Rarity sat up, stretching languidly. Her back popped a couple of times, not that she cared. Alone in her room, she could do whatever she pleased. Wear whatever she pleased. Or didn’t please, as the case was. Climbing off of her bed, she stared at her naked body in the floor length mirror on her closet door. Perky B cup breasts, a figure any model would die for. The one thing she wasn’t too pleased about was her hair. Every morning, it was a badly tangled mess of purple knots.

That fix was simple enough. A shower with shampoo and conditioner would… she froze as she turned around. Laying in her bed, arm splayed out, was… someone. He wasn’t entirely familiar. Not really. She knew she’d seen him somewhere, but she wasn’t sure where. Looking around the room, she spotted his jacket and immediately knew. The one time she’d allowed Rainbow Dash to talk her into going to a club in the city, she’d come home with one of the musicians. Crossed quarter notes in blue and red surrounded by a circled sound wave.

“Brand Vocal. The owner of Vocalized Sublimity. A club that allowed minors because they didn’t serve alcohol. Vinyl Scratch works there in the evening.” she thought as she stared at him. Attempting to sneak from the room, she froze again as she felt something. Racing into the bathroom, she froze in front of the mirror and looked herself over. She hadn’t noticed in the mirror in her room. Not because she was oblivious, but because she hadn’t been looking. Her neck was covered with hickeys. Even each of her nipples was surrounded by teeth marks. “He bit my breasts? Did we really… get that intimate last night?” she asked herself.

Closing the bathroom door, she pulled her shower seat over to the mirror and sat down. Sucking in a calming breath, she closed her eyes as her fingers went to her slit, spreading it open just slightly. Peeking out of the corner of one of her eyes, she released a sigh of relief. They hadn’t had sex. Perhaps she hadn’t been that inebriated after all. Even clenching her stomach a little, as if pushing something out of her, she didn’t see anything. No fluids that weren’t hers.

“Ok… so he bit me, but we didn’t have sex. Nothing to worry about then Rarity. You just panicked for no reason. Besides… maybe he’s not so bad. Perhaps he’s nothing like the rumors and articles in Ponyville Weekly say. Perhaps he’s kind and gentle, and generous with his friends and lovers. Did I just say that? Are we really lovers? Can I consider him my lover if we slept together? Naked? And didn’t do anything?” she thought to herself.

“I don’t feel any different. I don’t feel like we did anything. And I didn’t get that drunk, did I?” she asked herself before walking out of the bathroom, a velvet bathrobe wrapped around herself. Stopping in the doorway, she felt her cheeks heat. He was awake, mid yawn and stretch. “G… Good morning.” She stuttered and he smiled at her, nearly making her go weak in the knees. “Sweet Satin that smile…” she thought to herself.

“Mornin’. Did I surprise you?” He asked and she nodded. “Expected. We were both pretty sloshed last night.” He said and she blinked, immediately thinking back to the night before.

Last Night.

Rarity sipped lightly at her beverage, Rainbow Dash and Applejack having all but abandoned her to join Sunset Shimmer on the dance floor. Sunset hadn’t come with them, she was there with the DJ, Vinyl Scratch, as a guest. She didn’t mind though. Sunset was there and Rainbow and Applejack weren’t ones to miss out on excitement. The only ones of her friends not here were Pinkie Pie, which was a bit of a surprise, Fluttershy, and Twilight.

Sighing, she reached for her drink, wrapped her fingers around it, and brought it to her lips, taking a light sip and nearly choking. That wasn’t her drink. Putting it on the table, she looked at the offending beverage and blanched. Brown beer. She’d drunk someone elses' beverage. Looking around for the owner of the drink, she froze. “I’m sorry miss. I must have put my drink down where they were going to put yours.” He said and she just nodded dumbly. Stunning bronze hair, eyes that shown like emeralds, skin the color of alabaster. She knew him. The club owner.

“Hey Brand.” A voice said and the two of them turned to see Vinyl approaching. Brand Vocal smiled at his favorite DJ and shared a high five with her.

