Scratchen

A/N/ Some of this chapter is co written by Zack1006 also check out his story. Also check out this person shes pretty chill and cause I think she's cool Im goen to promote her story. Thanks for being cool and letting me use your OC Vinetion. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Have a fantastic day.

“This guy, he’s pretty cool. Hard to understand sometimes but he has some of the best whiskey in the area.” Vinyl said as she used her magic to open the door for Bon Bon. As Bon Bon walked through Vinyl took a long look at her flank. Vinyl continued to walk in with a smug grin on her face.

“Oi! Who’s these two fine lasses walken into my pub?” Said a burly brown earth pony stallion with a jet black mane and a glass of some brew on his flank. He had a build that would rival Big Mac. As the two mares walked into the pub, Bon Bon headed straight for the bar, but stopped suddenly. Vinyl, who was googling on Bon Bon’s flank, didn’t acknowledge the bartender and ran right into Bon Bon’s flank. Vinyl looked up to see why she was abruptly halted. She didn’t mind how she was stopped since it was a nice semi squishy flank of a really nice looking mare. While Vinyl was ogling over the mare in front of her, a stallion about the same height as Vinyl stood in front of Bon Bon with a smug grin on his face. The stallion had a burgundy mane, a same colored tail with a gold streak through it, and a blood red coat. In Vinyl’s daydream over Bon Bon, Vinyl missed what was said at first. She quickly tuned into the conversation. Was it Vinyl, or did the bar get a little warmer?

“Well well well, what do we have here? Two fine ladies in need of some company.” The mysterious stallion said with a confidant air around him. He wore a smug grin. Which, to Vinyl, reminded her of a pimp.

“Yeah, and who are you?” Vinyl asked in an annoyed manner.

The stallion baulked, not expecting such a sharp reply. “Ow! Such harshness! Is it really needed? For a gentle stallion as my self.”

“Ya Vinyl. No need to be rude.” Added Bon Bon.

Vinyl let out a snort. She recognized this guy, but can’t put her hoof on where she saw him before. Vinyl went down the long mental list of everypony she knew, but still couldn’t remember this one. So she gave in. “Fine.” But she would keep an eye on this guy.

“Great then, you wouldn't mind me sitting with you.” He took a seat on Bon Bon’s side.

“What?! No. This is a mare’s night out. Also, we don’t even know who you are.” Vinyl didn’t want anypony coming in between her and her eye candy.

“Why not, Vinyl? He seems like a nice stallion.” Bon Bon said with a look that made Vinyl’s heart skip a beat.

Vinyl let out a sigh. “Fine.” With that the stallion walks Bon Bon to a booth. Vinyl follows, not liking where this is going. The three then fell into conversation. Vinyl started to ease up on the guy. “humm maybe he’s not so bad after all.” Apparently his name was Flare or something like that; Vinyl wasn’t paying attention. Then Bon Bon excused herself to the mare’s room. Then, out of nowhere, Flare or whatever his name was looked Vinyl in the eye and said “Why are you here?”

Vinyl was taken back by the sudden question. “What do you mean? I was having a mare’s night out with a friend.”

“Oh, is that all? Or are you trying to get her into your fillyfooling ways?” He said in disgust. He emphasised ‘fillyfooling’ like it was the death pony himself.

“Who the buck are you callin’ a fillyfooler?!” Vinyl was annoyed and slightly irritated with this stallion’s change of tone.

“You heard me Scratch.”

“Scratch? How the buck did you know my last name? I never told you that! Who are you?”

The stallion lets out a small smile. He knew his cover was blown. This mare might remember him, she might not. It had been almost a year since he was back at this vary bar with this very same mare. He tried to get her in bed, but she wouldn’t have it. She then blow him off entirely. Her reasoning was that she wasn’t interested in stallions. This made him mad and almost got thrown out of the bar by the massive hunk of meat that is called a stallion behind the bar.

Then Vinyl’s face contorted in recognition. “You.” Vinyl said, her voice dripping with poison. “Are you trying to get her in bed to?”

