Lights and Action, Forget the Camera!

Her hoof, still sore from the night of dancing and walking, connected with the wood of the library’s carved door and produced a hollow thunk.  After a few more knocks, she backed up and sat down on the grass, staring directly at the door as if she would be able to burn it down with a stare.  After the stories she had heard from some of the stallions who tried to hook up with Fluttershy at a rave (though she honestly could think of no reason as to why the timid pegasus would be at a club in the first place), she could believe something like that to be possible.  She remembered how her jaw had dropped after the stallions had sprinted out of the club, screaming as if they had been pepper-sprayed.

There was no answer still, the door remained closed.  She impatiently tried to wait a few more moments, but the party-intensive rave pony was hardly a patient mare.  She stood up and smacked the door a few more times, turning around and bucking it once with her back legs to make completely sure that she wasn’t getting ignored.  The door cracked along its boards as her hooves connected, and she smiled to herself contentedly as she sat once more onto the grass.  That aughta’ do it.  Sure enough, the sounds of something shifting inside the house seeped out from the cracks in the door.  Here comes somepony now!  Putting on her most innocent of smiles, Vinyl put on the look of a perfectly calm and patient pony who didn’t just try to buck down the door.  Her grin widened mischievously as her ears picked up the faintest of grumbles coming from behind the door, whose doorknob rattled as the pony opened it.

The door slowly swung into the library, revealing a circular room lined with books of all sorts of thickness.  Often she had thought about checking out a book on raves and parties, but she didn’t want to be thought of as an egghead.  She practically shuddered at the thought of the rave pony reading.  It was something that she just didn’t do.  However, there was no pony behind the door.  There was a purple-and-green, slightly disgruntled dragon.

“What is it Vinyl?  You need a book on something?  I never tho-.”  Her hoof smacked into his mouth and cut off his next words as she hissed into his face.

“Hush!  I’m not here for a book!  I’m here to talk to Twilight!”

“Hmm?  Wmt dm ynm-,”  He shoved her hoof away and wiped his mouth.  “What do you need Twilight for?  A rave partner or something?  I remember that she said no parties for me or her anymore.”  His voice trailed off, as if he was thinking of some way to get out of the ‘no parties’ rule.  “But I’m sure I could be your party partner?  Would ya let me?”  The childish eagerness was plain on the young dragon’s voice.

She shook her head quickly, holding up a hoof as he made to object.  “I’m not here about that, I wanted to talk to Twilight about something!”  She looked at him sternly, at least as sternly as you could when you were wearing dark-purple sunglasses.  “Do yah know where she’s at?”  The dragon huffed angrily and pointed out to the market.  “Thanks.  I’ll have to get back to you on that ‘party dragon’ idea.  Fire sounds pretty fun actually.  Dangerous…but fun.”  She flashed a smile at the dragon, the dejected and angry look on the purple face changing to return the smile eagerly.  “See ya around.”  She turned away and galloped towards the market, seeking out any sign of the lavender mare.