Title:           Norman and Vinyl Chapter 4
Author:          AsexualPansexual
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First Edit:      Saturday 3rd of August 2013 05:50:45 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 3rd of August 2013 05:50:45 AM CDT

>you wonder who her friend is
>you and Vinyl walk out into the parking lot
>its 7:20 right now, and starting to get dark out
>a sleek black sedan pulls up in front of the two of you
>the driver's window rolls down, and you see a gray skinned lady with long hair parted to the side
>"There you are Vinyl, I was waiting for you."
>"Sorry for keeping you Tavi."
>"Please don't call me that in the presence of company."
>"Okay Octo."
>the gray skinned lady has a calm demeanor despite Vinyl purposely provoking her
>the ways she talks, her tone is very refined
>you both get in the car, and you notice her clothes are classy as well
>she shifts the car into drive, and leaves the parking lot
>"I'm Octavia, in case you were wondering." she says, eyes on the road
"I'm Norman."
>"Yeah, Octavia is a really good cello player Norman."
>now that Vinyl mentions it, you do remember at some of the music performances at school
>in the orchestra, there was one particular cello solo that left the audience in silent awe
>"Oh, I'm not really that great."
>"Stop being so modest Tavi. You're amazing!"
>"I'd prefer you not call me that Vinyl."
"Hey so were you at the dance, Octavia?"
>"I was at the dance, but I did not participate in the dancing."
"Why not?"
>"Well I am not much of a dancer myself. Besides, I was mainly there to listen to Vinyl's music."
>you arrive at the street on which Pinkie's house is
>the block is lined with cars from the other students
>you can hear music being blasted from the house
>"Sounds like the party has already started."
>"Man, Pinkie and her parties. She must really put in a lot of effort for these."
>she does, because she's a party animal
>Octavia seems somewhat reluctant to leave the car
>"I would rather not attend this party Vinyl. You can give me a call and I will pick you up later."
>"Yeah sure thing Octavia."
>Vinyl opens the car door and leaves
"Thanks for the ride Octavia."
>"It was nice meeting you Norman."
"You too."
>you open the door and exit the car as well
>Octavia rolls down her window
>"Oh, and Norman."
"Yes?"
>"Watch out for Vinyl for me. Make sure nothing bad happens to her."
"Don't worry, I'll keep her safe."
>"Thank you."
>she smiles at you and drives off
>well aren't you feeling a bit chivalrous tonight
>Octavia told you to watch for Vinyl, and Vinyl's a good friend of yours
>you open the door to Pinkie's house and greeted by her
>"HINORMANGLADYOUCANMAKEIT!"
>she is really hyped right now
"Hey Pink."
>she then dashes off to another room
>you look around  and see a lot of people with plastic cups
>you take a quick peek into an unattended cup and see the liquid inside isn't clear
>is that beer?
>you navigate yourself to the kitchen to find a steel keg
>now it's a party
>you pour yourself a cup of the magic fluid
>you look around to see if you know anybody here
>you don't see any of Pinkie's friends
>or Brad and his groupies
>where did Vinyl go
>you search around the house, the music gets slower and quiet
>you notice people becoming more laid back
>must be the alcohol kicking in already
>you go upstairs and search some of the rooms
>you open the upstairs bathroom and see Pinkie Pie with a bag of white powder
>"OH HEY NORMAN. I GOT THIS BAG OF MAGIC SUGAR AN-"
>you shut the door before she can finish
>maybe Pinkie parties a little too hard
>you open another room, this time with a queen sized double bed
>you see Vinyl with a half empty bottle of Grey Goose
>"Oh hey Norman."
>her speech is a bit slurred, she's already intoxicated
>"Why don't you take lie down with me?"
>your answer would be no if you were sober
>but just one cup of beer has already loosened your inhibitions
>she grabs your wrist, and pulls you down to the bed with her
>you are face to face with her, only inches apart
>her glasses are moved up on her forehead
>you can see her beautiful brilliant eyes
>she smiles at you while placing her arms around your shoulders
>"Norman, you're such a nice guy."
>her voice is soft and sweet
>she places her hand on the back of your head
>she pulls you in and kisses you
>she closes her eyes, and you do as well
>the passionate kiss feels like it lasted for hours
>she backs her head away and you both look into each others eyes
>"I really like you Norman."
"her hand slides from your shoulder down to your waist
>she leans in by your ear and whispers
"A lot"
>she grabs your jeans zippers and pulls down your fly
>oh shit
>with what little sense you have remaining, you extend your arms out and hug Vinyl
>the hug was forceful enoguh to stop her advances, but she wraps her arms around you as well
>you are locked in this embrace with her, the heat between you building
"I like you too Vinyl."
>you hear snoring, she fell asleep while in your arms
>you smile as you look at the sleeping DJ
>you stroke her hair while she is still in your arms
 
>be Vinyl
>you had a weird dream, where you and Norman were making out
>damn you have the worst headache ever
>you open your eyes and see Norman's slumbering face in front of you
>you then notice that he has his arms around you
>ohwhatthefuck
>you jump out of bed, no longer in his grasp
>Norman just rolls over, he's probably out cold
>you look at Norman and see he is still in his dance clothes
>you look down at your own body and confirm that you are still wearing clothes
>so he didn't try anything funny on me
>I was probably piss drunk, and he could have taken full advantage of me
>but instead we ended up hugging
>what a nice guy
>you walk to the slumbering Norman, and give him a peck on his cheek
"Thank you" you whisper
>you pull out your phone and call Octavia
>"Vinyl! I was worried when you didn't call last night. What happened?"
"Oh you know, Pinkie and her wild parties. When I woke up, I was sleeping next to Norman."
>"He didn't try anything perverted on you, did he?"
>Octavia sounds angry
"No, and he could've. I don't even remember last night. All I know is that we both had our clothes on, and Norman was hugging me for some reason."
>"Well all right then. I'm coming to pick you up."
"Thanks Tavi."