Face the Music

Now Vinyl Scratch left the stage with applause and hollers filling the air and the strobe lights dimming slowly as the show stopped for the night. Ponies of all sorts, whether drunk, happy, or drugged - maybe all three - left the building with their friends if they had brought any. The server, however, was still passed out and did not wake up for several hours. Vinyl made her way down a hallway similar to the one you were in at the time, but instead of heading back to the private room with the steed in it, she passed that door completely and kept going. Vinyl Scratch seemed kinda lost, as if not sure exactly where she was going.

Well, you weren't quite sure either, you were just trying to find Vinyl. And, of course, you did find her! After she bumped into you, that is. Vinyl Scratch's glasses dropped to the floor, and stuttering an apology you bent down to pick them up - but were surprised when the glasses lifted halfway up the floor and into your hands, then tried to get past your hands for a few seconds before letting you hold them. You turned your vision up at Vinyl - into those most beautiful eyes of scarlet, barely noticing the glow of her horn dimming.

She wore a blank expression at first, simply staring down at you with her mouth in a small O-shape, then - pressing her lips together - the corners of her mouth vaguely turned upwards, in a friendly smile.

"Hey, ya dropped my glasses!" Vinyl commented with a serious tone, shifted her expression to a frown, then giggled a bit, holding a hoof in front of her mouth and grinning all the while. Feeling a little embarrassed, but grateful for her playful approach to the accident, you pop the glasses back on Vinyl Scratch's snout.

"You a fan?" she asked, when the glasses were in place. You looked up at the ceiling while she stared at you quizzically - you didn't know quite how to put your feelings out there for her. Finally, after a few seconds, you nodded speedily, with a grin of your own.

"Never seen anypony like you, bro! Where do you come from, huh?" Vinyl asks, with an air of actual curiosity.

"Er. Earth, I guess," you reply, feeling clumsy. You also feel a little weird at being called a 'bro'..

"Earth? Never heard of it. You must be real exotic, then!" Vinyl notes, clapping her front hooves together.

"Around these parts, maybe."

Vinyl scratched behind her ear with a hoof and yawned. "Hey, how would you like to spend the night with me?" she asked, out of the blue. Vinyl Scratch didn't like asking this question, especially since the nights always ended the same way. She always forgot those ponies by the next day, simply giving fan-service because her sponsors thought it'd be a good way to propel her to first place DJ. It was, of course, but Vinyl would have rather just gotten with someone and play her music casually with her pals. Vinyl Scratch wanted to be a free pony one day - being done with big wigs and fat cats in it for the money and not the fun or the fans.

Startled at first by the question, you don't answer for a few seconds until Vinyl tilts her head down and stares into your eyes with her own, above her glasses...
"Y-yes, that would be.. nice."

"Y'know, ponies don't normally wear clothes!" Vinyl says, a sly grin on her face and a hint of mischievousness in her voice.