Octavia released a gentle sigh as she sat down at the small cafe table, the exhaustion in her body causing her undue stress. Symphony and Beauty sat down as well, seemingly as tired as the cellist accompanying them. Still, Octavia managed to flip easily through the menu and select a simple tea and light muffin for their late morning brunch. Beauty smiled over at the cellist, her deep violet eyes twinkling in the bright sunlight.

"Schedule been a little rough on you, Octavia?"

The cellist nodded weakly and leaned slightly backward in her chair, her sore muscles pulsing in protest. Symphony, from her seat beside the cellist, smiled down at her reassuringly.

"I know your schedule's been hectic since you've rejoined the playing circuit-- everyone wants to get their chunk of you while you're still hot. You've played what, nine shows in the past two weeks? Not to mention countless appearances at events, parties... Gee, life must be so hard being sought after."

Octavia absently swatted at the violinist, unconcerned when she failed to connect. Still, she smiled up at her friend before straightening in her chair, tired fingers shifting through her silky black tresses.

"I know. I feel like I haven't had time to catch my breath. And with the Orchestra preparing for a miniature tour before the Violoncelle banquet, I really do not have time to breathe."

Beauty chuckled as she settled the cloth napkin on her lap, hands smoothing the surface out of habit as their waiter carefully set their food and left. She cast her amused gaze on the stressed player and leaned forward to rub the back of her hands in comfort.

"Calm yourself down, Octavia. Your chair with the Orchestra and your section is secured, you're at the top of your game! And besides, we have the Musician's Academy Event tonight, aren't you excited?"

The cellist's mind instantly filtered to their preparations for the evening, her brain making proper calculations for how long it would take to get ready and what still needed to be done. Octavia shook her head and regarded the speaking Symphony.

"I'm sorry, Symphony, what was that?"

"I asked when the last time you had spoken to Concerto was."

Octavia sighed heavily once more and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt a headache beginning to stir behind her eyes. She rubbed hard at the bridge of her nose as she calmed her breathing, causing the pain to momentarily cease its spreading. Looking up, she pinned the violinist with a tired gaze.

"Two days ago. He said he'd happily see me tonight, in the limo."

Symphony beamed softly.

"What a charmer."

Beauty snorted out a laugh after hearing the statement, her face splitting into a large grin. Octavia turned her head and pinned the sousaphone player with an inquisitive stare.

"Beauty, you have no idea how odd a man he is."

"Oh, Parish has told me stories. He's apparently very secure in his macho-ness."

The cellist bowed her head, face pensive. She picked at her muffin, eyes glazing over in thought. Symphony, sensing her friend's current distance, leaned forward.

"Octavia, where's your head?"

Snapping out of her reverie, Octavia flashed an unsure smile at the violinist.

"Wandering. Have you spoken to Vinyl at all today? I know she mentioned something about a fitting. I feel awful that she can't come with us."

The violinist acknowledged before passing her eyes over to the sousaphonist. Already smiling, Beauty bobbed her head as well.

"Scratch is visiting with Rarity to get a new suit made. You know, because she needs another suit to look ridiculously hot in, right, Octavia?"

Octavia playfully tossed a chunk of her muffin at the giggling sousaphone player, her own laughter bubbling out of her chest. Symphony nudged the faintly blushing Octavia, teal eyes sparkling in the light.

"You look pretty hot in a suit, too, Octavia."

Smacking at the violinist, Octavia shook her head and moved to take a sip of her tea.

The two-tone DJ relaxed peacefully against the window frame, the deep violet lenses reflecting the passing scenery as she travelled along quickly. She always marveled at the beauty just outside her favorite city, the striking greens and blues of nature captivating her focus with passionate excitement. The train she rode moved smoothly along the tracks, her journey nearing its end. Eyes fluttering closed, Vinyl sighed happily as the all-too familiar station suddenly peeked around a small group of trees, the excitement in her belly building as she neared the stop. She slid her glasses up to rest in wild bangs, pierced eyebrow lifting as the ruby eyes scanned the people milling about the station. Gathering her bag, she stood before her seat as the train coasted to a stop, allowing her the ease to exit.

Vinyl breathed in deeply as she stepped from the train, eyes blinking closed as she exhaled slowly. Stepping down from the platform, she began the familiar trail across the lavish greenery, the bustling rural town striking her with well-placed nostalgia. A high-pitched squeal caught her attention as she turned slightly, arms suddenly filled with an exuberant pinkette.

"OHMIGOD, VINYL, YOU'RE HERE!!!!"

Sputtering out a breath, Vinyl half-grinned up at the pink-haired partier that currently hugged her tightly, arms and legs around her body in a vice-like grip.

"Hey, Pink. Wanna loosen up?"

Giggling loudly, she released her hold on the DJ's shoulders to pull back and look down into the rarely-seen ruby-hued eyes, smiling only serving to grow wider before she hugged her once more.

"I've missed you!"

Chuckling, Vinyl wrapped her arms around the girl that clung easily to her before continuing on her journey, steps light. Pinkie continued to laugh as Vinyl carried her toward the Boutique, blue eyes closed in uncontainable excitement at finally seeing her DJ. Stopping just outside the door of Rarity's shop, Vinyl tapped the girl and shrugged, skillfully detaching the woman from her torso.

"Go find AJ and Dash for me, and I'll meet you back here in a bit."

Nodding enthusiastically, Pinkie bounced up and placed a small peck on the cheek of her jockey friend before bounding happily away. Shaking her head at the harmony-bearer, Vinyl turned the knob and slid quietly inside the Boutique.

"Welcome to the Carousel-- Vinyl!"

