Vinyl Scratch Presents: A New DJ In Town.

Chapter 2

Recap on Chapter 1

Vinyl was late for her gig at Pinkie's party and discovered that another pony had taken her place at her table.

Unable to accept this and enjoy herself she leaves the party pre-maturely.

As she arrives home she hears Octavia practicing her violin in her room. Vinyl attempts to go to her own room without disturbing her friend but Octavia catches her on the way up the stairs and is surprised to find Vinyl home at such an early hour.

Octavia allows Vinyl to sit audience to her solo practice session.

After-wards a brief conversation issues on Vinyl's problem.

Now To The Story.

Having went to bed early Vinyl's day started as such. She rolled lazily out of bed, to her hooves and trotted over to the mirror. Her mane was a tad unkempt and her fur a bit ruffled but nothing a little bit of grooming wouldn't fix. She shuffled through the typical mess that littered her room until she found her brush lying on the floor in the corner and began to brush out the knots in her mane.

Before she reached the kitchen she heard sizzling, the clanging of pans and found Octavia had already began making breakfast, which was out of character. Octavia was not a morning pony. “Octy what are you doing up?” Vinyl questioned.

“Good morning to you to Vinyl.” Octavia replied in a playful manner. “I trust you want your eggs scrambled as per the usual?” She asked without turning to look at her friend.

“Are you okay Octy?” Vinyl walked over to the table and sat, noticing two mugs of freshly made coffee sitting across from each-other on the table.

“The one on the left is yours.” Octavia ignored Vinyl's questioning as she scraped the eggs onto a second plate with bacon and french toast. Octavia brought the two plates over and placed one in-front of Vinyl before sitting down in the seat across from her.

Vinyl poked at her eggs suspiciously with her fork and sniffed her coffee, wondering if Octavia had finally decided to kill her for waking her with her music almost every morning.

Octavia giggled before taking her first bite of breakfast convincing Vinyl the food was safe to eat but she still had her doubts about the coffee. “Your in a good mood this morning.” Vinyl said. Then realization hit. “Octy, your not doing all of this because of last night are you?”

Octavia placed her fork down and sighed. “Vinyl I'm only trying to see to it that your day does not start off on the wrong hoof.” Octavia frowned.

“Octavia I'm okay, really. I decided last night before I went to bed that I was going to go and talk to this new pony. Maybe we can work something out or maybe I have nothing to worry about.” Vinyl reassured her. “Thank you for the breakfast though, its really really good.” Vinyl smiled.

Octavia wasn't sure Vinyl was being sincere but she accepted this and went back to eating with a smile on her muzzle.

After breakfast Vinyl set off to Sugar Cube Corner to talk to Pinkie and try and find this new DJ. When she arrived she was surprised to see that the mess from the party had already been picked up and she saw Pinkie's fluffy tail disappear through the entrance of the bakery.

Vinyl followed her inside and Pinkie turned around quickly. “Oh, Hey Vinyl!” Her high pitched voice filled the room. “I didn't see you there, do you want a cup-cake?”

“Thats okay Pinks. I really just came to ask a quick question.” As good as a cup-cake sounded she had just ate and probably shouldn't eat junk food in the morning, but... that had never stopped her before. 'No, focus Vinyl.' She scolded herself.

“Really? What is it?” Pinkie bounced a couple of times.

“Well you know that DJ last night right?” Vinyl asked.

“Yeah she's awesome! In fact, she's still here. She passed out and never left!” Pinkie bounced again and pointed toward the far booth.

Vinyl followed her hoof and saw the mare's red tail hanging over the edge of the seat. “Thanks Pinks.” Vinyl replied and trotted over to the booth with confidence and sat across from the snoring unicorn. Vinyl took this opportunity to get a better look at her. Like her tail her mane was red with a green highlight down one side, her fur was white like Vinyls and her cutie mark looked like a blank cd. The mare was drooling, draped halfway over the table with one of her for-hooves under her head and the other spread out in front of her.

“Alright, time to get up.” Vinyl told the sleeping mare before banging the underside of the table with her hoof.

With a shout of shock Flash Rave jumped up and fell out of the booth. “The fuck???” Flash rave propped herself up onto the seat and looked over at Vinyl Scratch. “Why?”

Vinyl smirked at the DJ. “My bad, come on talk to me for a minute.”

“I'd rather go back to sleep.” She replied, crawled back onto the cushioned booth seat and laid down.

Vinyl gave an agitated sigh and hit the table again.

Flash Rave moaned and sat up. “Fine Fine, who are you anyway?!” She asked rubbing her eyes with her forhooves.

“The names Vinyl, I was supposed to be DJ-ing that party last night.”

“So you trotted all the way down here and woke me up to tell me that?”

Vinyl thought for a second. “No, I'd also like to welcome you to Ponyville, and tell you I was actually quite impressed with your skills.”

“That couldn't have waited?” Flash Rave replied holding her head trying to fight back the hangover that was pounding on the gates of her skull. The light coming through the window from the morning sun wasn't helping.

Vinyl noticed and closed the curtains to the window they were next to.

“Thanks.”

“But, you can't keep DJ-ing here.”

At this, Flash opened her eyes and stared at the mare, for the first time during the encounter, her full attention was on her. “Excuse me?” She was half expecting there to be a punchline to a lame joke coming up but the look on the red eyed mare was serious.

“See, I have been DJ-ing here since I was a young filly and its all I do.” Vinyl continued holding Flash's gaze.

“Yeah so? Can't handle a little competition?” Flash challenged. Who was this mare to come in here and tell her what she could and could not do.

Vinyl's hoof twitched as she held back a burst of anger. “I would destroy you in a mixing battle.”

“Those are some big words coming from the mare who can't even make her own parties.”

Vinyl stood up on her rear hooves, slammed her forhooves down on the table and her horn began to glow. “You have no idea who your talking to here outsider. You can't just move in on another DJ's turf and steal her gigs.”

Flash's own horn began to glow a faint green aura as she too, rose up on her rear hooves. “I was doing you a favor! And Who Are You Calling An Outsider? You don't own Ponyville.

“NoPony told you, you could use my mixing table either!”

“You mean that piece of shit? I've never had such a difficult time with mixing equipment in my life. The sound quality is terrible!” Flash yelled.

Vinyl recoiled and gasped. “Do You Even Have A Table?”

“STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!!!”

Both unicorns instantaneously turned quickly to see a raging Pinkie Pie who's mane had fallen flat and eyes were burning into them.

“YOU TWO PONIES ARE NOT GOING TO COME INTO THIS BAKERY AND RUIN THE HAPPY ATMOSPHERE, I WILL CUT YOU BOTH IF YOU DO NOT STOP NOW!” Pinkie screamed.

“S-s-s-sorry P-pinkie.” Vinyl stammered and sat back down.

“Y-yeah, sorry.” Flash mimicked.

All at once Pinkie's mane puffed back up and her smile returned. “Good. Now do you know what would be super, fantastic? If you two combined your super loud awesome music!” Pinkie suggested.

Both unicorns glanced at each other, a small smile spread across there muzzles.