Scratched Twice

The air was musky with the smell all kinds of alcohol and the sweat of ponies dancing to the rhythmic beats. Offensive sound thundered making one pony cringed as she followed her friend into the Celestial Lounge. A light baby blue earth pony settled herself into a booth and watch with an amused smirk as her friend settled herself across from her.

"Octavia, lighten up. After all it is your birthday and it'd do you some good to have fun," said Beauty Brass in her first attempt to get Octavia to loosen up on their marefriends night out.

"Beauty Brass of all the places you had to choose, you choose this horrendous nightclub filled with all of Canterlot’s low class ruffians, “snapped Octavia.

Beauty Brass couldn’t help but grin, to see Octavia to out of her element was hilarious. The proud, dignified mare’s unease at the prospect to having fun would certainly make this night interesting. As a waitress came and took their order Beauty Brass prepared herself for most changeling task ever: getting Octavia to have fun.

Their drinks came and Beauty Brass sip at hers respectfully, Octavia however look at her unsure.

"Come now Octy, it’s not that bad. Not as classy as the wines at high society events, but its tastes nice and it’ll get you tipsy soon enough."

Octavia glared at her friend, and then skeptically took a snip. With a sigh she grumbled "Don’t call me Octy."

Smiling, Beauty Brass check off step one in her mind, get Octavia to start loosening up even if it meant she'd have to get Octavia drunk first. The third round downed, it looked like Beauty’s plan was starting to take its effect on Octavia. The pony look more relaxed on her side of booth and could it be; a leg bobbing to the beat. Snickering internally, remembering the grey mares opinion on the clubs choice in music as a vulgar, untalented, blasphemous excuse to be called music.

Looking over her shoulder, Beauty Brass saw the haggle of all colored ponies dancing, then like a lightning bolt to her brain an idea pop into her brain. Step two: time to get the inebriated Octavia to do some fun activities.

With a cough to catch Octavia’s attention, Beauty Brass asked, “So…up for any club actives...like umm dancing” she nodded suggestively towards the dance floor.

Snapping up from her drink, Octavia took a quick glance at the dance floor then back at Beauty Brass before answering, “Absolutely not, I agreed to go out for few drinks out of respect for you because your my colleague and friend, but I draw the line at anything that could in anyway could tarnish my reputation.”

A lost cause as it ever was. Beauty Brass would have try harder later on, but the temptation to have fun herself was calling her towards the dance floor. With one last glance at her friend and “fine then” she trotted off to add her baby blue blur to the colorful mesh on the dance crazed floor.

Grumbling and rolling her eyes, at the uncouth display of the dancing ponies. Her boredom began to make her eyes wander, taking in what little could be seen in the dark nightclub. She could not make out Beauty Brass in the rainbow mesh of ponies, but what caught her attention the source of the irritating noise. The club’s DJ blasting her horrid music and shouting.

“Everypony in the house tonight, let’s keep this party rock ‘in with next the set,” said in sing song voice by a violet, sunglasses wearing white mare with eclectic blue streak hair. Then she followed with, “unfortunately my little ponies, I gotta take a break, but in my steed I give you DJ Colt Fiend .So until my joyous return, Peace out.“ Giving the crowd the ponies of version of thumbs up as the strange mare disappear into darkness behind the stage.