Vinyl was looking into her mirror, carefully applying green eyeshadow around her cerise eyes. She animatedly put down the brush, excited about her date tonight. She thought back on how she had convinced Octavia to let her go on the date in the first place…

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Two Days Earlier

“Octy, discussion time!” Vinyl yelled from the living room, sitting on the white couch.

“Alright, just a second!” Octavia yelled back. Some shuffling was heard, then the door to Octavia’s room opened, revealing a grey earth pony mare with a disheveled mane. She sat down on the couch next to Vinyl and crossed her legs. “So, what is this about?”

Vinyl lowered her head and sighed. “Well, Octy, I’d like to start a new relationship.”

Octavia nodded primly, smiling. “Alright. Who’s the lucky pony? Anypony I know?”

Vinyl inhaled a sharp breath. “Well, you see, that’s the thing...it’s not somepony…”

Octavia shook her head, still smiling. “Well, then, what is it? Griffon? Minotaur?”

Vinyl shook her head. “There’s no way I’m going out with a minotaur again after last time,” Vinyl said while chuckling, “I couldn’t sit right for a week!”

Octavia chuckled. “Yeah, I remember purchasing the inflatable donut for you. You were all like, ‘I don’t need that thing, how big could it be!?’” Octavia then shook her head. “Anyway, we’re getting off track. Who’s the lucky being?”

Vinyl looked around uneasily. “Well, it’s not somebeing...it’s someling.” Octavia’s expression quickly dropped into a frown.

“I would like to use my veto.”

Vinyl’s eyes widened at that. “Really!? Come on, Octy, don’t be like that!” Vinyl crossed her forelegs. “Well then, I’m gonna use my veto power to kick out that dragon you’ve been hanging around with!” Octavia’s eyes widened as she looked around shiftily.

“What dragon?” Octavia said nervously.

Vinyl frowned. “You know, the one you’ve been hanging around with all week! What was his name, Garble or something?” Octavia chuckled softly.

“Whatever do you mean? If I recall correctly, you’ve been shoveling those mushrooms down your throat for the past week!” Octavia giggled. “You must have imagined him.”

Vinyl stared at Octavia confusedly. “Imagine dragons? That doesn’t sound like something I would do…” she said looking down. She then lifted her head up. “But you’re right. Maybe I imagined the whole thing. I have been pretty wasted this past week—”

The bathroom door opened, causing Vinyl and Octavia’s heads to turn revealing a red dragon with a cream underbelly, an orange comb atop of his head, two pony size wings coming out of his back, and orange spikes down his back and tail, coming to an orange point at the tip. He appeared to be holding a bottle of body wash in his claw, which he was staring at confusedly. “Hey, Octy, it says this body wash is for mares only, but do you think it’s ok if a male dragon uses—” he started until he rose his head to witness the two mares sitting on the couch, the white unicorn with the cyan and azure mane wearing a fish-eating grin, Octavia biting her lower lip while her eyes were as wide as saucers. “Am...I interrupting something?”

“No. Not at all.” Vinyl said happily.

“Yes, a male dragon can use a product made for mares, Garble.” Octavia said through gritted teeth. The dragon nodded and went back into the bathroom. The sound of running water was heard shortly after.

“So which changeling were you considering dating?” Octavia said, quickly changing the subject.

Vinyl giggled. “The one I banged.” Octavia sighed.

“Well, at least you’re dating someone with a personality. The other ones seemed to just be cardboard cutouts of each other.”

“I know, right? Isn’t that weird?” Octavia shook her head.

“Well, don’t do anything uncharacteristically stupid...which doesn’t leave out much.”

“So does that mean you’ll let me?”

Octavia sighed again. “Yes, I approve.”

Vinyl smiled widely as she rushed over to Octavia, hugging her tightly. “Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!”

“You’re welcome, Vinyl.”

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Vinyl smiled, picking up a lipstick tube in her magic, popping the top and twisting it up to reveal the black lipstick inside of it. She then went through the process of meticulously applying it, then screwed the lipstick back down, popping the top back on, and putting it back in her vanity. She then looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a black silk dress with spaghetti straps, green eyeshadow, and the black lipstick. She felt it was missing something...oh wait! She quickly grabbed her sunglasses with her magic and put them on her face. She then smiled into the mirror. “Perfect.” She then trotted out to the living room, where Octavia was reading Glamare. “So, Octy, how do I look?” Vinyl asked.

Octavia lifted her head up from the magazine, looked at Vinyl, then looked back down at the magazine. “You look like a bloody changeling.” Vinyl smiled.

“Perfect!” A knock erupted from the door, causing Vinyl’s heart to skip a beat. “Oh, Celestia, it’s here! Are you sure I look alright?”

Octavia shook her head. “You look fine. I just don’t understand why you would bother with putting on eyeshadow if you’re just going to cover it up with those sunglasses.”

“Because it’s cool,” she said while approaching the door. She took a breath, then opened it. There was a changeling in front of her, wearing a tuxedo jacket with a button-down shirt, hiding something behind its rump. “Hello, Nineteen-sixty-nine.”

Nineteen-sixty-nine nodded. “Hello, Vinyl. I understand you like these?” it said, revealing a bouquet of lilies wrapped in green magic. Vinyl smiled widely.

“Ohmigosh, I love these!” She said as she grabbed the bouquet from Nineteen-sixty-nine in her blue magic, chomping down on one of them while wagging her striped cyan and azure tail. “How did you know?”

Nineteen-sixty-nine blushed cobalt as he scratched the back of its neck. “Well, we do have a pretty extensive dossier on you from the Canterlot Event…”

Vinyl nodded, munching down on another lily. “Makes sense. So, why are you wearing a tuxedo if you’re a girl?”

Nineteen-sixty-nine nodded. “Well, I figured this would be more appropriate, seeing as how my ponysona is male.”

Vinyl nodded, throwing the bouquet behind her, it landing on Octavia, who glared at Vinyl. “Vinyl…”

“Sorry, Octy!”

Nineteen-sixty-nine cleared its throat. “So, where are we going, anyway?”

Vinyl grinned. “l’Mouton d’Or.”

Nineteen-sixty-nine appeared to be lost in thought, then shook its head. “Why would somepony name a restaurant The Golden Sheep?”

Vinyl giggled. “It’s owned by a griffon.” Vinyl exited her apartment, then closed the door behind her. “So, shall we go?”

Nineteen-sixty-nine nodded. “We shall.” And with that, they walked shoulder to shoulder down the hall.