“Great set Vinyl. Wish you’d sign on permanently.” He said and she shrugged.

“Eh, I’d be stuck behind that turn table of yours all day and you know I love my baby.” She said, hugging a long bag to her chest. Rarity wondered if it was a mobile keyboard, or a keytar like hers.

“I’d let you play it if you had the hook up equipment. But, them’s the breaks. Here ya go, your pay for the set.” He said as he passed her a rolled up wad of bills.

“Holy cheese, really?” He nodded. “Five grand?” Nod again. “For real? No catch?”

“The only catch is you gotta sleep with me.” He said and her eye brows shot up into her hairline until he burst out laughing. “I’m kidding. No catch Scratch. You did a great set tonight. There’s a spot open tomorrow if you want it. Same pay, same hours. I’ll even pay my driver to drive you home.”

“Holy crap Brand, this is more than I made helpin’ the girls with their Dance Magic music vid.” She said and he shrugged.

“I own a club. What, did you think I wouldn’t make more than a simple music video?”

“Simple? You thought that was simple?” Rarity asked and he turned around and looked at her as she stood up and stuck her finger against his “rock hard… supple… gorgeous…” chest. “I will have you know I worked my heart and soul on those outfits and that set. My friends and I made that video with all our hearts to earn money to go to Camp Everfree.” She said and he just smiled. “What are you smiling about? You insult my work and you think it’s funny?”

“No, not at all. I just think it’s… mildly funny that you’re wearing more of your drink than you swallowed.” He said and she looked down at her dress and gasped. “Hey, if it’s any consolation, I’ll pay to have it cleaned. Come on into the back and you can change into one of the stage hand outfits until you get home.” He said and she just followed him, holding her dress away from herself. The drink sticking to her skin was one thing, but the bra she was wearing underneath was designer, custom made, by Prim Hemline herself, and she didn’t want alcohol ruining her work.

Walking into the back room, he pushed open a door into possibly the most luxurious office she’d ever seen. “Take a seat. I’ll be right back with the outfit. You… don’t mind leotards, do you?” He asked and she didn’t say a word as he disappeared back down the hallway, the door closing silently behind him.

Without a second thought, she stripped off her dress, standing in the middle of the office in nothing but her bra, panties and leggings. Holding the dress out in front of her, she looked at the damage. It would take three, at least four, washes to keep it from staining. She barely even noticed when he returned. Clearing his throat behind her, he held out the leotard, in the same color as her dress, staring at a rather interesting spot on his wall. Taking it from him quickly, she stepped into it and pulled it up over her shoulders. It hugged her curves splendidly, but she couldn’t quite reach the zipper in the back.

Clearing her own throat, she moved her ponytail out of the way as she turned her back on him. Her face flushed as she felt his hands move the zipper up, clasping a Velcro strap across it to hide it from view, as well as keeping her hair from getting stuck. “I apologize about the dress. I will pay to have it dry cleaned.” He said and she turned around and was forced to look up at him. Barely two years her senior, he’d graduated from Crystal Prep academy a year early, meaning he’d had to miss the Friendship Games. But he didn’t seem old enough to work in a club, let alone own one.

“I can… think of another way you can repay me for it.” She said and he just stared at her, barely moving as she moved up on her tip toes and brushed her lips against his own. Barely realizing what she was doing, she stepped back a little and coughed lightly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking… I…” she stopped as he pulled her back against him, his lips finding hers relatively quickly.

Once, during a slumber party, she’d been dared to share her first best kiss. The first kiss she’d ever had that made her foot “pop”. She’d begrudgingly admitted she’d never experienced that before. She’d never had a kiss other than her sister or family. She’d never even really had her “first kiss.”

The taste of booze lingered on his lips, but it wasn’t the unpleasant kind of booze most drunkards drank, or the kind her father imbibed when he was feeling especially dad-like. It was the pleasant taste of wine. She couldn’t place what wine, exactly. She’d never partaken an especially large amount. Riesling, perhaps. Pinot, maybe? Pulling away, she allowed herself to lick her lips, trying to place the flavor. As her eyes scanned the room, she spotted the bottle. Barely enough of it was gone to have really even been one glass. Gewürztraminer. One of the most expensive, if not the priciest, bottles of wine on the market.