Looking up from her work, the royal-haired designer smiled beautifully before approaching the DJ to wrap her in a hug.

"Hello, gorgeous. You got something nice for me?"

Nodding excitedly, Rarity turned to disappear into one of the many rooms of her Boutique. After a moment, the blue-eyed fashionista returned with a garment bag, eyes twinkling in delight.

"I do hope it's what you were expecting. Get dressed and come back out, I'd like to make absolutely sure it fits just as it should."

Grinning at the woman, Vinyl dipped her head and accepted the bag before placing a grateful peck on her cheek as the door opened, a good-natured chuckle escaping the newcomer at the display.

"Gee, Rare, should I come back and leave y'all alone?"

Turning mischievous eyes to the blonde farmer, Vinyl sneered before ducking around Rarity to disappear inside the dressing area. Rarity laughed sweetly before approaching the package-bearing Applejack and lifted to her toes to place a firm kiss on the blonde's full lips.

"Now, darling, I only have eyes for one girl in this town."

Blushing slightly at the comment, Applejack adjusted her hat and gestured to the package over her shoulder.

"Where you want it, sugarcube?"

"In the back, with the others. Fluttershy and Sweetie will be returning shortly with new rolls of silk for me, as well."

"You got it, darlin'."

Placing a quick kiss on the designer's forehead, Applejack slid passed her and headed toward the back room. Vinyl emerged from the dressing room not a moment later, dressed in a pitch-black performance suit. Animatedly waving her hands, Rarity ushered her to stand on the pedestal, better allowing her to survey her work. Sliding the red-rimmed glasses over her eyes, Rarity circled, focused on the seams and lines, hands lifting every so often as she mumbled to herself.

The door to the boutique opened once more, admitting Fluttershy into the quiet space. Vinyl smirked downward, ruby eyes crinkling at seeing the meek girl.

"Mornin', Shy."

"Hello, Vinyl. Your suit looks wonderful."

Rarity scoffed around the pencil in her mouth, hands on Vinyl, twisting and pushing her this way and that as she looked over the garment. Applejack reemerged from the back to gather the packages from the smiling girl, only to disappear to stow them once more. Sliding the pencil behind her ear, Rarity stood back and nodded, arms crossing.

"What do you think, darling?"

Passing her eyes from the pair, Vinyl focused on the mirror. Eyebrows drawing in thought, she absently reached into her inner pocket and pulled free a small picture. Lovingly smiling down at the old photograph, she shifted her focus back to regard the suit.

"It's literally perfect, Rare. Seriously. Do you have the green to match?"

Grinning kindly, Rarity threaded her arm through Fluttershy's and laughed, sapphire eyes closing in her glee.

"Yes, of course! Fluttershy and Sweetie were in charge of silk. Fluttershy, love, where is my darling little sister?"

Bursting through the door, the Crusaders in tow behind her, Sweetie laughed and bounded up beside Vinyl.

"Right here! We got just what you needed, sis."

Smiling brilliantly, Rarity slid free her arm and clapped loudly. Applejack, who reentered the room, chuckled low, eyes sparkling at the friends in the room.

"You girls stay outta trouble, hear?"

Three heads bobbed before the girls filed out, laughs echoing in their wake. Vinyl slid down from the short pedestal and headed toward the dressing area, only to be stopped by Rarity.

"Wait, before you go..."

She lifted the green silk band in her hand and approached the DJ, standing just before her. Moving her hands, she slid the silk around the neck of the jockey, pale hands steady as she tied the difficult knot in place. Once finished, the designer shifted to smooth the wrinkles on the shoulders before flicking her eyes up to focus on the swirling emotion in the large, red eyes.

"...now look."

Inhaling deeply, Vinyl turned toward the mirror and again looked at the final product, a small smile finding its way to her face as she took in the sight. Applejack and Fluttershy moved in to stand behind the jockey, their eyes igniting with a quiet reverence for the jockey.

"Your mother would be very proud of you, Scratch."

The soft, quiet voice of the pale girl brought Vinyl back into the present, causing her to turn and pin the petite Fluttershy with a thankful look.

"Thanks, Shy."

Shaking off her emotions, she smiled wide before guiding herself around the women to change once more. In her absence, Rarity turned to regard her lover, blue eyes focusing on the bright green of the farmer.

"Applejack, have you seen Rainbow Dash? Surely she should have been here by now. And where're Pinkie and Twilight?"

"Don't worry, Sugarcube, Twilight'll be here in a bit. As for RD, yer guess is as good as mine."

The door creaked open and closed just as quietly, drawing the attention of the trio as they conversed. Vinyl slipped back into the room, hands still pulling down the hem of her shirt as Rainbow bolted through the small group, effectively tackling the off-balance jockey. Scowling at the laughing flyer, Rarity pointed a finger at the door.

"For Heaven's sake, Rainbow! If you're going to rough-house, please, kindly do it elsewhere!"

Laughing evilly from her place atop the groaning jockey, Rainbow cast a snarky look over her shoulder, crimson eyes narrowing mischievously.

"Heh, sorry."

Vinyl bucked upward, tossing the distracted flyer off before scrambling to her feet. Staring wildly down at the laughing athlete, Vinyl snickered.

"Negative two points for being distracted!"

Grinning up at the musician, Rainbow sprung to her feet and walked to stand nose to nose with the smug woman.

"Well, negative fifty for you, Pon, for letting me tackle you!"

"...is this a bad time?"

A confused voice gathered the attention of the small group, all eyes shifting over to Twilight as she stood in the doorway, an excited Pinkie just behind her shoulder. Laughing quietly, Rarity approached the bookish girl and playfully poked at her arm.

