Skipping a Couple Thousand Feet

After sitting in the batroom for a few minute, I decided I should probably get out, or ponies would start to get suspicious. I walked over to the sink, and stared into my reflection. So, this is the new me. I splashed a bit of water into my face, shrugged off the though, and went back outside.

Ponies gave me a passing glance as I walked (trotted?) back to my place as a DJ.

Vinyl, however, was a different story. She was PISSED.

"Seriously, Hotshot! What buck is wrong with you?! You just up and left in the middle of a song!" Jesus, the fandom never wrote her like this.

"Um...n..nothing. Just some stuff from the hospital, I guess." I went back up to my spot, and the next two hours went off without a hitch. The thought of that mare never left my mind.

After everypony left, Vinyl and I had started packing up our gear. In that time, I realized that Hotshot couldn't do math. If his DJ name was H8TY7, implying 1987, that would make him 27 years old. Not 35. Anyway, Vinyl had become her normal, lax self. As I carried a large speaker (a tradeoff traveling DJs must make), she stopped me.

"So. Who was that mare?" She rested an arm on the speaker.

"What mare?" I realized she knew, and tried to play dumb.

"Hotshot, I've known you since the cradle. When you're in love...I can tell. Plus, your wing boner hit me in the face." Her magenta eyes saw right through me.

"Okay..I don't know who she is. All I know is, call me a Romeo, I've fallen for her. Hard." I breathed a sigh of relief and defeat.

"She looks a lot like me." She semi-accused me.

"Really? Uh...I wasn't paying much attention." Completely honest. I hadn't even noticed.

"Right, because you were too busy thinking about that flank, weren't you?" She bit her lip, presumably to stop her from laughing.

"No! Shut up, Vinyl!" I felt my face practically get MS Paint'ed red, and my wings tried to come up, but I kept them down.

"You were! You totally were!" She fell to the ground laughing.

"Whatever." I picked up the speaker, and carried it over to Vinyl's house.

A few trips later, we'd gotten all our stuff back.

"Thanks, Hotshot. You're a pretty good hauler, ain't ya?" She set down the last of get stuff.

"Not to toot my own horn, but, beep-beep-ba-beep." I joked. Then I realized. I didn't know where Hotshot lived.

"Ya know what, just stay here tonight. We're both tired, and it's not like  anypony's gonna think anything of it, right? I mean, you're pretty much already my little brother." She yawned and opened the door.

"Thanks, Vinyl." I smiled to her, and stepped inside.

A piece of wood was crackling on the fire. That's weird...if Vinyl left like four or five hours ago, why was there a NEW log on the fire?

"Oh, hello, Hotshot." A familiar classy voice called. Huh. So I guess Vinyl and Octavia living together wasn't just a bad fanfic.

"Hi, Octavia." I greeted her. I wasn't too sure how Octavia felt about me.

"How was the concert?" I had to admit, she looked...different in the firelight.

"Flankface McGee over here found a mare to chase."  Vinyl walked in, and sat in the living room.

"Vinyl...how many times do I have to tell you not to phrase it like that?" I complained.

"It's true, though." Vinyl countered.

"I'm going to have to agree with Vinyl on this one. You're not the most...gentlecoltly."  Funny. Tavi gets on my nerves even in Equestria.

"Shut up..." I was tired of arguing at this point.

"Do you know who she was?" I started to wonder why Tavi was so interested in this mare.

"Not a clue..but all I know is she looks  a lot like Vinyl." I started to try to piece it together.

"Well, Shining Armor looks like me." Vinyl commented.

"Yeah, but last I checked, Shining Armor is a stallion." It was NOT Shining Armor.

No way. There was not a snowball's chance in hell that I fell in love with Shining Armor. Besides, he's married to Princess Cadence. Not that I'm into stallions.

Right?

"Well..since you're done with the concert..I'll get some wine." Vinyl left the room, leaving Octavia and I alone.

"You know..Hotshot. If you'd let me, I could turn you I to a refined, classy stallion." She offered.

"Octavia, I know you mean well, but no. I like the way I am" Damn, what was taking Vinyl so long?!

"Are you sure?" She seemed a bit surprised.

"Yes, Tavi." At this point, I was so tired I couldn't think straight.

"Alright. Whatever you say." She shrugged and Vinyl came in with the wine.

"Wow, man. You look beat. Come on, let's go." She set down the glasses, and took me upstairs.

"I really appreciate it, Vinyl." She directed me to a room, presumably the guest room.

"You'd do the same for me." She pulled back the covers, and stepped out of the way as I got in.

"Want to bet?" I joked.

"Never too tired for a joke, huh? Well, good night." She closed the door, leaving me alone.

"Night...." I pulled the covers over and slowly closed my eyes, sleep's seduction overtaking me.