A moment later, she wasn’t sure if he’d taken her lip licking as a sign she wanted more, and she definitely did, or if he’d caught her finding the bottle, but his lips found hers again and she allowed him to pick her up off of the floor, his hands landing on her rear.

Present

Rarity was snapped out of her reverie by a light knocking on the bathroom door. “Rarity, are you almost done in there? I should really shower so I can get back.” He said and she hopped up and went to the door to pull it open, stopping with her hand on the handle as she looked down at herself. Nothing but a night gown. A blush formed on her cheeks only to burn out almost instantly. If her suspicions were correct, they’d had sex last night, so clearly he’d seen her naked. But if they hadn’t, and he’d merely slept with her last night… she ran her hands through her hair as she stared at the door. “Rarity?” He asked again and she swallowed a lungful of air and pushed the door open.

He was, thankfully, dressed in a bathrobe. “Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded.

“Of course darling. I couldn’t be better. The bathroom’s all yours.” She said as she strode passed him, only to freeze as his hand grabbed her wrist gently.

“Rarity, what’s wrong? You weren’t like this last night.”

“I was drunk last night, or don’t you recall?”

“No, not really. We were both pretty well hammered last night.” She swallowed heavily as she composed herself, collecting her thoughts before turning around and look up at him.

“We met at the club, where my friend Vinyl Scratch was playing…”

“Ah yes, DJ Pon3. Good Mixer. I remember that.”

“We got drunk, or… one of us did… it might have been me… and… we… I… you…” she stammered and he touched her lips gently.

“Rarity, if we did anything you didn’t want me to, tell me.” He said and she shook her head quickly, taking his hand gently.

“No, no, of course not. It’s not that at all. I swear it. Just… what did I do last night?” She asked, a blush forming on her cheeks.

“Well, what most girls usually do when they get drunk and meet cute guys at a bar? Take ‘em home and let ‘em go to town until their legs are jelly.” He said and her blush turned even redder until he laughed. “I’m kidding Rarity. Mostly. We got drunk, then I spent the rest of the evening with you, drove you home, most of the way, and then got you into bed. You didn’t let me leave.” He said and her blush grew even fiercer.

“What do you mean most of the way?”

“I did the good Samaritan thing and pulled us in at the police station between here and the bar and asked them to drive us home. That I thought I was ok to drive but about a block before the turn in to their parking lot, I nearly hit a telephone pole. They understood that I wanted to get you home without alerting them, and they felt I did the right thing by stopping in and having them drive us the rest of the way.”

“So… is it my car or your car at the station?”

“Yours. Mine is still at the club. I work there though, sometimes, so it’s good. Benny probably has it.” He said and she blinked.

“Benny?”

“Yup. The bouncer. Ben Jammer. We call him Benny.” She smiled and nodded.

“So… what are we supposed to do?” She asked and he shrugged.

“What do you usually do on a weekend?”

“Design clothing, go out with my friends, spend time with my little sister.” She said and he smiled.

“Sounds like you’ve got a full schedule.”

“Well… I don’t have any male friends to model for me.” He just chuckled and stood up. “Would you…?”

“I was just getting up to do that. And to shower.” She smiled as she let him pass. He disappeared into the bathroom, the door closing behind him, and she sat on the edge of her bed. While he showered, she grabbed a wonderfully designed gown for the morning, a pair of blue jeans, and her favorite shoes. Looking at them, she realized she had yet to shower. Looking to the door into her bathroom, she sucked in a breath and walked towards it.

He’d slept with her, but he’d admitted they hadn’t done anything. Swallowing her nerves, she pushed the bathroom door open, perfectly content with the ideas running through her mind. They may not have done anything last night, but she was going to be sure they did something today.

Author's Note

Just the first part of this small section. Don't be alarmed if it doesn't update soon, we're about to move into our new house, so internet will be rather lacking for a while.