"Of course not, dear. We're just getting ready for lunch. Are the both of you ready?"

Nodding, the group moved to stand before filing out of the Boutique, locking up as they left. Rarity led, falling in step with Applejack as they happily chatted, fingers intertwined as they walked. Pinkie and Fluttershy also conversed, the high-pitched pinkette causing the quieter girl to blush at whatever story she happily conveyed. Twilight moved in beside Vinyl, amethyst eyes alight with curiosity. Turning her head to regard the girl, Vinyl grinned at the inquisitive student.

"How's it going, Twi?"

"Well, thank you. The Princess has been sending me so many old books to study! How are you?"

"Ah, I'm all right--"

Rainbow swept in at that moment, hands snatching the purple lenses off the jockey's forehead before bolting ahead to weasel her way between Pinkie and Fluttershy, backwards glance smug as she slid the glasses over her eyes. Vinyl laughed good-naturedly before returning her attention to Twilight.

"Sorry. And I'm all right. Been busy with some gigs, you know."

Twilight nodded, face crinkling in thought. Both looked up at the excited squeal coming from Rarity, intrigued at the cause of the sound. Rarity ushered the girls to sit at the large, outdoor table before happily taking her preferred seat. AJ settled in beside her, followed by Pinkie and Fluttershy, and then Rainbow, before Twilight and Vinyl took their seats as well. Picking up a menu after the waiter offered, Vinyl exhaled happily.

"Man, it's been forever since I've eaten at this cafe. Do they still have those--"

"Sweet potato fries? Hell yes!"

Rainbow and Vinyl moved forward to excitedly bump knuckles. After the waiter took all the orders, the women settled in at the table. Rarity, after finally tearing her eyes away from Applejack, turned her attention to Vinyl.

"So tell me, Vinyl, what's been going on in your life?"

Shrugging, the jockey took a sip of her water before chuckling ruefully.

"Nothing too much. Working. Video games. Oh, I got Octavia to play after somebody scared her out of it."

Pinkie smiled softly and bowed, blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Rainbow, however, focused elsewhere.

"Octavia, huh? You still got a thing for the almighty?"

Scoffing, Vinyl absently waved a hand in the air, though her eyes narrowed at the rainbow-haired prankster.

"Semantics, Dash. I do not have a thing for Octavia."

Applejack chuckled at the words, emerald eyes alight with seasoned understanding.

"C'mon now, V. Be honest."

Pinkie leaned impossibly forward, blue eyes shifty as she whispered dramatically to the jockey.

"Applejack's a spy!"

"Am not, Pinkie."

The two broke into a harmless squabble, ending with a light ruffling of the curly, pink hair. All eyes turned to Vinyl as she casually leaned back in her seat, eyes closed, lips puckered in a whistle. Rarity leaned forward casually, elbows lifting to settle comfortably on the table.

"Now now, girls. If Vinyl doesn't wish to talk about her obvious feelings for Octavia, then she doesn't have to."

Cracking open one eye, Vinyl smirked before folding forward.

"Thanks, Rare. Now seriously, guys, tell me what's been going on in P-ville!"

The large group sat peacefully for a while, stories exchanging with animated efficiency. Pinkie had made a grand re-showing of her Cake debacle, followed by Rainbow explaining her time at the Wonderbolt Academy. The women happily chatted even long after their meal, content to sit in the cool weather and happily relate. Eventually, Dash grew fidgety, effectively ending the tranquil lunch, with promises of moving the party to Twilight's. The bookworm nodded meaningfully, plum-colored eyes crackling with happiness. Vinyl shifted to pull out her wallet, only to be denied by the royal-haired designer.

"Ah-ah, we'll take care of it."

After paying the bill, the squadron of girls headed toward Twilight's library, ample laughs pulsing form the large group of women.

Octavia paced the large area rug in her living room, face twisted in a grand smile. A nervous energy had started to build in her chest at the evening's prospects, causing her to ineffectively remain still. The event was set to begin in less than four hours, and she happily counted down the time as she paced. Finally gathering herself, the cellist headed toward her bedroom to prepare her outfit for the evening, eyes lighting up as she eyed the simple, yet elegant gown as she laid it across the bed. Still fidgeting, Octavia was glad for a distraction as her phone began to ring. Seeing the man's name, she smirked before answering the call.

"Hello, Concerto."

Symphony hummed to herself as she flittered around her apartment, a large grin plastered on her face. She tossed a look to the clock on her wall, eyes glowing as she realized there was less than three hours before the event. Floating across the floor, she approached her fridge and pulled out a bottle of water before taking a long swig, dutifully satisfying her thirst. Her phone began to ring, shattering the peaceful atmosphere of her quiet apartment. Seeing the contact, she happily answered the call.

"Hello, Oct--"

A suppressed sob met her ear, instantly worrying the violinist.

"Octavia, what is it? What's wrong?"

There was a long silence, punctuated every so often by the soft cries of the distraught cellist.

"Concerto... cancelled."

The news was a strong blow to the violinist, her heart instantly reaching out to the hurting musician. A blind anger started to swirl in her stomach as she desperately tried to quell it, afraid of further upsetting her fellow strings player.

"What do you mean he cancelled? The damn thing starts in three hours!"

"He's claiming... claiming an illness. I-I just said okay and hung up..."

"Well, this is not okay, Octavia! What are you going to do??"

"I won't go. I just wanted to call... a-and tell you not to expect me in the limousine tonight. I'm sorry."

"Octa--"

The cellist ended the call, further worrying the lavender-haired player. Cursing under her breath, she tossed her phone on her couch, hands moving up to tangle in her hair as she thought, lips curled inward. Eyes shifting back and forth in thought, she turned on her heel and approached the couch. Face set, she quickly scooped up her phone and flipped through the contacts before dialing, eyebrows drawn in concern.

