Title:           Vinyl Small Scene
Author:          blbircapo
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/32Y6W5VS
First Edit:      Tuesday 17th of March 2015 12:16:09 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Tuesday 17th of March 2015 12:23:57 AM CDT

>There's a soft yet still audible 'click' as the door closes.
>The fake and oversized gold star slightly taps against the wood that it was nailed to, hanging by a single thread.
>You turn away from your earlier vigil and do your best to appear uninterested in whoever had come in.
>There's a few slow hoof steps before they suddenly stop.
>"Oh you came crawling back now did ya?"
>The cocky voice fills the room with the spry tone of a young mare.
>"Yeah, whatever. Your music is shit anyways." You retort in the best scathing voice that you could possibly manage.
>You cringe internally at just how much of a dick you sound like.
>You cringe again as you realize just how much of a dick you actually are.
>There’s a sigh as the mare set’s down a pair of red glasses against the top of a simple table.
>With a pop she uncorks a bottle of wine and skips all pretense of pouring it into a glass.
>*glug, glug, glug* ‘Ahhh~’
>… She just managed to down half of that entire bottle without missing a single beat …
>Gluing your eyes to the page of a book you had picked up in your haste to seem casual, there is a slight pull to your left as she crawls on top of the blankets.
>You feel the pressure of her muzzle in your side as she curls up against you.
>”Did anyone even show to listen to that crap?” You ask mockingly.
>Why did you say such horrid things?
>”Did anyone love you as a child?” She replies with no hesitation.
>Why was your relationship with this pony so fucked up?
>”Enough to have good taste in music. Maybe if you played something a little less trashy your career here would actually take off.”
>’THWACK’
>That earned you a slap across the cheek.
>You’re stunned for moment before you regain your train of thought and recover.
>And you’re not stopping there either.
>”And maybe if you actually were good enough Cadance would have hired you for the wedding, or your shows would actually sell ou- mmfmfm”
>You’re cut off as two hooves are placed against your cheeks, and you’re pulled into a deep kiss.
>Her lips are soft and supple, and soon enough your eyes droop closed as time around you becomes irrelevant.
>With a gasp for air, she finally breaks the kiss and returns to her tightly curled ball.
>…
>”I hate you.” You do your best to say this factually.
>”You know you wub me.”
>With a groan you peer over the edge of your book, the one that you had been rereading a single page of for hours now, not being able to sit still or think straight as a piece of your life had felt like it was missing.
>The soft glow of the overhead lamp bathes the picture before you in a sepia tone.
>Cuddled in the small space of your left side lay a pure white pony with light blue hair. Her hoof was laid over the front of her face, covering her tiny nose.
>Her chest could be seen to move in a calm rhythm if one were to study it close enough.
>Her eyes were shut, forming half crescents.
>You watched her for a while, knowing full well that she had fallen asleep the second she had broken the kiss.
>…
>”Maybe.”