Kill the lights

He struggled. He squirmed, hit my chest, and tried to break free.

He should have known.

After all that crap and strife, there was no way in Tartaurus I was going to let him off easily.

After way more struggling than it should have taken, he finally broke the kiss.

"VINYL! YOU BUCKING IDIOT! WE'RE GOING TO DIE! HIT THE GROUND, CRACK OUR SKULLS OPEN, AND DIE," Brass Boom's voice was distraught and fear-filled. "AND YOU KNOW WHO'S FAULT IT IS?!?"

I closed my eyes slightly and responded in a surprisingly calm tone. "Your's."

"MINE?!"

"Yes. Your's." We were five yards away from the ground.

"WELLITDOESN'TMATTERNOWBECAUSEWE'REGOINGTODIEOHGODILIVEDAGOODLIFEPLEASEHEL-"

Just three inches from the ground, I used my magic to stop us upside down.

"Wuh?"

"Like I was saying. Your's. You were the one that challenged me to a rap battle. You were the one that knocked me out. You  were the one that threw me into the pool in the back. You were the one who got Octavia drunk. YOU WERE the one who drugged the code out of her. YOU WERE THE one who stole my fame; my records. YOU WERE THE ONE WHO USED MY HEADPHONES AND WORE MY GLASSES. Hell, you're lucky I didn't drop you."

"FINE! DROP ME! I DON'T CARE!!" He squealed, thrashing about in the glow of my blue magic.

"You sure about that?"

"POSITIVE!"

"Oookay!! Boop!" And with that, I let my magic falter and he dropped like a rock into the pool.

"Naive, Naive Brass Boom. Always the cart before the pony with you. Fire, Ready, Aim, if you may." I said in an amused tone.

"Well- I- Just- SH-SHUT UP!!" Brass Boom dove under and took in a mouthful of water. He surfaced and shot a jet stream of slightly bloody, slightly slobbery water and me.

"Two can play at that game, Brassy! CANNON BAAALLL!"

"AU-"

"Gotcha!"

"Not so fast, Vinyl! " The red stallion brought a hoof down on the top of the water and made a huge splash.

"Wat're y'all doin down der?" Octavia shouted. "ooo lookie a poolie. Weee!" She jumped off the roof in a surprisingly piggish swandive. "Cannon Ball!!"

"Eek!" I giggled, playfully shielding my face. "'Tavia, that was a swan dive!"

"Yeah.. But I brung Boze!" She raised a bottle of vodka and passed a stout can of cider to Brass Boom.

As we looked up, we could see the whole party jumping off the ledge.

"Is Like hopy foot all ovreh gain!" Octavia shouted once again, throwing her hooves up in the air.

"What?"

"Nothin! BOZE FOR AWE!"

Pegasi, earth ponies, and unicorns alike were all dropping like flies into the swimming pool.

"KARAOKE!!" Some one shouted. They were responded by a couple dozen shouts.

"ME FIRST!"

"I WANNA DUET WITH YOU!!"

"I CALL GOING LAST!!"

"MUFFIN!"

Surprisingly, none of them thought to climb out of the pool.

"Brass Boom! There's a piano in the shed next to us." I whispered. "I want to duet This Day Aria with you!"

He blushed red under his fur. "R-really?"

"Yes, really, you old fart! Get your flank into gear!"

Soon enough, we had set up the piano and wireless mic.

*Tap Tap Tap* "This thing on?" *BWEEEEEEEEEEEW* "Eugh! Yes, it is very much on." I tested the microphone, and sure enough, it worked, loud and clear. The splashing and gossiping titters quieted immediately when the first note of the piano was played.

"This day is going to be perfect, the kind of day of which I've DREAMED since I was small," I sang. It was weird to hear my voice so clearly on a dingy old mic in a swimming pool in the smack dab middle of Ponyville. "everypony will gather 'round, say I look lovely in my gown, what don't know is that I have fooled them all!"

"This day was going to be perfect," Brass Boom crooned. "the kind of day of which I've dreamed since I was small... But instead of having cake, and all my friends to celebrate, my wedding bells, they may not ring for me at all." I was surprised. Out of all the ponies I'd think of as having a voice like liquid silver, Brass Boom was on the very bottom of my list.

"I could care less about the dress..."

"Must escape before it's too late..."

"Finally the moment has arrived..."

"Oh the wedding we won't make, he'll end up marrying a fake," I expected the next notes to be a disaster. "Shining Armor will be..." But no. He hit the notes perfectly. Not too high, not too low.

"Mine, All Mine... HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"