To Wub and to be Wubbed

It was dark by the time Lyra reached the apartment complex Vinyl lived at. It had been two days since they met Octavia and she hadn't seen nor heard a peep out of her normally loud friend for a while, a fact that was odd enough to make her decided that she would pay her friend a visit after practice.

After walking inside the apartment building, the mint unicorn walked over to the white door in the hallway that belonged to the DJ, and started knocking. After not getting a response, she rolled her eyes and opened the already unlocked door.

Inside all the lights were off and every curtain was closed; the sound of a deep moaning came from one of the hallways, though it didn't sound anything like a pony; and the smell of alcohol was strong enough to put a bar to shame.

The sounds of the moans were actually kind of creepy with the dark and dusky atmosphere. Lyra looked uneasily at the darkness, when a loud clattering of glass hitting the floor, caused the minty mare to jump. Then an empty liquor bottle of rolled into the light in front of her, accompanied with a different voice from before peaking up from the darkness.

"Awwwuuuuuuuuuuuuuu~" came a soft drunken voice.

Lyra's hesitant expression was replaced with a deadpan and walked into the room and turned on the lights, before closing the door.

This elicited a groan from the creature of the darkness, "Ngaaaahhhhhh..."

Lyra walked into the small living room that Viny had since turned into her work space and saw the most pathetic sight she had seen in some time. A DJ lying on her back on the floor surrounded by empty liquor bottles howling to the ceiling with sounds of...

"Vinyl what are you listening to?"

"Awuuuuuuu~" was the only response she got.

The minty unicorn groaned and walked behind the turntables and plucked the record off to get a look at what exactly it was that had been playing in the background.

Lyra raised an eyebrow, "'Songs of the Sad Whale?” she asked the befallen drunk unicorn.

"Don't judge me." Vinyl slurred as she rolled onto her stomach, her face pressing down into the liquor stained carpet, "Mr. Splashy understands me. We connect on a level you'll never get," she said, her voice muffled through the carpet.

After her claim, Vinyl rolled once more onto her back and spoke up, "Mr. Splashy and me are both lonely souls w-who will ne-ehver get layyyyyyyy-ay-ay-ay-aid." She made it about halfway through her second statement before she broke into sobbing, even though she no longer had tears to shed.

Lyra sighed as she came out from the turn tables and laid next to Vinyl patting her back, as Vinyl turned to hug her friend and cry into her fur.

"There there, it'll be okay."

"No it won't." Vinyl's muffled voice said into Lyra's chest.

"Vinyl, when it comes to matters of the heart, I'm always honest and serous, so look at me" Vinyl reluctantly looked up into the minty mare's eyes, "We are going to make this right."

Vinyl tried to stifle a wet sniffle, before wiping her nose with the convenient patch of fur she had been offered to cry into.

“Charming” Lyra whispered to herself as she shivered with a hint of disgust.

"But Octavia said-"

"Don't worry, I planned for that." Lyra repeated coolly.

"What if Octavia isn't-"

"Don't worry, I planned for that."

"But I-"

"Vinyl." Lyra raised her voice, before returning to her soft, soothing tone, "I have a plan."

"How do you know it'll work?" Vinyl gaining a glimmer of drunken hope in her eye

"Vinyl, if you weren't so drunk, I'd be offended, so just this once, I forgive you." The minty unicorn said with a small smile.

"But I need to kn-" Vinyl began, only to be cut off by Lyra.

"Shh-"

"But these are-"

"Shush!"

"I just wa-"

"Vinyl, no.” Lyra said firmly.

Vinyl was starting to get frustrated with Lyra's refusal, so she turned to her ultimate weapon: Puppy eyes. "Pleaaaaaase, tell me."

Albeit her ultimate weapon had lost its effect thanks to the liquor, but it still got results.

Lyra groaned at her friend's persistence, before she finally conceded. "Okay, I'll tell you all the science behind this."

"Yesh!"

"But I'll do it tomorrow at my place, after practice, be there." She said before getting up and making her way out the door, making sure to wipe the snot from her chest and rub it off on the couch.

“I need a shower...” She whispered.