Title:           Calming Melody [RGRE] [Oneshot?]
Author:          CoolKids
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First Edit:      Sunday 3rd of July 2016 01:45:13 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Sunday 3rd of July 2016 01:46:42 AM CDT

>You sit at the edge of the large room, music blaring and a drink in hoof
>You're not in the mood for a party right now
>Wait, no, scratch that- You're NEVER in the mood for a party
>Bucking Vinyl
>Always dragging you out to her performances and leaving you stranded with strangers
>You COULD be at home, practicing, but nooo, she really wants you to "get out there, mare" and "pound some cute colts"
>You mentally scoff at the second statement
>As if
>You knew the drill
>Opening yourself up to stallions would just make it all the harder when they eventually leave you
>Like they always do
>You love Vinyl like a sis (no homo), but the two of you hold conflicting views on many things
>Like how she leaves things all over the house, insisting that it helps her remember
>Ugh
>The various noises within the complex is starting to make your head throb, and you decide to step out and take a breather in the back
>You swing open the door, and the temperature instantly drops 10 degrees
>You were planning to step back in before you saw him
>At least, you assume it's a he
>A lanky biped rests against the club wall
>Cider cans, both opened and untouched, litter around him
>Dressed in a huge hoodie, there's a sort of tired glaze in his eyes
>Well, tired would be a poor way to describe it
>It's less tired in the stressed, sleepless way; it's more in a comfy sense- just looking at his expression kind of makes you drowsy, and you feel that this is probably his expression 24/7
>"Mmn," his sudden shift startles you, "the sky looks pretty tonight, doesn't it?"
>Definitely a colt, judging by his pitch
>He opens his mouth and attempts to stifle a yawn, but he fails miserably, and you use all of your willpower to not yawn along with him
>Finishing his stretch, he turns his attention to you
>Is he waiting for a response?
>You take a good look at the vast blackness above you
>It's a full moon, and stars fill up the surrounding, collecting themselves on the dark canvas
"Yeah, I guess."
>"So." he grabs a new cider and a...pen? "What brings you out here?"
"Just wanted some fresh air. I can't han-"
>"Hold on a sec."
>He tilts the can, and stabs a hole in it with the pen
>He then proceeds to flip it right side up and pop the tab, chugging down the contents through the previously-made orifice
>You watch in awe as the downs everything in one go, eyes shut in concentration
>Upon finishing, he chucks the canister back into the tin minefield it came from
>"Ahh. Oh, sorry. Please continue."
"...You drank all of these?" You point to the mess of cans, and you notice that there's the same puncture marks in many of the used ones
>He shrugs, "Eh. I'm a big guy. This is pretty much nothing...Weren't you going to say something?"
"Huh? Oh, right. I was saying that I can't handle all that ruckus in there."
>He hums in agreement
>"Same. I'm pretty wrung out today, but Pinkie really wanted me to come." He raises his forelimbs and makes some peppy gesture, "Oh my Celestia!" He changes his tone to a falsetto mocking of sompony you assume to be Pinkie, "Nonny you have to come to my bestestest party ever I've even- yeah you get the gist. I mean, the DJ's pretty cute, but that's about it."
>Of BUCKING course he like Vinyl; colts slobber over her like she's the greatest thing ever
>He seems to notice your scowl, "Um, is there something wrong?"
>You sigh
>Might as well get over with it now
"Vinyl's my friend. Roomate, in fact."
>"..."
>Aaand here's the part where you become his stepping stool to her
>Every time
>Just use poor little Octavia as a-
>"Mmn, that's pretty cool."
"...What?"
>"What. Did you expect something else?"
>You did, actually
"Well, I-"
>A sudden breeze brushes you, and you shiver in response
>"It's pretty cold, isn't it?"
"Y-Yeah."
>He giggles at your answer, "Here," he tugs at the collar of his hoodie
>Is he?
"You telling me to get in that?"
>"Eh, why not. Better than you freezing out here."
>He IS
>Well, you weren't one for declining a stallion's offer
[spoiler]>You're totally not telling yourself that to put behind the fact that you're just a desperate virgin[/spoiler]
>You trot up to him and slowly shimmy inside
>Snuggle up against him, everything becomes much, MUCH cozier
>Like, ten times cozier
>Normally, you'd shy away from any contact with colts
>But there's something about this one
>It's this natural aura he has: able to calm anypony around him
>You can feel his breaths, his chest heaving, his heartbeat: slow and steady, fitting for something as big as he is
>What is he, anyways?
>You chuckle at that thought
>"What's so funny?"
"Nothing. Maybe it's just the fact that I'm snuggled up against a random stallion with his consent at the moment. Behind a bar, no less!"
>"Mmn," he yawns for the second time you've met him this evening, and this time, he didn't hold back," sounds scandalous, buuut I can live with that."
"Yeah," you yawn along with him, "I can too. Imagine the face of whoever's gonna find us tomorrow morning."
>He buries his head into your mane, nuzzling it, "Let them."
>You hear his voice dip, drifting into slumber, and you quickly follow suit, dozing off with him
>You haven't felt this relaxed since you were a filly