Vinyl sat curled up on the library floor, bottle of apple cider clasped loosely in her hand. Dash sat just beside her, legs sprawled out before her as both women watched Pinkie desperately try to act out her clue. Applejack, with her stopwatch, looked humorously on as the pink-haired sweet lover continued to hop wildly before Fluttershy calmly voiced the answer.

"Chicken Noodle Soup?"

With a loud squeal, Pinkie slapped her hands together and pointed at the now-blushing Fluttershy, wide grin splitting her face. Bounding over to sit next to her partner, Pinkie threw a casual arm around the quiet girl as they both chuckled. Rarity cleared her throat and stood, eyes flickering to look at the score keeper before she picked around the hat for her clue. A heavy bass beat suddenly distracted her attention, bright sapphire eyes sliding over to look at Vinyl. Fumbling with the phone, she flashed a quick, apologetic smile and took the call.

"Scratch."

"Vinyl, I need you to come back to Canterlot."

"What, why?"

"Concerto cancelled on Octavia."

Vinyl felt her stomach drop at the news before her pulse quickened, causing her to spring to her feet.

"Shit, that's like. Three hours away! The train comes... I don't know if I can make it on time!"

"Come on, Vinyl, you need to get here. I have to go, please just come!"

Hanging up the call, Vinyl was already panicking and frantically searching for her bag. Sensing the abrupt shift, Rarity frowned.

"What is it, what's wrong?"

"Octavia's date cancelled on her for the Academy event tonight..."

A collection of gasps reached her ears, already adding to the building tension in her stomach. Rarity stood and looked before snapping her fingers, eyebrows scrunching in thought.

"Your bag's at my Boutique..."

Cursing colorfully, Vinyl made a quick run for the door. Applejack intercepted quickly, sliding in front of her before she reached the exit.

"You gotta get to the station, the train leaves soon, make sure ya get there in time!"

Tossing her keys, Rarity pinned Applejack with a poignant stare.

"Lock up. Go!"

Nodding, Applejack scrambled out the door and headed toward the Boutique. Following Dash's lead, the group of women left the library and quickly headed toward the train station. Hearing the approaching train, Vinyl forced her legs to pump faster as they ran across town, a frantic panic starting to bubble in her chest. Finally approaching the platform, Vinyl took the steps in one leap, sliding awkwardly on the platform just as the train approached. Turning, her eyes scanned the streets, hoping for Applejack to make it. Finally seeing the streaking blonde, Vinyl sighed sharply before quickly hugging each of her friends.

Applejack hurdled the steps in the same manner, knee buckling as she fell into both Vinyl and Dash. Smiling, the jockey pulled the blonde to her feet and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you for today, guys. Sorry I have to bail so soon."

The group shook their heads in understanding, the many pairs of eyes kindly smiling at the jockey as she stood before the open train doors. Taking another quick moment to hug the group, Vinyl turned and entered the train. Gasping, Dash suddenly jerked forward, effectively stopping the train doors from closing. A train attendant glared at her and huffed loudly, foot tapping. Ignoring the man, Dash slid the glasses off her head and handed them back to the DJ, both sharing a friendly smile. Dash pulled the jockey in close for a minute, smile growing.

"Go take care of your girl, eh?"

Winking, Dash exited the train and saluted smugly, causing Vinyl to laugh out loud at the confident girl. The train jerked forward as Vinyl approached the glass, hand going up in a wave as the train began its journey home. Finding a quiet seat, the jockey flopped down and took out her phone, sending a quick message to the nervous violinist.

'Made the train. Be home soon.'

Symphony responded quickly, thankful for the DJ to be heading back. Rooting through her bag, Vinyl slid out her headphones and player before settling in for the long ride home.

"I know, Symph! The train had a delay, I'm pulling up to my stop now! YES I KNOW THE THING IS LESS THAN TWO HOURS AWAY, I WILL GET US THERE. Did you take care of everything?"

"Of course! I just need you dressed and at Octavia's by 5:45, no later! She needs to get ready!"

"I'll be fine. I'm stopping, call you later!"

Bursting free from the train, the hurried jockey bounded down the steps, keys in hand. Navigating the small parking lot, Vinyl quickly straddled her bike and fired up the engine before peeling out and onto the sparsely populated streets. Making quick work of her journey, Vinyl pulled up outside her building and quickly slid off the machine. Forcing through the doors, she slid into an elevator and slammed her palm into the 4 before stopping to catch her breath. Once the doors open, she was bolting out into the hallway and sprinting down toward her apartment. Threading the key, she slid through the door and into the apartment, shoes already forced off before the door fully clicked shut.

Stripping as she went, the blue-streaked jockey crashed into her bathroom and turned on the water and stepped inside, the still-cold water chilling her skin as she washed. With near blinding speed, Vinyl was finished and stepping out, stopping only to wrap her soaked body in a large towel. Heading out of the bathroom, she hurried to the closet and carefully removed her suit. Her phone, thrown haphazardly onto the floor, started to ring, causing her to bend to answer it.

"What??"

"Are you home yet?"

"Yes, wet and naked. Getting dressed then out, bye."

Tossing the phone back on the bed, Vinyl grabbed another towel and roughly dried the wild hair before shaking her head. Having little time to dry, she quickly toweled off and brushed the wild hair before disassembling her suit. Making sure she was dry enough, she quickly put on her underclothes and socks before sliding into the pants of the form-fitting suit. Adding the black shirt and vest, Vinyl stooped to grab the black dress boots she wore before sliding her feet into the tall boots, hands fumbling to tie the laces. Shooting up once more, Vinyl again took the towel to her hair, violently shaking the towel across her scalp, attempting to dry it further.

