Daily Spinyltap

Spike and Vinyl sat on their apartment floor, glued to the TV. It was Saturday night, and that being the case, it was B-Movie night.

Tonight's selection happened to be Revenge Of The Headless Cheerleader.

“Hey, Spike, pass me the chips.” Vinyl reached her hoof out without breaking her vision lock on the television.

“Sure thing.” Spike grabbed the bowl of nachos and passed them over.

“Oh, shoot… this is the good part!” Vinyl shouted, sending crumbs from her mouth flying onto Spike.

With a loud crunch and sickening tear, a stallion was very messily decapitated on screen.

“Oh, man!” Spike said. “Poor guy, thought he was gonna get some, but nope!”

“Yeah, it's a pretty good bet that if your date is a headless cheerleader, you're gonna run into some complications.”

The two resumed munching on their snacks as the gratuitous violence and sexual content played before their eyes.

“So, Vinyl, do you like, ever wonder why all these teenagers keep running into those suspicious locations that are obviously traps?” Spike shrugged and turned to her. “I mean, they’re running away in the middle of town and as opposed to hiding in the school or courthouse, they run right into the cemetery and try to hide behind tombstones. Can you explain this logic to me, because i don’t get it at all.”

“Oh, that’s an easy one,” Vinyl replied. “If they made good decisions there wouldn’t be enough violence. And if there wasn’t enough violence, we wouldn’t fill our weekly quota of dismemberment.”

“Ah, I see,” Spike said, all of the understanding of the universe coming back to him once more. “Now I get it.”

All that could be heard  between the two was the putrid sound of torn flesh, blood-curdling screams and very poor acting, but it was enough to keep the couple occupied.

Vinyl leaned over and rested her head on Spike’s shoulder. Her hooves delicately laced around his waist, holding him tight. “Hey, Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“If there was ever a greater sign of true love in the universe, this” she looked from him to the tv and back, “this is it.”

“I agree with you one-hundred percent,” he said, nuzzling her cheek. “The crystal heart or whatever they have down in the Empire… that’s got nothing on us and it never will.”

Vinyl shuckled and lightly kissed his cheek. “Nope, not at all. Vinyl and Spike… that’s totally my OTP, just saying.”

Spike laughed aloud. “Ha, yeah, mine too. Mine too.”

“So… Spike?” Vinyl asked. “Do you ever think about watching, I don’t know, normal movies on our movie night?”

“Absolutely not. You?”

“Never.”

“It’s settled then,” Spike replied, a smile curling onto his lips.

“Hey, Spike?”

“Yeah, Vinyl?’

“Would you, like, face down a hoard of zombie cheerleaders for me?”

“I’d face down a hoard of zombie cheerleaders, a legion of satanic skanks from the underworld and an army of prostitute changelings… if it meant saving you. So, I got your back.”

The two laughed and cuddled into each other. And they stayed that way as night wore on, until they fell asleep in each other's’ grasp.