The Club Wars

"And how would this help you and your club?"  Discord asked as he was posing for a sculptor.

"People with class like to see artwork,"  Octavia explained.  "Whether abstract or something within the grasp of our own reality."

"I suppose I can see people enjoying abstract pieces, such as something that everyone needs to see to say that their life is complete."  Discord said, a grin on his face.

"You used to consider chaos art,"  Octavia pointed out.  "Chaos can create certain images that really trigger emotions in most ponies."

"But in a world like this, where harmony and peace is a constant must, there is no room for chaos, thus no room for me to exist."

Octavia pondered this simple thought and stared at Discord.  She realized that just because he was chaotic in a world where harmony was the only thing that had a right to exist, she had something that would make the club unique.  Vinyl had chaos, but Octavia had controlled chaos.  While Octavia used Discord's chaotic, mixed up body, to her advantage.  But the point he had brought up was valid.  He was the very spirit of chaos and disorder, two things Octavia never knew how to control because she never encountered it.

"Are you quite done staring at me now?"  Discord said, slightly scooting away.

"Yes, you are free to go now, Discord."

Discord got up and left Octavia's cottage.  Octavia put the sculpture of Discord on display in the middle of her club.

"This club's in business."  Octavia whispered proudly.