Sighing, she ran the brush through again and approached her top drawer before drawing out a black bowtie. Flipping her collar, she made quick work of the tie before she grabbed her suit coat and slipped easily inside. Pausing to check her appearance, she nodded and quickly left the room, grabbing at her keys, wallet, cell and glasses as she approached the door. Making short work of the hallway and elevator, Vinyl was out on the street in no time and attempting to hail a cab. A short while later and Vinyl was pushing through the doors of the Waldorf and sliding into closing elevator doors. Pushing the right button, Vinyl leaned against the cool wall of the car before sighing deeply.

Fighting her way through the doors before being fully open, she powered her way down to Octavia's door before finally stopping to catch her breath. Fishing out her phone, she looked at the time and smiled, relaxing further. Gathering herself, Vinyl lifted a hand to casually knock on the door. An eternity later, and a disheveled Octavia finally answered, mulberry eyes widening at the company.

"Vinyl... what are you doing here?"

Lifting her glasses to settle over the vibrant red eyes, Vinyl chuckled as she casually looked over the cellist.

"Well, damn, Tav, I know you look good in anything, but are you really going in your pajamas tonight?"

Biting back a whimper, Octavia slid her hand from the door and receded into her apartment, Vinyl following dutifully behind.

"If you hadn't heard, Concerto dumped me for this evening. I've instead chosen to wallow in my self-pity and cry at my misfortune."

Biting back a snicker, Vinyl looked over the sullen Octavia before kneeling before her.

"Um, that's not going to work. See, I'm here to take you to this silly event. So get up and get dressed, you have a little over an hour."

Shaking her head at the jockey, Octavia sniffled.

"You said yourself that you need to either be on the list or invited. I can't just bring you."

Grinning mischievously, Vinyl felt inside her jacket for a small slip before handing it to the cellist. With wide eyes, she accepted the ticket before looking incredulously at the jockey.

"You're... invited?"

"Brass puts me on the list every year, in case I actually want to go."

Blinking back her surprise, Octavia suddenly frowned and pushed up off the couch.

"Oh my... My goodness. I need to-- I need to get ready. Oh, there isn't time!"

Flying toward her bedroom, Octavia called over her shoulder before slamming the door to prepare.

"I'LL ONLY BE A SECOND!"

Chuckling to herself, Vinyl collapsed gratefully on the couch and sighed loudly. Pulling her phone from her pocket, she quickly shot a text to Symphony.

'Tav's getting ready. Systems go.'

Closing the screen, Vinyl casually tossed her phone on the cushion beside her and settled in for the long wait. The time passed slowly enough, causing Vinyl to bounce her knees in anxious anticipation. It was nearing the time for the limo to arrive, and she hadn't seen Octavia since she slammed her door to prepare. With an air of boredom, Vinyl slipped her glasses back over her eyes and leaned her back against the arm of Octavia's couch, legs crossing at the ankles as she relaxed. The phone beside her began to ring and she grumbled before forcing upward to grab it.

"Yes, Symphony, what now?"

"Hey, we're going to be leaving in a few to come get you guys, is Octavia ready?"

"Couldn't tell ya, I haven't seen her in an hour."

"Not helpful."

Vinyl chuckled before Octavia's voice cut through to her focus.

"Vinyl!!"

Quickly launching off the couch, Vinyl slid the phone into her pocket before she burst through Octavia's bedroom door. The mostly ready cellist stood hunched over awkwardly, mulberry eyes brimming with unshed tears. Vinyl's sight line shifted from the woman's upset face to the exposed skin of her back, thankful she wore her glasses to cover the blush she felt crawling across her face. Swallowing gently, Vinyl smiled as she approached the embarrassed cellist, causing the raven-haired player to flash a weak smile.

"...I'm stuck."

Chuckling, Vinyl felt her hands lift toward the jammed zipper, her pulse quickening as she settled her grip. Gently rocking the zipper, Vinyl inhaled sharply as the dress was smoothly secured before taking an unbalanced step backward. Octavia turned, graceful smile twisting her lips as her eyes wrinkled in delight.

"Thank you, Vinyl."

Nodding, the DJ ran a hand through the still damp hair and casually scanned the cellist's form.

"No problem. Symph and Pitch are on their way, are you almost ready?"

"Yes, I just need my shoes and my purse."

Laughing, Vinyl slid to the side to allow the cellist to exit the bedroom, following close behind.

"What do you need your purse for?"

"Oh, my keys and things. You know."

Pausing to lean against the wall, Vinyl casually watched the cellist float around the apartment, long gray gown flowing beautifully as she walked. Taking a moment to sit, Octavia carefully slid herself into the tall heels and fastened them before standing again. Gathering her keys and a clutch, she turned to smile at the DJ. The jockey then pushed up from the wall and approached the cellist, snatching the keys and casually tossed the clutch on the couch.

"I'll hold your keys, no worries."

Chuckling, Octavia casually tapped the jockey with the back of her hand, amethyst eyes dropping to finally look over the suit Vinyl wore.

"You look rather dashing this evening, Miss Pon 3."

"And you look positively stunning, Miss Melody."

The two shared a quiet laugh before Vinyl's phone began to ring again. Sighing dramatically, Vinyl reached into her inside pocket and pulled out the offending device.

"Yes, Symphony, we're ready. Are you here?"

Grinning smartly, Vinyl ended the call and beckoned toward Octavia.

"Limo's here, let's go."

