Scratched Twice

Waking up was turning out to be quite the challenge this morning. Also add a splitting headache and a throbbing ache in the lower back was making it one of those mornings not worth trying. Rolling awkwardly into a sitting position, Octavia’s first attempt at opening her eyes was met with morning light that stung painfully, that brought a light headiness that made her double over in agony. Taking more a cautious approach, she took her time let her bloodshot eyes to adjust before taking in unknown surroundings.

This was certainly was not her flat, the walls were standard white and by looks of it she was in den area. The futon she lying on was oddly comfortable, but not something she’d ever consider purchasing. Taking in the scenery of the unknown apartment was making her regret ever agreeing sharing shots with that white pony.

Groaning and clutching her stomach, (who was giving a painful reminder of the previous night’s events). She felt the contents of her stomach rise into her throat and with just enough reaction time; she managed to start heaving away from futon. Slouching on the edge she gasped in horror at where her sick landed. The floor would’ve been embarrassing, but at least she could’ve cleaned it up as an apologetic gesture. Unfortunately, fate was taking a more humiliating route. Sprawled out adjacent to the futon laid a pony, who she only recently befriended.

Vinyl Scratch, nursing her own hangover was awakening to the strangest sensation of something warm trickling down her back. Grumbling as she picked herself up, reaching behind her head, her hoof came in contact with some kind of gooey substance. Grimacing at realization of what it most likely was. Vinyl Scratch was briefly distracted as she took in her surroundings before noticing she wasn’t alone in her apartment. As she craned her head, she became eye locked with pair striking amethyst eyes.

“Uhh, good morning” she said to break the tension.

“I... I….I’m… sor”

“Umm do you mind if I shower first? This is kinda gross, “Vinyl interrupted Octavia as she also pointed to her back.

Octavia nodded shyly, doing her best to hide her embarrassment at situation, but failing miserably. She watched the DJ trot off to where she assumed the washroom was. Soon she heard the sound water running. Clutching her head in a sad attempt at hiding her shame she mumbled, “Could this day get any worse?”

The sound of running water stopped and the click of door opening revealed a fresh, puke free Vinyl Scratch. Cracking her back in between a sigh of refresh content, she turned her attention back to her guest to be again locked with Octavia’s anxious amethyst eyes. It didn’t seem possible; Octavia’s pelt was only slightly ruffled, her mane maintained its shape and yet she preserved her classy composure along with that cute pink bowtie, despite a previous night of unruly fun. Perfection: a pony that reminded flawless no matter what.

Coughing to regain her composure Vinyl Scratch said,” your welcome to use the shower and don’t worry, I clean after myself”.

“Thanks, but I’d rather wait till I get home, “Octavia answered weakly.

“Guess I better be a good host and call you a cab then?” Vinyl Scratch suggested while nervously rubbing the back of her head.

“That would be greatly appreciated” reply Octavia.

Making her way to the intercom by her kitchen, an incoherent conversing took place. Finished with machine Vinyl turned back to Octavia.

” So... it’s gonna about fifteen minutes before were beeped when your cabs here. Wanna have a coffee while we wait?” she asked.

Siting at a small table, Octavia patiently waited while watching the white pony use her magic to move cups among other things, as she made their drinks. Plucking up her courage she began a proper apology as Vinyl set their drinks down.

“Listen…I’m really sorry about vomiting on you.”

“Don’t worry about it, dumb shit happens,” giving Octavia one of her cocky grins, “besides it not like you did that on purpose, and if anything, it’ll make a good story for later.”

Vinyl Scratch was certainly an odd pony. Very few ponies probably wouldn’t have handled it as well and for that Octavia was grateful for Vinyl’s easygoing persona. Sipping at her coffee Octavia couldn’t help but wonder where certain piece of the DJ’s apparel was; as she got a good view of somepony’s ruby colored eyes.

“Vinyl, weren’t you wearing sunglasses earlier?”

Vinyl replied with shrugged that suggested she didn’t know, care or that were a lost cause long gone.

“What’s wrong Otcy, my eyes giving you the willies,” Vinyl teased playfully, although hoping that wasn’t true. Last thing she needed was another pony giving her odd looks or becoming scared of her just because of unique eye color.

Fortunately her concerns were cast away when Octavia said, “No, but the black eye worries me.”

Black eye? , looking into back of the spoon she was using for her own coffee, she did indeed have black eye. Lightly prodding it to confirm its existence, hoping that however she got it would not bite her in flank later.

Looking at Octavia she asked concern, “We didn’t get into a fight, right?”

“I don’t think so,” said Octavia as she look herself over, glad she didn’t seem to be sporting any kind blemish that suggested hooligan behavior.

Their thoughts interrupted by a faint buzzing that Vinyl Scratch immediately recognized as her apartment’s intercom. She quickly responded and said to Octavia in her best impression of a butler, “your cabs her, my lady”, opening door with pearly white sheen of magic while curtsying. Rolling her eyes at Vinyl Scratch’s childish antics she preceded out ready to leave this awkward morning behind her.