“What if I am?” The stallion said with almost as much malice. The temperature in the room rose, making quite a few ponies sweat from the heat.

“If you think I will stand by and let that happen then you are wrong.”

“Oh really. Well, that’s all fine and dandy but here’s the thing: you wont be here when I make my move.” Vinyl saw a spark ignite in the stallion’s eyes.

Vinyl stared at him questioningly. “What the buck do you mean by that?” By this time the bartender had walked over.

“Oi! Is ther’ a problem here?” He asked.

“YES!” Vinyl and the stallion replied in unison. The temperature in the bar rose even more, as if it reacted to this stallion’s anger.

The bartender just stared at the two. “So what be the problem?”

Before Vinyl could reply, the stallion was quick with his silver tongue. “This mare was interrupting my marefriend’s and my night.”

The bartender raised his eyebrow questioningly. He had seen the two mares walk in together, not with this stallion.

“And my apologies for the confusion, good sir. This mare was just bringing my date here. It’s about time she left.”

Vinyl was red with fury. “Your marefriend?! That’s bull honkey and you know it!” At this point the whole bar was staring as the scene unfolded. The bartender needed to end this now.

“Vinyl will you come to the bar with me?” He asked politely.

“NO! I will not leave Bon Bon with this sniveling jackass!”

“Vinyl that wasn’t a suggestion.” Vinyl stared at this offensive jackmule of a stallion. “Now Vinyl.”

Vinyl finally gave in and slid out of the booth, following the bartender. “Oh an Vinyl, the name is Fire!” Fire called out with a smile at his victory. Suddenly the room’s temperature dropped in sync with Fire’s decreasing anger, which then degenerated into pure happiness. He was on the road to a good night (hopefully).

----at the bar---

“So what’s going on Vinyl?” The bartender says as he grabs a mug skillfully with his hooves and fills it with one of his special malts and lets it slide to Vinyl, who catches it in her telekinesis and takes a heavy swig. Vinyl always likes the malts that Shamrock made.

“It’s that same mule that tried to get me in bed around a year ago.” She said in annoyance.

“I see.” said Shamrock, giving Fire a hard look. He dislikes any stallion who tries to push his friends around. Especially this mare; she’s been through a whole lot of crap in her life. By this time Bon Bon had returned to the booth Fire was sitting at. Shamrock just kept an eye on the booth.

-------Back at the booth-------

“Hey Fire, where’s Vinyl?” Bon Bon asked.

“Oh she had to leave. Something about pie, I don’t know.”

Bon Bon looked at him sceptically. Something was up and she knew it. “Oh really? That’s strange, cause it was her that wanted to come here in the first place.”

“Well, you know how things can come up at the most unexpected times,” Fire said with a seductive smile.

Bon Bon, still not sure weather to believe Fire or not, took her seat opposite of him. “Ok soo...” there was an awkward silence between the two.

“Mind if I get you a drink?” Fire said, breaking the silence.

“Well I’m pretty sure that’s what I came for.” Bon Bon replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Wait one second; I’ll get us something.” Fire smiled and trotted over to the bar.

Bon Bon is still sceptical as to why Vinyl left.

------The bar------

Damn! This one’s gettin’ hard to get! Fire thought. Maybe if I came on a bit differently... Damn Vinyl for ruining my night!
“Hello, sir. May I get two Autumn malts please?” Fire said once he reached the bar.

Shamrock looked over from one of his customers and acknowledged Fire. Shamrock then grabbed two tall glasses and filled them with the requested alcoholic beverage and slid it skillfully to Fire.

Fire caught the glasses with his hooves, and tossed a couple of bits towards Shamrock. Fire then skillfully slid the glasses onto his back and trotted over to Bon Bon, catching the attention of a few ponies.

“Your drink, madam.” Fire said in his best Manehatten accent and slid one of the drinks onto the table. He then proceeded to sit in the booth and drink his malt. Fire’s skill in high-class waiter skills impressed many ponies, including Bon Bon. Fire only grinned. Smooth, Fire. Smooth. He thought to himself.