Moving to gather the clutch, Octavia quickly bent to open the small pouch to grab out her invitation before closing it and dropped it casually back on the couch. Smiling brilliantly at the cellist, she held out the small slip before easily sliding toward the door. Vinyl snickered as she followed, both women stopping as Octavia secured her apartment before continuing toward the elevator. Gliding smoothly across the lobby, Octavia nodded her head to the door man before stopping to allow Vinyl to open the doors for her. Once outside, the raven-haired cellist smiled wide, eyes twinkling in merriment as she looked at the long limousine. Vinyl skirted around her and opened the door, bowing low. Octavia snorted as she slid into the backseat, Vinyl carefully climbing in behind her and closed the door.

Symphony excitedly hugged the cellist and reached a hand out for Vinyl, happily squeezing the hand she managed to hold. Smiling over at the petite harmonics player, Vinyl tipped her chin at the blonde.

"Hey, Pitch. Learn any good songs recently?"

Grinning ruefully, the player shook her head.

"Nothing too much, Pon 3. Just the jazz and blues."

Symphony absently squeezed the harmonicist's hand before turning her attention to Octavia.

"Octavia, I'm so glad you're here. I was worried you would miss out."

"Yes, well... If you hadn't called Vinyl, I would have!"

Lightly jabbing the DJ, Octavia turned her eyes back toward the quiet musician.

"Thank you, Vinyl. For being my date."

Nodding, the DJ smiled before relaxing back in the seat. The car was silent for a moment, each woman enjoying the quiet camaraderie that settled between them. Suddenly, Octavia sat up, head snapping to stare wildly at Symphony.

"Oh my goodness! Symphony, what are we going to do about the arrangements??"

Symphony chortled softly before moving her hand to wrap around Octavia's in an effort to soothe the fraying nerves.

"Relax, dear. I've already had things changed. We'll be sitting with all our friends this evening."

Calming at the news, Octavia sat back in her seat and sighed heavily, eyebrows drawn in deep worry. Not long after, and the limo was pulling up outside the massive venue, an enormous group of people gathered outside. The car stopped and Vinyl straightened her coat before opening the door and climbed out. Once standing, Vinyl turned and held out her hand for Octavia, who graciously stepped out and passed a thankful smile to the jockey. Moving to the side, she turned to watch the DJ as she helped both Symphony and Pitch out of the car. Slamming the door, Vinyl tapped the roof and turned, offering her elbow to Octavia as the two pairs headed toward the doors.

Cameras flashed around them, a cacophony of voices assaulting the many senses of the musicians as they walked through the crowd. Voices from the press box called out for Octavia, questions flying about her recent resurrection. Clinging tightly to Vinyl, she willfully smiled and waved as they finally reached the doors. Passing the check, the four women entered the elegant hall, the classic musicians inhaling deeply at the familiar atmosphere. Vinyl kept her glasses, eyes shifting anxiously around the room. Seeing a familiar mint-haired girl, Scratch led the small group of girls toward their table.

Golden eyes flicked up to lock on the familiar lenses, the lyrist climbing to her feet to greet the newcomers. Breaking apart, Vinyl and Octavia made quick greetings to the table, Symphony and Pitch doing the same. After settling, Vinyl pulled out the seat for the cellist before taking her own seat beside the lyrist. Leaning forward, Vinyl attempted to speak over the noise to the night-saving sousaphonist.

"Thanks for the hook up, Brass!"

Smiling, she laughed easily, hand moving up to intertwine with Parish as he talked happily with Pitch. Bonbon, from her place beside Lyra, smiled kindly to Symphony. The longtime friends continued the banter as the seats around them began to finally fill up. Vinyl leaned over to Octavia, lips pressing in close for the cellist to hear.

"Hey, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'm going to be a lousy date... I have to work tonight."

Octavia smiled and patted the jockey's arm, violet eyes sparkling in the low lights of the room. Leaning forward, she responded in kind.

"That's all right, I never stay at these things."

Sharing a small smile, Vinyl sat back in her seat as the emcee finally stepped out on the stage. The big man, with dark gray hair, made a quick joke to lighten up the large room. He progressed into his speech, drawing positive reactions from the many musicians in the large space. The event continued smoothly, the many speeches and performances cycling easily through the night. Lyra cast another look back at the two women as they laughed, Vinyl leaning in every so often to whisper things to the cellist, causing her to laugh quietly. Smiling to herself, the lyrist reached for her lover, fingers threading through the candy-maker's, effectively drawing her attention. Turning molten blue eyes to the lyrist, Bonbon smiled, focus shifting as Lyra jerked her head toward the oblivious duo. Sharing a knowing look, the two women refocused on the man on stage.

During a peaceful performance by a tastefully-dressed quartet, Octavia managed to rope the entire table in on an extravagant story. Parish, being the only man at the table, laughed the loudest, tickled pink at the silly tale. Octavia chuckled and shook her head before taking a sip of her drink. Eyes wandering, the cellist scanned the room before choking on her drink and sputtered, hand moving beneath the table to dig into Vinyl's knee. Jumping at the contact, Vinyl snapped her focus back to the frozen Octavia. Leaning forward, Vinyl responded, voice rising to talk over the loud chatter.

"What is it, Tav?"

"Concerto."

Seven pairs of eyes turned to follow the cellist's line of sight, each one landing scornfully on the concertmaster as he sat just four tables away. Growling in her throat, both Vinyl and Parish stood at the same time, only to be pulled roughly back to their seats by their respective partner. Whispering harshly, Octavia leaned into Vinyl, violet eyes flashing.

"What do you think you're doing??"

"I'm gonna go slam his face off the table."

