Chapter 7 Monetary Mumbo-jumbo
>You are Vinyl.
>And you feel like a million bits!
>You were still wrapped in Anon’s arms, but this didn’t bother you in the least.
>You slowly work your way out of his grasp, careful to not awaken him.
>It took you a few minutes to extradite yourself, but you get out with a little effort.
>You make your way to the restroom and give yourself some much needed relief.
>Using Anon’s toilet was difficult, but you didn’t want to walk downstairs looking as you were right now.
>You hop in the shower and clean yourself up.
>Using the shower was easier than the toilet, but still a little awkward.
>Last night’s fun left you caked in all kinds of unmentionable bodily fluids, and going out now was not a smart idea.
>It took you a solid 15 min. before your coat looked like it normally did, a pretty, pristine white!
>You get out and use a towel from a towel rack to dry yourself off.
>You can hear movement outside the door… guess Anon’s up!
>You open the door with a touch of magic and see Anon was waiting for you to be finished with the bathroom.
>”Well looks like you figured out how to use my shower!”
>The smirk that once made you angry now seemed endearing as you saw it now.
“Well I figured it probably would not be good for me to walk out looking like I left an orgy!”
>Admittedly, Anon didn’t look any better than you did.
>His face was caked with your love juice and his crotch, which you probably stared at for far too long, was in no better condition.
>He reeked of B.O. and sex.
>This only served to turn you on.
>You look him in the eyes and give him the look.
>Bedroom eyes never fails!
>”Vinyl, we have to go over the money we made from last night and divvy it up, we don’t have time for that right now!”
>Well… it doesn’t usually fail.
“Fine, I was looking forward to getting paid anyway.”
>He looks at you and gives you a sultry stare of his own.
>”I didn’t say no… I said not right now. Let’s take a raincheck for later.”
>Your mind was already there right now… Celestia, you were perverted!
>You nod and let him by and you make your way for the kitchen to make yourself a little spring salad for breakfast.
>You could always eat a tasty salad!
 
>You are Anon.
>And Goddamn was last night fun!
>You had turned down Vinyl for round two, saying there was no time…
>In reality it was because your dick was still hurting from the profound fucking you went through last night.
>It was the best time you ever had, bar none.
>It blew your second best experience away by a landfall!
>You were gonna need a little time to let your piece recuperate after a night like that.
>You take a quick piss and hit the showers.
>The hot water is successful in cleaning off your horribly stained body.
>You take a moment and just enjoy the water hitting you.
>After about 10 min. you hop out and dry off with your backup towel, since Vinyl used your main one.
>You head into your bedroom and get dressed in your usual fair and make your way to the kitchen for a quick bite.
>You see Vinyl standing on her back hooves, working on a salad.
>You hit the fridge and grab the milk.
>After grabbing a bowl, a spoon, and your favorite cereal, Captain Colts, you dump the milk in and start shoveling it in.
>Vinyl laughs at you and magicks the milk back into the fridge.
>She sits opposite of you, which must have been kinda awkward for her, sitting upright like that, and begins eating her salad.
The two of you exchange a little small talk while eating and when you are done, get up and make for the door.
>It was time to see just what kind of day it was going to be.
>It was either going to be an amazing day where everyone wins, or a terrible day where everyone loses something that means a lot to them.
 
>You are Vinyl.
>And you are psyched!
>It was time to go over the take from last night.
>You were no expert, but you would say last night was very successful.
>You knew there was a cover charge at the door and of course people were eating and drinking all night.
>Considering the fact that the club was filled to absolute capacity last night, you were betting on a big payout.
>The two of you head downstairs and into his office behind the bar.
>It was modest and filled with booze and paperwork… two things you didn’t think mixed well.
>The floor manager, Chet, was already here and had a smile on his face… a good sign.
>”Morning boss, good night eh?”
>You didn’t know if he was talking about his time with you, or the night in general, but Anon seemed to get it.
>”Oh yeah… real good night.”
>The two of them look to you and you give them a smile that could only have been described as, “terrifying”.
>They quickly avert their gaze, but continue to do their little man-thing.
>After a minuet of eyebrow wiggling and snickering had gone by you were ready to hit them with your soundboard.
