at the mayor?" I poked my fork towards her.

"Hey, I told you not to talk about that." Colgate slammed the table. "Besides I think it's great! You love crappy music, she loves crappy music, it's a match made by...by...uh...the deaf!"

"So funny. Oh yes, I love crappy music and you love oral." I started laughing as I cleaned up.

"Hygiene, I accidentally say oral once and you never let me hear the end of it, ya jerk!"

I started going into my room. "You do love jerks in your mouth don't you?" I started busting up as Colgate had a small meltdown. I threw myself back into my bed and relaxed. I remembered back to the mare from the club. Maybe I'll go on Monday.