Parish flexed in agreement, green eyes locking with Vinyl's. The table continued to watch Concerto as a sultry redhead reclaimed her seat beside him, Octavia's temper boiling over, hand digging more violently into Vinyl's knee. Lip curling, Vinyl slid her hand over Octavia's and pried her fingers free before carefully threading them together with her own. Symphony snarled before bolting to her feet, eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of the other table. Pitch jerked her back down, lavender eyes flashing.

"Calm it down, Symph. Getting into a fist fight in the middle of this thing wouldn't be good."

Octavia, who still held tight to the DJ's hand, turned her attention toward the tight-jawed Vinyl.

"When do you have to leave?"

Using her free hand, Vinyl slid the phone out of her pocket and checked the time.

"Ideally, I should leave soon. Why?"

Nodding, Octavia then shifted her focus onto the table.

"Is everyone okay with leaving a bit early?"

Everyone nodded. Smiling, Octavia turned her attention back to the carefree couple that currently earned all her rage.

"Marvelous. In a bit, I'd like for all of us to leave. Vinyl and I will handle those two over there."

In agreement, the musicians bowed their heads in understanding, each of their faces twisting with displeasure. Fingers still intertwined with Vinyl's, Octavia tossed back the rest of her drink, eyes bouncing between the members of her table as she attempted to quell the fire burning in her chest. Symphony, too, quickly tossed back her drink and slammed down the glass, all eyes skipping toward her.

"And when we all leave, we're heading back to my place to get changed and get ready to hit up Creature. Pon's spinning tonight, and I want to get damn crazy."

A surprised laugh escaped Beauty as she lifted her glass to the violinist. Bonbon nodded and lifted as well. The remaining members raised their glasses and clinked loudly before finishing each drink in one take. Six glasses slammed down at the same time as Octavia nodded, giving the cue to leave. Standing gracefully, she tossed her napkin on the table and waited patiently for Vinyl to stand. Looping her arm through the jockey's, Octavia walked them slowly, eyes burning as she approached the table. Stopping just beside the table, Concerto looked up and choked on his drink, causing him to wheeze as the liquid burned down his throat. Lifting his eyes, he flashed an uncomfortable smile to cellist as she stood, eyes dark.

"Hello, Concerto."

Artois purred as she casually slid her hand down the concertmaster's arm, drawing a wicked smile from the cellist.

"And hello to you, Artois."

Concerto stood nervously, smile faltering. Sapphire Shores, who sat just on the other side of the guilty violinist, sneered at the stoic DJ. Octavia pinned her with a cold stare, causing the singer's jaw to tighten, the poisonous words dying on her tongue.

Turning her attention back to Concerto, Octavia smiled sweetly.

"I see you're feeling well. I wish you all the best."

Stella, irritated at being ignored, stood beside the stoic concertmaster, blue eyes igniting.

"You're not woman enough for Concerto. It's a pity really, you had such potential."

Opening her mouth to retort, Octavia was stopped as Vinyl smoothly responded.

"And Concerto's got such potential to get a rash tonight, right, Artois?"

Shifting her attention back to Octavia, the jockey tugged at the arm in her grasp. Taking her cue, Octavia smiled as they turned to make their leave. Shaking with an innate fury, Stella spit out a response.

"At least I'm not a fucking dyke, Octavia."

Growling, she casually turned around, eyes fiery, smile complacent.

"The sex is incredible."

Exhaling a laugh through her nose at the slack-jawed cellist, Octavia tugged the smug Vinyl away, effectively disappearing into the crowd. The remaining couples from the table filtered passed, each offering a disapproving glare. Parish and Beauty, the last of the couples, stopped just beside the table.

"Well, Concerto, you've made quite the fool of yourself tonight."

Swallowing deeply, the concertmaster set his face, angry sapphire eyes narrowing at the comment. Sapphire, who still remained seated next to the enraged couple, scoffed loudly before freezing Beauty with a nasty glare.

"Tell Miss Octavia that she'll get what's coming to her. Pon, too."

Opening her mouth to lash out, Parish calmed her with a soothing smile before leading her away from the table. Once left alone, Concerto plopped back into his seat, Artois following suit; they glared at one another, displeased.

Outside, Octavia broke away from the DJ and slid her fingers into her black tresses, face twisted in outrage.

"I cannot even believe the nerve of some of these people."

Vinyl affirmed, standing casually as the cellist paced impatiently. The remaining members of her table finally filtered out, varying degrees of anger marring the players. Octavia flashed a quick smile to the group before turning their focus to Vinyl.

"So you're playing tonight?"

A quiet nod. The DJ then turned to hail a cab, the remaining pairs doing the same.

"I'm spinning at Creature. Go get changed and then head over. We're gonna have a blast tonight."

Moving to put her hand inside her coat, Vinyl plucked out the small set of keys and handed them to Octavia. She then spun to approach the cab and opened the door for the women. Stepping past Octavia, Symphony slid into the backseat and pulled Pitch in as well. Octavia shifted to stand in front of the DJ, amethyst eyes crinkling as she smiled. She stood on her toes, lips hovering near the DJ's ear.

"Thank you for being my Knight in shining armor."

Placing a small kiss on the DJ's cheek, Octavia pulled back and smiled sweetly before ducking into the cab. Slowly closing the door, Vinyl waved as the cab moved to pull into the barely inhabited street. Blinking once, Vinyl smirked, the warmth from her cheek spreading quickly across her body. Parish sidled up behind her, hand moving to slap the jockey on the back. Grinning down at the jockey, he squeezed her with one arm before rejoining his cab before being whisked away. Shaking off the burning emotion in her chest, Vinyl called herself a cab and waited.

