I threw back another glass of cider, nodding my head in time to the beats that were pounding behind me. The barstallion knew I was a bit too young to be drinking- anypony could tell I was only fifteen- but he kept sliding a fresh glass my way when I asked.

The barstallion slid something at me and I was about to down it when I realized that it wasn't cider.

"I didn't order this," I said over the noise. "I've been gettin' nothing but cider."

"It's from him." The stallion nodded his head towards the end of the bar. A unicorn stallion with round shades looked over towards me. He lowered his glasses, revealing bright blue eyes, and winked. At first, he looked like a total dork. He was wearing a stupid black shirt and a white tie. He was either white or blue- I couldn't tell with all the flashing lights- and his mane was cut in the choppy style that most stallions wore.

I must have stared too long because he left his seat and plopped down next to me. He was blue, not white, and he smelled like cider.

"How old are you?" he asked.

"Fifteen," I replied. "Why?"

"Club Canterlot ain't supposed to sell to anypony under eighteen," the stallion said with a smirk.

"My dad owns the joint."

"Get outta here, you ain't Rec's kid." The stallion raised his glasses magically so they rested on his horn. I stuck out my hoof and smirked.

"Vinyl Scratch, flesh and blood daughter of Record Scratch."

"Neon Lights, weekend DJ down at Buck It." The unicorn bumped his hoof against mine.

"Why are you here if you work at Buck It?"

"Rec offered me a job for when I finish school," Lights replied. "I'm a sophpony in high school, but after that Imight go to that Canterlot Music Academy place, and then I'll work here."

"How old areyou?" I asked in surprise. At first glance, Lights looked to be nearly nineteen.

"Sixteen, but I just turned. You're a sophpony too though, right? How come I haven't seen you at school?"

"I'm actually a freshpony," I admitted. "I uh...sorta failed the eighth grade, so I didn't get to high school until this year." Lights nodded, and I wished he would take off his glasses. I had a feeling he was looking me up and down.

"Where's your coltfriend?" he asked suddenly. "And why'd he let you just come up to the bar alone?"

"You tell me." I shrugged, not caring to explain that I had never had a coltfriend before in my life. Lights chuckled and I downed the drink he had ordered for me. It was pretty weak stuff, but it tasted amazing. Lights slammed a few bits on the counter and the barstallion replaced them with another drink. I levitated it and poured its contents down my throat.

~XoXo~

I stumbled after Lights as he fumbled to flip the lights on. When he finally managed, I squinted at the brightness.

"Here." Lights slammed a pair of sunglasses onto my face and everything was covered in a light purple haze. "Those suit you."

"Thanks," I giggled. I collapsed onto something soft and Lights lay beside me, running his hoof though my mane, across my shoulder, down my side, along my flank...

"You're pretty hot, Scratch," Lights said softly. I stiffened, unsure of how to respond. My brain was fuzzy and it couldn't tell me what was happening. I didn't know what I was doing, but my mouth said:

"You're pretty hot yourself, Lights." The next thing I did was even stranger. I found myself lips to lips with Lights, our tongues locked in a battle for dominance. I didn't notice that Lights was no longer wearing his stupid shirt. I didn't care that his hooves danced across my body. I didn't feel the slightest bit of worry as he asked if what he was doing- what we were doing- was okay.

~XoXo~

The next morning, I woke to a throbbing in my head and a throbbing between my legs. My eyes forced themselves open and Lights smiled at me.

"You alright, babe?" he asked, levitating the glasses from last night to my face.

"I have to go," I said simply. "Dad is probably pissed- I've never stayed out all night without permission."

"If you gotta go, you gotta go," Lights said sadly. "But I'll look for you at school." My stomach lurched as I thought of Bee Bop, my marefriend, and how I had pretty much made a secret relationship an awkward impossibility. I would have to go public as soon as possible.

"See you around." I dashed from the room, not bothering to say goodbye. It wasn't until I was home that I realized I still wore his sunglasses.

~XoXo~

It had been four years since I slept with Lights, and it still bugged me. Everypony was out getting drunk out of their minds- even Octy was celebrating St. Hooftrick's day- and I was in the dorm with a cider and the TV. I wished I had accepted Octy's offer of her staying home with me, but I just had to let her off with Brassy and Symphony and Concerto so they could get her nice and drunk.

Octy needs to do something to forget about the divorce, I reminded myself. It's good she got out with other friends. It didn't change the fact that I couldn't enjoy my day without thinking about Lights and how he had avoided me for years when Bee told everypony what I was. Sure, we were friends now, but the stupid holiday was still awkward for both of us.

The door swung open, and Octavia tripped into the room. The door slammed as Octy took the couch seat beside me.

"Oh, Vinyl, I wish you had come!" the pretty grey mare hiccuped. "It was so much fun! I missed you though. Club Canterlot can get quite dull with snooty-booties like Symphony!" Octy's bottom lip stuck out in an adorable pout.

"Glad you had fun, Octy." I said with a smile. Octavia looked at me for a second before taking my glasses off.

"You look prettier without them," Octy explained. "Now I can see your beautiful eyes." She hiccuped again and I put a hoof around her shoulders, thinking about the headache she was sure to have tomorrow morning.

"Why didn't you come too?" Octy whined, looking at me with sad eyes.

"I...I don't really like the holiday. Bad memories." I shrugged. "I usually stay home."

"I missed you." Octy hiccuped a third time.

"You need sleep. You're gonna have a hell of a -mmph!" Octy slammed her lips on mine for a brief second, pulling back before I knew what she was doing.

"I had to try something. Sorry," she apologized. "Night, Vinyl." With that, she stumbled into the bedroom, leaving me on the couch slightly confused, but strangely... satisfied.