Taming Strange. Or: How I learned to stop worrying and make love in public

Vinyl felt bad. She felt really really bad. She felt so bad she couldn't sleep. Vinyl felt so bad she had to find something to do just so she could stop feeling this bad. She fell back on her tried and true tactic. She went to get drunk.

The DJ had a multiple show contract with Mad Mares to play three shows a week so she was welcome there anytime. She was halfway through a bottle of Applejack Daniels and was cursing a blue streak. "AND I FUCKIN DIDN'T FUCKIN ASK WHERE THE FUCKIN SHOW FUCKIN WAS. AAAAAAAAAAHHA HA HA." Her head hit the bar. She muttered in a depressed voice. "I wan mah classy bitch."

"Awww Vinyl caught feels." Neon lights chuckled to himself.

" 'S worse bro!" Vinyl slurred "This bitch's got me all fucked up. I'm in loooove!" She took another swig. The assembled ponies were in shock. This was the baddest bitch in Canterlot saying she was all tripped up about one piece of tail. They'd believe she'd give up dubstep before she'd stick to one pony.

Our big blue friend started his shift during Vinyl's rant. "Sheeit 'ts not even 6 and PON-3's already fucked up." He chuckled to himself.

"FUCK YOU ROY!" she barked petulantly. She took another big swig of apple whiskey.

"What she cock block ya or somethin?" He made the mistake of asking. The assembled ponies all made the cut it off gesture of pulling a hoof across their necks when Vinyl inhaled to tell her tale of woe again.

"Eeeeeeah" she whined. "I just want my classy biiiitch!" She actually started to tear up in frustration.

"Chill PON-3! Why don't you just go see her?" The hulking earth pony asked.

Vinyl put on her best sarcastic accent. "Oh yeah why don't I just waltz right up to her and sweep her off her hooves. Then we'll take off into the sky and live happily ever after. Oh wait just one teeny tiny little issue. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE FUCK SHE IS!"

Royal Blue's eyebrow raised. "Dudn't she live like, right there. In that house she ran into the other night? The one." He opened the fire escape and pointed at the small converted house. "Literally right there?"

Vinyl felt dumb. Like really dumb. She had even watched her go all the way to the house then heard the door slam. She didn't have time to care though as she had a classy bitch to go see. "Roy! You're a good pony. I don't know when. I don't know how. But Imma get you a week in Prance." She picked up her saddlebag and started towards the fire escape.

Royal Blue put on his best Pinkie Pie impression. "Ooooh ho ho Holy Shit. You have no idea. In Maresailles they got this."

"Don't care!" Vinyl called over her shoulder as the fire escape slammed behind her.

Royal Blue muttered something unkind under his breath then turned to the remaining ponies. "So anyway in Maresailles they got this festival." The assembled ponies let out a collective groan.

Vinyl trotted quickly across the double highway that separated the Canterlot entertainment district from the Royal Canterlot Orchestral Conservatory. She trotted up to the door and was about to knock when a thought occurred to her. "Wait I don't know how many ponies live here or if she's even home. Fuck it, it can't hurt to ask."

She was about to knock when she heard excited chatter from the other side of the door. Chatter that sounded oddly familiar. She put her ear to the door. The voice grew periodically louder and softer as if the speaker was moving about the room.

"-Ed eyes of hers." That was Octavia, Vinyl knew. She grinned at hearing her voice again.

"So THAT'S why we were able to hear it!" Somepony Vinyl didn't recognize asked.

"Yes! Two of the same spell cancel each other out apparently. But anyway she put a bubble around the booth and she shouted 'Hey buddy fuck you!' At a pony!" Vinyl heard laughter. She grinned at the memory. "Then we talked and.-" Octavia's voice gained a certain cheerful quality. "Apparently she really REALLY likes the language of Prançe."

Vinyl blushed. "Shut the fuck up Octavia! Damn!" She whispered to herself.

"Anyway we almost made a scene so we paid and." Octavia went silent for a moment. Vinyl pressed her ear harder to the door. "And then I kissed her." Octavia almost whispered.

Vinyl heard a squeal from inside that caused her to have to remove her ear from the door. Somepony said just on the other side of the door. "Looks like our little Octavia's in love."

Vinyl was grinning ear to ear, when something was said that rocked her world to its core. "I. I am." Octavia said almost whispering "I love her." She said a little louder. "Celestia help me, I'M IN LOVE!" Octavia was shouting now. Vinyl felt tears on her muzzle. She wiped them off hard, momma didn't raise no bitch. She decided now was a good a time as any but the conversation resumed.

This time a male voice. "So when will you see her again?" This was huge. Vinyl listened hard, desperate not to miss this next piece of crucial information.

"Oh she's coming to see me perform at the Fillyharmonic tomo-." Octavia trailed off. Vinyl pressed her ear as hard as she could to the door trying to figure out why she stopped. She instantly regretted it as a scream threatened to burst her ear drum. "I FORGOT TO TELL HER WHEN IT WAS. NO NO NO NO NO! I HAVE TO FIND HER!"

This could not have gone better if she'd planned it. Vinyl heard running hoofsteps coming towards the door. It flew open and Octavia was looking the other way, calling something to her roommates. She turned and saw nothing but those red eyes she loved so much, and felt a mare's mouth against hers.

Octavia stumbled back in shock and got a full view of the pony she had been desperate to find. She was standing there, sunglasses on top of her head, red eyes shining, grinning with that cocky smile Octavia loved to kiss. The shock to the poor pony was cruel. "Vi~" was as far as she got before the floor rose up to meet her.

Nopony could move from shock so the DJ popped off. "Sup. Name's PON-3"