After the after party

As Vinyl got inside there was a fire raging in the fireplace, half a glass of wine and a violin on the table.

“I see some other pony was getting drunk to.” Vinyl giggled to Octavia.

“Nothing of the sort.” Octavia replied in her normally calm voice.

“I was working on a new piece and well wine can help with the creative flow but I am certainly not drunk.” Vinyls head turned to the violin.

“Well let’s hear it then.” Octavia looked at Vinyl.

“There would be no point in such an action.” Vinyls face dropped from its happy expression to a very confused face.

“Say what?”

“Uhh.” Octavia grunted.

“It’s pointless for me to play it because you would not remember by tomorrow, understand.”

“Well that’s all you needed to say, there’s no need for fancy words.” Vinyls face went back to her happy look.

“Now I think somepony should be getting to bed.” Octavia made a gesture towards the bedroom.

“I like your thinking.” Vinyl said with a smirk on her face.

“Uhh.” Octavia grunted again.

“Not like that you horny fool.

“That’s racist!” Vinyl accused, pointing a hoof at Octavia.

“What are you talking about?” Octavia questioned.

“You won't fuck me because I've got a horn.” Vinyl said tapping her horn. Octavia looked at Vinyl.

“Oh sweet Celestia, you are too drunk to be dealing with in any kind of serious manner.” Most of the happy tone leaving her voice.

“well maybe you should lighten up, you know not everything has to be serious.” Vinyl said with a slight chuckle.

“It is just part of the way I am.” Octavia replied.

“And besides you normally say that it is cute.”

“Well it is, but you don’t have to be like it all the time.” Vinyl said sounding a little annoyed.

“Now come on, no more arguing it’s time for bed.” Octavia put her hoof out for Vinyl to hold.

“Fine.” Grabbing Octavias hoof Vinyl got up.