Octavia and the small group of musicians finally cleared the lined and entered the bouncing club, the many flashing lights causing Octavia to blink her eyes and adjust. Beauty and Parish instantly detached from the group and immediately hit the dance floor, both already tipsy from the event. Pitch squeezed Symphony's hand before disappearing into the crowd. Bonbon casually dragged the grinning lyrist away as well before they too were immersed in the sea of bodies. Turning her eyes to Symphony, Octavia leaned in.

"Where'd Pitch go?"

"To mingle. I told her it wouldn't work out!"

Smiling sadly at her friend, Symphony shrugged before grabbing the cellist's hand and pulled her toward the bar. Once there, Octavia scanned the many faces in the bass-pumping club, attempting to locate the DJ. Sensing the wonder, Symphony tapped the cellist on the shoulder and pointed to the booth, smile growing. Octavia focused her eyes on the jockey as she worked, large headphones hanging on with skillful diligence. The black half-cami the DJ wore showed off the shapely hips and backwards Mark, those same quavers drawing an amused chuckle from the cellist. The jockey's fingerless, elbow length gloves matched one of the blues of the DJ and the ever present violet lenses caught every light of the club as she rocked in time with the beat.

Eyes never leaving the jockey, Octavia casually sipped the drink Symphony ordered for her. The violinist smiled at the raven-haired player as she watched, teal eyes glittering with glee.

"Hey, Tav!"

Humming in response, Octavia continued to watch the DJ spin. Chuckling at the entranced player, Symphony tugged her wrist and stood.

"Dance with me!"

Octavia allowed herself to be pulled into the throng of people currently on the floor before refocusing on Symphony. Laughing melodically, Octavia began a gentle motion to move with the beat. Her eyes, however, kept drifting to Vinyl, smile plastered permanently across her face. The two women stayed on the floor for a time before shifting to a seating area, happy when they saw most of their friends seated the same. Plopping down next to Lyra, Symphony playfully slapped the mint-striped hair and guffawed loudly, alcohol burning through her system.

"What a great club! Who wants another drink?"

The two couples cheered before Symphony slipped through the people to head to the bar. Lyra stood and moved to sit beside Octavia, golden eyes sparkling with giddiness.

"You having fun, O? I know you don't go clubbing. Great outfit, by the way!"

Octavia blushed slightly at the compliment, suddenly self-conscious at the tight fitting black shirt and dark jeans. Smiling, she leaned into Lyra, response happy.

"Yes, it's actually quite fun! I'm not much of a dancer, though. And Symphony dressed me."

Lyra lifted her cup at the admittance, goofy smile framing her face.

"Symphony has done the world a service, you look hot."

Bonbon gently punched the lyrist before pulling her to her feet and headed back toward the dance floor. Octavia settled in her seat and accepted the drink from Symphony once she returned. Again lifting her sight to the DJ booth, her eyes softened as she watched the jockey work. Beauty and Parish stood to leave the two strings players alone, an understanding look passing between them as they left. Symphony nudged the cellist, her own vision focused on the DJ.

After a while, the club had started to wind down as Vinyl had slipped from behind the control to slide onto the dance floor, the house DJ taking over the music. She checked the time and smiled, knowing the party would be wrapping up within an hour. Meeting up with the two strings players, she gathered them both and piloted them away from the floor. Once free, she slid up her glasses and regarded the players.

"Guys having fun?"

Octavia nodded, eyes glassy. Symphony chuckled, arm going up to hang loosely around the cellist's neck. Vinyl looked over the woman and smiled.

"You guys look great. But I'm cutting you off. Did everyone else leave?"

Symphony cackled and punched the woman in the arm, teal eyes warming at the sight of the DJ.

"Yeah, they left. You look hot. Let's go be hot somewhere. Come on, Octavia, you too."

Chuckling gently, Vinyl slid in between the two women and gathered them easily. She led them toward the side doors before pushing through and onto the street before raising a hand for a taxi. Symphony chuckled and leaned heavily against Vinyl, lavender hair falling to cover her face. Octavia laughed and swiped at the hair, eyes closing in merriment. Vinyl shook her head and smiled as a taxi pulled up. Looking between the two strings players, Vinyl settled her sights on Octavia.

"Are you okay enough to get back to your place?"

Thinking for a moment, Octavia bobbed her head, eyes semi-focusing on Vinyl.

"I'm a little... tipsy. But I'll get us back."

Smiling, she ushered the girls in the back. Opening the front door, Vinyl opened her wallet and paid the cabbie. Leveling him with a serious gaze, she smiled sweetly.

"Make sure my girls get home in one piece."

Nodding, he accepted the payment and drove off. Chuckling to herself, Vinyl headed around the building toward her bike before kicking it over and headed off toward home.

Octavia awoke to a heavy pounding on her front door. Opening her eyes, she grimaced at the intense sunlight filtering through the opened curtains. Turning her head, she frowned when she saw Symphony in bed next to her, snoring loudly as she slept. The loud banging gathered her focus again as she slowly climbed out of the bed. Her head pounded from the night before, her mouth dry. She staggered from her bedroom and waved her hands at the door, irritated.

Mumbling to herself, she undid both locks and opened the door, mouth dropping open at the angry visitor. Smiling weakly, she stepped back, ushering the furious woman into the apartment. Eyebrows drawing, Octavia squeezed shut her eyes before closing the door, pausing just a moment before turning her eyes toward the immaculately dressed ball of rage standing in her living room.

"Hello, mother."

Author's Notes:

I was not expecting this chapter to get this long. I also wanted more to develop, but I have to take what I can get. As always, forgive the mistakes and the length, and I hope you enjoy. Happy Saturday!