"Get off my property..." The words were spoken as soft as fog on a window, but it still got the attention of someone.

On the other side of Vinyl and Octavia's apartment, opposite of Vinyl who was standing in front of the window facing the city, Octavia listlessly flipped through a magazine. A cheeky smile came to the young musician's lips while she tried not to laugh, already expecting what the answer to her question would be before she even spoke it. Still, Octavia heaved a reluctant sigh and flipped to the next page of her magazine so she'd have something somewhat intelligent to look to after her fiancee spoke. "Who're you talking to, Vinyl? We live on the second floor..." said Octavia, though she didn't seem all that interested since she kept looking at her magazine.

Behind Vinyl's thick shaded lenses she always wore around day or night, her eyes narrowed to slits. "Every last one of them..."

Octavia rolled her eyes and picked up the mug of coffee she had on the nightstand beside her on the couch; billows of steam wafting off from the top of it. She blew against the steam a little while also taking a moment to smell the waking aroma of freshly ground coffee warm against her nose. Between a giggle and a relaxing sigh she sipped her warm, morning brew and settled more comfortably in her spot on the couch. Her feet were tucked snug beneath her form, which was wrapped up in a fluffy white robe. A Sunday afternoon with her lover, the latest issue of Canterlot Entrepreneur, and the warm scent of roasted coffee; who could've asked for more?

"Well, don't scare them off too much, Vinyl. The landlord said we might be getting some new neighbors over the coming months," Octavia sipped her coffee and kept her casual demeanor as she spoke to her eccentric lover, "Could be nice to invite some new faces over to the apartment."

Finally Vinyl looked back to Octavia, dropping her shades down the bend of her nose just enough to let her eyes show for Octavia. "Aw, what? You don't like our crew?" Vinyl said in a 'hurt' voice.

"Oh-I'm quite fond of 'our crew'. We keep splendid company," Octavia only glanced to see Vinyl's exposed eyes before returning to her pages and coffee.

"Buuuut...? There's always a but, Tavi. Sometimes your sweet, tight butt. But, a but nonetheless," Vinyl sat back against the windowsill, folding her arms to her chest.

"My nice rear aside, Vinyl, I only meant that maybe a new pool of faces for us to commune with would be a nice change of pace," taking another sip from her mug, Octavia felt the unsatisfying sensation of nothing coming to her lip.

"Nah, I gotcha. New friends'd be great! Even better; them living next door. They could hear us WHAM-WHAM-WHAM-WHAM every night. I always wanted to know what that sounded like to people," Vinyl peered over her shoulder to see if anyone was 'on their property' again.

A hot flash swept across Octavia's face and she now regretted all the more she didn't have a swig of coffee to chase those words down with. On the other hand, if she had taken a drink when Vinyl said that, she would've probably decorated the pages of her magazine with a caffeinated spray. "That's just what your ego needs, isn't it? An audience for another performance of yours," Octavia tried to sound cool, but the way her fingers ruffled against the magazine betrayed her.

"I'm just poking your peach, Octavia," Vinyl said with a warm but very 'Vinyl' sincerity, "I like to keep your moans all to myself."

Strangely enough, the sentiment made Octavia soften a little bit. She put her magazine down and gave a little stretch, letting her feet curl off from her form and across the couch. "Wonderful to hear, Vinyl. So... Any plans today?"

"Not a one. Work's pretty dry for the next few days. I was just plannin' on sitting here with you, lookin' out our win--" Vinyl looked out the window she sat at with a content look about her until something caught both her eye and her voice.

Silence. A sudden silence that gripped over Vinyl like a vice. Octavia sat up and peered to her lover with a raised brow. She didn't say a word to Vinyl, just looked at her curiously to try and read what was going through Vinyl's usually rapid mind. Vinyl's eyes were fixated on one single target, that much Octavia could make out from across the room. Under her breath, the DJ spoke a quick chant to herself. "Don't turn right, don't turn right, don't turn right..."

The chanting only raised Octavia's intrigue more. However, Octavia quickly pieced it together and groaned. Agitated, Octavia got to her feet and stood behind Vinyl with a disapproving glare. She hot daggers into the back of Vinyl's head, ones that Vinyl would normally feel; though for now, it didn't bring her to turn around to her angry girlfriend. Only one thing in the whole world made Vinyl fixate so much that she would ignore Octavia so blatantly; and it bugged Octavia to no end.

"Vinyl... Do not even try it..." Octavia threw down a warning.

A warning that fell on deaf ears. Ears that were attached to a woman already starting to pull up on the base of the window in an attempt to open it. The old window creaked and made a few splintering sounds as it refused to open even though Vinyl persisted. Octavia could feel her own anger rising more and more each second Vinyl tried to jimmy the window open. "For the love of God, Vinyl..."

"Nope! Turned right, Octavia. They're in the building! I'm out!" Vinyl grew more frantic with trying to force the window open.

Finally Vinyl caught the brake she needed when the seal of the window broke and opened wide to the outside world. Vinyl wasted no time swinging her legs over the ledge and perching herself on the outside; looking down to a two story drop. "You're willing to break your legs instead of talking to her?"

In answer to Octavia's question, Vinyl pushed herself out off the ledge and down two stories to land in recently planted bush near the front door of the apartment complex. Octavia hurried to the window her fiancee jumped from, not truly worried for her but to shoot her one last disappointed glare while Vinyl lay in a rose bush, limbs splayed out around herself in pain. Octavia could only shake her head and shut the window again, muttering to herself while she picked up her used cup of coffee and her magazine. "Honestly, Vinyl..."

Octavia made a few quick adjustments to the living room, patting down where she was once sitting to make it look more presentable before tying up her robe more snug to hide any of her personal body from anyone looking. She checked herself in the mirror she kept near the door to her room, taking a small moment to comb her hair back as neatly as she could. Of all the days to skip out on a shower... Normally she would have groomed herself to no end; making herself the picture of poise she prided herself on. But today was to be a lazy day with Vinyl so she skipped out on the pampered grooming if only for the day.

When she saw her messy appearance passable by her standards she went to the front door of the apartment and opened it wide. No one knocked, no one rang the buzzer, and no one called ahead. But from the way Vinyl acted and fled, Octavia already knew someone was coming. And that someone was standing on their welcome mat the moment Octavia opened the door. Her fist balled up and ready to give the door a knock and now looked surprised that the door opened before she could even knock.

Slowly, Octavia's face grew soft and loving; a look normally only saved for the woman she loved. But right now, she faced her dearest and closest friend. A sister. "Good morning, Lyra. I had a feeling you were on your way up."