Scratched Twice

Octavia’s blissful isolation was short live as somepony brainlessly smashed into her booths table. The pony in question happen to be young grey stallion with a slivery blue mane, wearing black shades. It seemed that his incident with the table didn’t deter him from picking himself up and turning towards her.

“Hi there pretty filly, haven’t see you here before …Hic. I’m Neon Lights, how bout you join me for a drink and a dance …hic. My treat, he slurred as her uncomfortably leaned into Octavia’s bubble.

“No thank you, now please leave me, I’m… waiting on friend," she said starting to feel uncomfortable as he lean even closer. His drunken state clearly had no ability to take a hint. She could smell the alcohol on hot his breath, why did he have to keep on leaning closer?

“Please… just leave me… alone,” she said weakly.

“Ahh ….hic, come on, give me a chance, “his voice starting to get aggressive.

“Please just leave...”

“COME ON! , How hard is it for just one dance you…”

“HEY DIP SHIT! ,” somepony yelled breaking tension for now. Both Octavia and Neon Lights turn their heads sideways to find a white mare wearing violet shaded glasses with the electric blue mane was staring down at them. The DJ PON-3 aka Vinyl Scratch.

Regaining what little composure Neon Lights had he mouth back, “buck off, this is none of yer buss… hic ness.”

“It’s gonna be if you don’t leave the mare alone. She clearly told you, she’s not interested so leave her alone,” Vinyl Scratch said as she began approach toward them.

Octavia could only sit there with her mouth a gap at what was happening. Her heroine and the brute were starring daggers at each other. Both showed signs that neither would back down till one conceded in defeat or this could possibly end in a violent confrontation.

With an angry snort Neon Lights looked to Octavia then to DJ PON-3 and scoffed, “so this is… hic the friend you were waiting for. Ha I see now, well then…hic have fun filly fooling,” and started his leave, but not without giving Vinyl a hard shoved.

“Keep moving before I kick your bucking flank,” she responded sharply to the shoved while her eyes followed him till he was officially out of the nightclub.

Soon after another stallion approach them, but he was clearly was a bouncer of the club due to his stoic posture and nametag pinned to his black shirt. The faded yellow stallion with a grey mane approached the DJ and started a hushed conversation. He nodded to her and left in the direction that Neon lights had just left in.

“So are you okay?” asked a concern Vinyl Scratch.

Looking up to her savor, all she could do at moment was nod and mouth thank you shakily.Smiling Vinyl Scratch sitted herself in same spot, were at one point Beauty Brass had been. Looking directly into Octavia’s eyes through her shades, Vinyl took Octavia’s hoof in a comforting gesture and began her attempt at a comforting speech.

“Listen, the clubs not always like this, normally our bouncer’s deal with dumb shit like this before it gets out hand. I’m really, really sorry that you had night ruined. If there’s any way that I can make this up to you, please just ask,” she finished. With that done she leaned back into the booth giving Octavia her trademark grin before shockingly realizing something.

“Oh, that reminds me, I never introduced myself. Hi there, I’m Vinyl Scratch or DJ PON-3 when I’m working,” she said as extended her hoof.

“…I’m Octavia,” she replied returning the hoof shake.

“Cool, so Octy what brought you here to the Celestial Lounge? Here to booze it up or were yah gonna just chill with friends? ”asked the DJ.

“Please don’t called me Octy, it’s Octavia and I was dragged here by a friend who wanted celebrate my birthday here,” she answered the DJ, as well taking a quick glance back to the dancing ponies, where the hay was Beauty Brass?

“Wow…., that sucks that your birthday was buck up by that colt…, hey wait I know!”

Vinyl Scratch then gestured for waitress who took her order and soon return with at tray full of shot glasses filled with a magenta colored liquid. Octavia looked skeptical, but Vinyl assured her that shots were part of a birthday tradition at the lounge and that they were her gift to make up for the night.

Looking down at the shots, then back to the grinning Vinyl Scratch, “Why the hay not”, she thought. After all that’d happen so far, the DJ seemed to be somepony she could trust. She made up mind; she’d drink with her new friend.

Together they toasted, “To new friends,” and Vinyl Scratch quickly added, “Happy birthday Tavi,” and downed the first of several rounds.