The Club Wars

Octavia was smiling the entire way back to her small beige cottage, knowing she'd gotten something crucial to the plan of beating Vinyl's simple club into the pulp she thought it should've been.  She'd bought....... multiple pieces of small cheesecakes.  The ultimate plan!  She'd run Vinyl out of her little charade that she called a club by promising both small fancy cakes and a dinner show.  How perfect!

Except for, Vinyl had liquor.  And Octavia knew that everypony that loved music most of the time loved liquor.  She looked up at the blue sky and muttered a slight curse, then proceeded back to her little piece of heaven.  Think, Tavia, think!  Octavia was constantly in thought, waiting for something to come to her.  But, it normally took her about..... 2 days, 9 hours, 11 minutes and four shots of a highly caffeinated beverage.  But today, she'd thought of something that would help her think: Albert Breach.

Vinyl pulled out her transporter and set the destination to The Moon, 2077.  With a quick flip of the switch of the strange, circular device, she was crossing the time plane, and, well, breaking all general laws of physics.  Octavia landed in mid-space on the moon, not questioning why she could breathe and why gravity was normal.  Al had probably built some sort of bio-dome surrounding his home.

"Boy, you better get off my property!"  Al stormed out of his house with Burp Gun in hand.

Octavia sighed.  "Do we really have to do this every time, Al?"

"Yes, and we shall lick the cupcakes twice as hard."

I also forgot to mention that Mr. Breach was a little....... crazier than Loose Screws on multiple doses of weed, crack, and possibly some form of rocket fuel.  Then again, if she actually did all of those things, that would explain a lot about her.

"I need your help."  Octavia found herself in the uncomfortable position of asking someone that belonged in the nuthouse.

"Well, let me ask Cuddles and Steve really fast."  Al was human, which is important that you know...... probably should've explained this earlier.

Octavia started to get impatient, and it'd only been 5 minutes.  She started tapping her hoof, then nodding her head, then she just randomly started dancing.  Because why not?

"Tavia, what the hell are you doing?"  Al was staring, eyes wide in confusion.

Octavia blushed and readjusted herself.  "I was..... practicing dancing for Steve."

"Would you like her to dance for you Steve?"  Steve was a giant roach, no, I'm serious.  He also had Cuddles, a giant dragon creature, and Jerry, a zombie.

Steve gave a little flutter of his wings.

"Stop showing her your ass!"  Al shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I believe all he was doing was confirming he enjoyed my dance."  Octavia rolled her eyes at Al.

Steve gave another flutter of his wings.

"Tavia saved you, Steve, but if you do that again I swear..."  Al scolded.

Then Steve did something unexpected.  He started attacking Al.  As if he were saying, "You know what?  You wanna be a jerk, your gonna get attacked."  Steve must've been taking lessons from Vinyl, they both used bottles that used to hold alcohol in them.  How can a roach hold a beer bottle?  Why don't you ask him?

Al ended up passing out from shock when Steve attacked him.  Steve tossed Octavia a vodka bottle as if he wanted her to take it to someone.

"Um, sure Steve."  Octavia wasn't about to question Steve after the current events.

Octavia flipped the switch on her transporter and landed back into her cozy home, fireplace on and everything.  Then, out of nowhere, Pinkie kicked in the door and took the vodka from Octavia.  Pinkie started chugging the vodka, for a few seconds, and then a few more seconds.

"That's impossible...."  Octavia was staring, obviously surprised at this ponies ability to drink alcohol.

Pinkie kept chugging until there was nothing left.  Then Octavia slowly backed away from Pinkie, waiting for her to either explode, or vomit everywhere.  Instead, Pinkie just politely asked if Octavia had anything else to drink.  Octavia said no and Pinkie was on her merry little way, not even showing the negative effects of drinking that much alcohol.

Octavia recovered her composure and returned to her thinking room, pondering a way to defeat Vinyl in this competition.

"Well, I could make it more lively by making more chaos,"  Octavia reasoned.  "But chaos is really reserved for three people: Al, Vinyl and the early Discord."

Ace suddenly kicked the door to Tavia's work area and dropped off a large package.

"You know what?  I am sick and tired of that polite goody-goody in my *expletive* room!"  Ace ranted.  "That *expletive* is your problem now."

Octavia was rather confused over two things.  One:  Why did Ace flip his crap like that?  Two:  Why were there censors over some of his harsher words?  Answer to number one:  The nicer Discord.  Answer to number two:  You live in a world were ponies roam around and teach morals to others.  I have to make this some-what tame.

The new Discord popped out of his encasing, stretching out his limbs and making Octavia's ideas spark to life.  The very sight of what was supposed to be the spirit of chaos had somehow sparked inspiration inside of her mind.  Octavia herself never thought herself to be the most creative pony out there, but she knew she was one of them who had the best grasp of reality when making her controlled and whimsical artworks.  Suddenly, the recent relocation of rights of her recent melody didn't seem so major.