Wireless Connection

Octavia found herself unable to move, locked in place for fear of her legs giving out. She still needed to talk to Vinyl, both to tell her how she felt and to tell her where the music had gone. But neither could she shout to her, nor walk over with her legs in this state.

The cello track was from one of Vinyl's shows, a recording generously provided by Thunder and Lightning while they were on tour. As she'd been under the influence of the plug that night, her playing was very intense, and that made the vibrations for the plug right now that much more powerful and intense.

As the tune went silent for a moment, she took a few steps forward. She didn't make it very far, though, as she was halted by her own pizzicato. Followed swiftly by her own bowing, she was almost brought down to her knees by her own performance.

"Is she going to be okay?" asked one of the partygoers.

"Yeah, she's fine," nodded Vinyl, just glancing at Octavia. "She has a very strong emotional attachment to this particular piece."

"Why does she like this song so much?"

"Piece," corrected Vinyl. "You sing a song. You play a piece. As for why, I'm not entirely sure, as I didn't ask, but I know for a fact that she loves this piece, and it's been growing on me for the last two months. You can ask her yourself, she's right there, and it's rude to talk about her when she's in the room."

As Vinyl went further away to inspect the cables running from her table to the speakers on the wall, the mare that had asked about her approached. It was a slow section of the piece, so Octavia was at least able to put on a brave face.

"So, you know the DJ?"

Octavia nodded. "Her n-name's Vinyl."

"Vinyl. Good name." She nodded as she took a step closer, wrapping her hoof around Octavia's trembling and sweaty shoulders. "Listen," she whispered. "Is she seein' anypony right now? She's kinda hot, and I wouldn't mind sliding into bed with that, if you know what I mean..."

"She is v-v-very at-t-ttractive," muttered Octavia, trying to squeeze her loins closed. "I c-can even conf-f-firm that she's... g-good in bed."

"Awesome. Thanks for your input." Slapping Octavia's back, she walked over to Vinyl. "Hey, I like your stuff."

"Thanks," smiled Vinyl. "I like your work, too. My house is so much more comfortable now that we have an air conditioner. I have no idea how it works, it's just a magic box that makes my house more comfortable. Rock on, HVAC Repair Services!"

"Yeah. So hey, you wanna pop on back to my place after this?"

"Nah, I'm gonna head home and go to bed with my marefriend. But thanks for the offer."

"Oh, come on, she'll never find out. I'm good at keeping my mouth shut."

Vinyl bounced her head from side to side. "I feel like she'd find out pretty quickly, actually. If I left with you, she'd know before I even came home. Besides, I'm not that type of mare. No judgement to you, I'm just not going to cheat on my lover. And I mean that; I'm not just saying it because she's looking right at us and can hear every word I say."

Octavia knew she was telling the truth. Once, a few months back, Vinyl had come to her in tears because she'd been drinking at a party, and had gone home with two other mares and woken up between them. Octavia had forgiven her, of course, but she knew that Vinyl cared a lot about her own integrity. It wasn't about being caught, it was because she felt bad about doing something she knew was wrong. She was bigger than that.

As the manager was now becoming involved in trying to figure out what went wrong with the sound system, she approached Vinyl. "It occurs to me that, while the rest of the speakers are old ones, connected with cables, the new subwoofer didn't have a wire running to it. It came out of the box with a fibreoptic cable and a bluetooth connection, rather than the metal connector we used to use. Could somepony have stepped on the fibreoptic cable?"

"Let me look," answered Vinyl, checking the input. "Nothing." She checked the output, as well. "Nothing here, either. Meaning either something broke in the system, or it wasn't being used at all."

The manager came over and checked the computer. "It says that there is a subwoofer bluetooth connection, but I don't think this is ours. I think it's a secondary device with the same ID number."

Vinyl took a good look at the name of the device, and her face turned bright red as she looked up at Octavia, shivering and trying to maintain her composure, and it all clicked into place in her head. Immediately, she turned it down all the way, letting Octavia rest. The finale had taken everything out of her.

She whispered something to the manager, then pulled a chair up onto the stage. "Fillies and gentlecolts, we've found out what went wrong with the sound system, and we'll have it fixed in just a moment."

She rushed up to Octavia, and, using her magic to propel her hooves, whispered into her ear, "Sorry. That must have been agonizing."

"Y-you..." Octavia gasped. "I need to..."

"You need to sit down before anypony realises what's going on," finished Vinyl. As they moved behind the stage where nopony could see them, Vinyl reached back and turned off the plug before helping Octavia into her seat.

"Connected," called out the subwoofer, earning a round of applause around the room as Vinyl returned to the stage.

"Now that we've fixed that little problem, how about I bring it right on back home?"

Applause and cheering answered back.

"Here's a little ditty I wrote while listening to my dishwasher!"

The connection and volume now restored, Vinyl started her track, a piece even Octavia had come to find interesting, and started leading the crowd to bounce around once again. She needed to both create an entertaining environment for her clients, and to give Octavia a moment to rest. She'd had quite the explosive reaction, judging by how soaked the chair was.