>Anon looked at you, saw the rage building, and quickly asked, “So, anyway… what was the take last night?”
>Chet’s smile quickly faded and the room took on a chilly tone.
>You could see Anon start to sweat as he repeated, “Chet… what was our take?”
>The pegasus pulls an invoice from his saddlebags and passes it to Anon.
>He snatches it and starts reading the figures.
>”I had no idea the debt had grown so large so quickly!” He said.
>Chet replied, “I know, none of us did. We earned just enough to get them all paid off and all our guys paid up.”
“Wait… go over that again for me.”
>Chet looks at you sadly, “Your performance was amazing, but we have no extra spending money. Every bit we earned last night has been spent getting our debts taken care of. We only have enough left over coin to pay you and Anon.”
>Anon shakes his head, “No, I won’t be paid while my club is so close to bankruptcy.”
>Chet nods, like he knew that’s what Anon would say ahead of time.
>”Well if that’s what you want to do, we can use the extra 75 bits to buy some more food for the kitchen, I heard they are running low on some of their stuff.”
>”Do it, as long as we are so close to tanking, I can’t accept a single bit.”
>Chet turned to you with a bag help out, “Here is your cut from last night.”
>You took it with your levitation and stowed it away.
“How much did I earn?”
>You figured it was best to know ahead of time, before you decided what you would do with it.
>”We always pay our DJ’s and live performers well, you got 90 bits there.”
>90 bits was an incredible pay, you could live off of that for a good while.
>You were a little worried about Anon, but you would help where ever you could.
“I wish you two good luck, I have some things I need to take care of for today before tonight.”
>Anon nods and looks back to the invoice, probably trying to find some money loopholes to exploit.
>”Have a good day Ms. Scratch, see you tonight.”
“Just call me Vinyl, Chet.”
>”Ha, sure thing Vinyl!”
>”Vinyl, come by for lunch if you have the chance, I wanna talk about some… stuff.”
>Anon was not very good at disguising what was obviously an offer for a second romp in the sheets and Chet was picking up on that as well as you were.
>You leave the room, hearing Chet chuckling behind you as you closed the door.
>You head back up to the apartment and grab your new shades from where you left them last night.
>Anon had a really good pair of glasses made for you!
>They were stylish and the purple tint on them was really good looking.
>For the first time, you gave them more than a cursory look at.
>They were black banded and you could see writing on the inside of the glasses.
>There was gold text wrapping around the edge of the glass.
>It read, “For Vinyl, the Red-Eyed Mare”
>That Anon… a subtle kind of guy.
>But you could not deny his kindness one bit.
>After all, he stopped and listened to you music, hired you for a job out of the blue, gave you a place to stay, listened to your problems, tried to fix said problems, and ended up becoming your first major love interest instead of just a fling.
>Anon was a nice guy, and you wanted to be there for him during his time of need.
>It was obvious that things were not going as well for the club as he had been led to believe.
>Time to do a little creative advertising.
>You go down stairs and look for a special item you had come up with.
>The Portable Turntables.
>You had been working on them for a while and they had made you some good money for a while there towards the end of your stay in Ponyville.
>They were a set of turntables, speakers, and a magic-to-electricity crossover built in.
>You found it with the rest of your other equipment in storage.
>After packing it up you head over to a park Anon had told you about…
>It was time for a daylight dance.
>You arrive at the park and see it packed with ponies enjoying the nice day.
>You go to the middle and start setting up.
>By the time you are done with putting everything together, you notice you had garnered a quite a bit of attention.
>There was about 40 ponies just milling around you, waiting for the music that was going to come.
>You start using your magic to charge the magic-to-electricity’s battery and you see everypony stomping their hooves in anticipation.
>This was going to be a daylight dance to remember!
>You toss your open saddlebags in front of your setup for tips and switch on the setup.
>Feedback crackles out of the speakers as you get everything calibrated and you pull the first song out and get it ready.
>Before you get started though, you address the crowd.
“Hey everypony, I’m DJ-PON3, and I’m here to add some spice to a bland day!”
>This seems to draw everypony in even more as others from nearby stop to listen to the pony on the microphone.
>You picked a favorite from last night to see if any in the crowd knew who you were.
> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hzExWz7KP5M)
>Almost immediately around 10 ponies were cheering.
>You love repeat offenders, they made your life so easy.
>You called people who listened to your music multiple times repeat offenders.
>Because they would become hooked on your music and would keep coming back for more.
>The amount of repeat offender in Ponyville was pathetic, but here you had a chance!
>You worked the table and cranked the beat like a professionally trained DJ.
>Soon the whole crowd was dancing to the wicked beat.
>You sit back and enjoy the beat after a little while, you wanted to save your energy for the last song you were going to play.
>The entire gathering was loving this, time for the switch up.
>The next song was by a band called One Direction from Anon’s home, he said they were not very good, but you really liked this song.
>Something about the way it sounded made you feel really good.
> (www.youtube.com/watch?v=vG2piMjhIVY)
>You let the crowd listen to the song for a moment, and allow the lyrics to sink in.
>You pump the volume as the buildup begins and let the chorus blow them away.
>You can tell that the lyrics aren’t over their heads as you see a few ponies’ pair up and continue their dancing.
>You are happy that you can share this experience with them, and happy that they genuinely like it.
>You let the song run through and switch it over to a song you had thought playing last night, but decided against.
> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B8UeeIAJ0a0)
>Anon had said it was from a band named The Goo Goo Dolls, whatever that meant.
>But regardless of the name of the band, you could not deny how awesome it was.
>When the song starts, the crowd stops dancing for a moment until the lyrics start.
>The colt singing had a honeyed voice and a perfect portrayal of emotion.
>It took every bit of self-control to not sing along, and it was worth it, the crowd was eating this up.
>Almost every couple was rocking out and everypony else was mixing it up with each other.
>You had to admit, even you didn’t think it was going to go so well…
>Let’s see if you keep it up with the next song.
> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P4Gy55hecns)
>It was a bit somber at the beginning, but it quickly gets hyped up and the beat quickly gets the crowd grooving.
>You had to admit, you were a little worried when you picked this song…
>It was different than any other son you had played before, but it seemed like the everypony was received it quite well!
>The slow bass and pervasive tones helped keep the crowd dancing during the lull and when the song picked back up, they danced all the harder.
>You decided that the last two songs you were going to do would be dubstep.
>You wanted to prove you knew your craft, and technically you were a dubstep artist… even though you could appreciate all kinds of music.
> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SEhCgFyOmO4)
>The bass on this one ripped its way out of the speakers and disseminated into the crowd.
>It was so upbeat, everypony just had to dance even harder, and you had noticed that a larger crowd was forming.
>The next song had to be your last… while it was nice to have fans, having this many ponies around you with no protection at all was dangerous.
>It was why you put up with bouncers in the first place.
>You jam out to the music, letting the cyclical beat calm you in preparation for the next song which would get everyone hyped.
>It was time… (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YbgJ9mokZo8)
>You had played it last night and it got a great reception, time to see if it did as well today.
>As the song began with its slow intro, ponies had an interested look on their faces.
>It all changed as it got into full swing.
>Once the track got going, the crowd shifted and a few started breakdancing.
>You use all of you talents to give this song the best chance it could get to blow away the ponies in attendance.
>It seemed like it was going well, until they wanted you to come down and dance with them.
>You could hear them cheering, and you could never resist your fans.
>You set the song to repeat the last minuet a few times and enter the crowd.
>It instantly become a giant mosh pit of awesome.
>You had to admit, you had never had this much fun dancing in the morning.
>Than it all went sideways…
>A pony next to you accidentally kicked you in the shin while he was busting a move.
>You went down and took a blow to the horn, causing you to go ridged and hit the dirt.
>What proceeded next was 2.5 minutes of blows to the body.
>If it had been a rave or a rock concert, they probably would have been told to constantly check the ground for fallen ponies in need of help.
>But this crowd had probably never been to such a place and you got badly injured.
>By the time the music had stopped, your body felt like it was a mess of broken bones and bad irony.
>The party pony gets partied to death… by Celestia what a way to go.
>You heard screams as the ponies around you realized their mistake and by the time you finally passed out, they were already screaming for a paramedic.
>Sadly, you were not conscious when they arrived so they could tell Anon.