“Wow! That was impressive Fire! Where did you learn to do that? I need to learn that for my shop.”

Fire smirked inwardly. Hook, line, and sink. This was going good. “Well, I’ve lived in many places with my friend, and she taught me the mannerisms of the highest class ponies in where ever we were at the time. She taught me that while we were in Manehatten. My friend and I, we were travelers of Equestria.

“Impressive.” Bon Bon said, entirely intrigued. “So what do you do for a living, Fire?”

“Mostly, I travel. Now that my friend and I don’t live together anymore, I’m free to journey to where ever I please. Except for Cloudsdale, that is.” Fire flashed his bare, wingless back. “What about you? You seem like the candy store type of pony, like that Pinkie Pie dame I met a few days ago.”

Bon Bon didn’t like that Fire just traveled. There was no security in that- no way of life. For her at least. “I see. Did Pinkie Pie throw you a party? Also, why haven’t you settled down?”

“Sure, isn’t she the party pony? Pinkie throws everypony a party. And I haven’t settled down yet because I’ve yet to find somepony that can get me to Cloudsdale, then I will finally settle down.”

“Cloudsdale, huh. Well just to let you know I have been to Cloudsdale thanks to Pinke Pie and Twilight. Also aren’t you worried about your financial security?”

“Well I’m good with finance. I keep this caravan with me where ever I go, and it’s got all I need in there. I got very rich very fast in life, and I’m pretty much set for life. As for Cloudsdale, well of course Pinkie helped you there, that pony can bend the laws of ponyphysics! But you said something about Twilight?”

“Yes, Twilight is Princess Celestia’s private student. So that means she Is really good with magic and can grant you temporary cloud walking abilities. Also how did you get rich so quickly?”

“Now there’s a back story that’s pretty long. Sure you want to hear it?”

“I just lost interest.”

“Ouch. How’s that?”

“The word long is not in my language right now.” Damn I wish Vinyl was here right now Bon Bon thought to herself.

“Ok, so long story short. There was this evil pony named Darkly Ravage that had control over this small island that’s a few month’s worth journey away from Equestria. And to answer your question, I found it by traveling overseas, something I’m not going to do again. So anyways, I fought him, defeated him, and apparently he had a life’s worth of bits in his tower, so I took them. You wonder how I defeated him?”

Bon Bon had lost interest about where names a pony something savage. And towards the end when Fire asked her a question she missed it. “What.” She perked up a bit to see if he would repeat the question.

“Okay, I see that you’ve lost interest, so I’m gonna try something different. Do you like fire? Not me Fire, but flames and stuff. Or do you fear it?”

Bon Bon looked at him and replies sarcastically “I cook with fire. So no I don’t fear it.”

Fire got out of his seat. “What about bonfires? The really huge ones? You fear them?” Fire began to develop a slow grin on his face.

“No.”

Fire’s grin widened and a spark ignited in his eyes. “Then watch this.” Fire instantly went up in flames, his mane and tail erupted with fire. The entire bar marveled at the burning pony, but nopony seemed to notice how extraordinarily hot it’d gotten.

Bon Bon looked annoyed. She hated ponies trying to show off in a non competition setting. She was more down to earth and humble. Looking around she noticed Vinyl sulking in the corner. She got up and walked over to her. Then Bon Bon noticed Shamrock with a bucket walking towards the fire pony showing off and dumped it on his head. “I think you should cool yer hot head.” Said Shamrock as he walked away.

Fire hung his head. Some ponies were hard to get too, others weren’t. Apparently Bon Bon was very hard to get. That, and Vinyl bucked up his night badly. Fire, steaming from the water, slowly trotted out of the bar. Bon Bon had said something about Twilight helping him. Maybe he’d go visit her.

After that little episode, Bon Bon had rejoined with Vinyl for their mare’s night off. Bon Bon even got to know Shamrock first hand. Both mares talked and drank the night away. Eventually the two mares head to Bon Bon’s home. Vinyl, in her current state, could not make it to her own home. She crashes on Bon Bon’s couch in the wee hours of the morning.

Also Happy birthday to Dark lightning