Octavia Unwinds

by Krass McWriter

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Octavia, Comedy
Length: 1105

After a rough day, Octavia decides to blow off some steam...

After a rough day, Octavia decides to blow off some steam...

Published 2012-09-08 08:14:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-09-08 08:14:01 UTC

Drunktavia is best pony

Octavia Unwinds...

By Krass McWriter

The door slamed open, the sound echoing through the apartment. "Uuugh, I so hate doing children's parties." Octavia dragged her hooves across the carpet, minor rug burn heating up her sore hooves. She moved sluggishly, through the living room to her bed room. She stood up on her hind legs, a shock of pain rolling through her from the activity. Octavia removed the Cello in its case from her back, gently tossing it into it's corner.

Octavia left her room, passing through the living room into kitchen. "Sweet Celestia, I need a stiff drink." She sighed, announcing to the empty room. She bite the handle of the freezer portion of the refrigerator, opening it. Cool air and fog rolled gently out of the freezer as Octavia snatched a sleek bottle and set it on the counter. She kicked the freezer shut as she moved to a cabinet and retrieved a drinking glass.

She broke the seal and popped the cork, lifting the mouth of the bottle to her nostrils and breathing in the rich scent. Octavia was saving this whiskey for a particularly stressful day and there was nothing more stressful than having to play for some upper class snob's kid. "If its a real party, get a DJ!" She always said. Not that ever dissuaded them.

Octavia poured the whiskey into the glass, the dark amber liquid turning golden as it filled the glass. She picked up the glass, swirling it and filling her nostrils with its pleasant scent once more. She put the glass to her muzzle and took a long draught, emptying it halfway. "Eeeeeh." she exhaled, her breath hot with aclohol. The whiskey was sweet, no detectable kick to it at all, but hard liqour is what it is.

Pausing to let herself recuperate, she took several deep breaths before picking the glass up once more and finishing it off. Her body was pleasently warm, and the room was grew fuzzy as the alcohol took effect. Octavia picked up the bottle in her mouth and headed to her bed room, setting the bottle on her bed.

"Let's see what the damage is..." She murmured as she removed the cello's case from its corner. She opened the case and examined the cello. The finish was a little scuffed from when the birthday colt put his hooves on it. She'd have to polish it tomorrow. Octavia sighed and grabbed the bottle of whiskey, taking a decent sized sip.

She decided she should try to tune it, for when she praticed tomorrow. She started with the "C" string, the cello's thickest and lowest string. Octavia plucked the string and frowned at the noise. She pushed and twisted the tuning knob to the right, tightening the string. Plucking the string again, she found it to be just a bit below the pitch she was seeking. She turned the tuning knob again, too far. The string snapped with a sharp *twang*. "Fuck!" Octavia swore, her day just growing progressively worse.

Octavia grumbled as she put the cello back in its case and zipped it shut. She put the Cello back in the corner, disgruntled. She went for the whiskey bottle, now missing a noticable amount of its contents. Removing the cork, which made the curious "schoomp" sound like something out of a cartoon, Octavia further liberated the bottle of its contents. She managed to double her intake, the alcohol having already taken her ability to taste it.

Octavia blinked and shook her head, grabbing the bottle of whiskey in her mouth before stumbling into the living room. She set the bottle on the table by the couch when her stomach growled. "Ah'm... hungreh..." she slured, having lost the ability to think internally. "Burrito's sound reallyyy good righ' 'bout now." She noted aloud. She grabbed the bottle and took another swig emptying it before grabbing a bag of bits and heading outside. "One fer tha' road."

She stumbled out her apartment, into the hallway and down the stairs, tripping on the third to last step. It was really hard to see where to step when there was anywhere between two and five steps in front of her. "Stairhs, th' mortal enemy o' whiskeh drinkers errywhere." Octavia swore, rubbing her muzzle. The pain was absent but it buzzed with stimulation.

Octavia managed to exit the complex and get onto the streets, though not before declaring war on all stairs, steps and ladders. She looked up and down the streets then up again. "Where th' hay is a taco joint?!" She bellowed, furrowing her brow. Octavia closed her eyes and swayed left and right for a few motions before using the moment to launch into moving up the street in an exaggerated march.

Octavia did a high trot, putting a lot of bounce in her step and looking a lot like a young filly skipping to school. Her behavior, obviously painting her as drunk, caught a few unkindly glares from the uptight canterlot natives. Octavia stuck her tounge out them in a foalish manner. Having grown up in a small town, she never did like the arrogance the high class ponies radiated. But then again, there isnt much demand for a professional cellist in a town of seventy five.

The nobleponies just scoffed in disbelief at her gall. They turned their noses and pranced off, shunning her. "Featherheaded 'nobles'." Octavia spat, continuing up the street, swaying slightly. After a long while, she saw a light up ahead, an illuminated sign off to the left of the street that read "Tacos", stating bluntly its purpose. "'Bout time." she grumbled under her breath.

Octavia made her way down the side street to the restaurant. The desk was manned by a half asleep pony who looked like this was the first time he's rested for days. "Hey!" she blurted, snapping him awake. "Ya open?"

"Myeh?" He awnsered wearily, still half asleep, "What'd ya need?"

"I want..." She lapsed, trying to remember exactly what she wanted "a burrito."

"Sorry lady, this is a taco stand." He pointed up at the neon sign with a hoof.

"What?" Octavia spat, recoiling.

"This is a taco joint. I only serve tacos."

"Well, gimmie some tacos then."

"We're closed."

"Closhed?"

"Yeah, as in not open." The rolldown door slammed shut, leaving Octavia alone and then in the dark as the neon sign was turned off.

"Hmph," Octavia pouted "How rhude." Hungry she turned back to the road to face... where she came... from... "Where da hell is it?" She hollered as she realized she was completely lost.