Sapphire sat watching the latest episode of her favourite show in the living room of the apartment while Roden sat in a nearby recliner holding his head and leaning back with the footrest up, trying to soothe his hangover endured headache. He would have moved back to his bedroom but he was too tired to try and get up, plus Sapphire didn't have the volume turned up that high, he liked the company anyway.

"What are we? Chopped liver?"

"That phrase still makes absolutely no sense to me, it's like potato patato, who the hell says patato?"

'Guys...quiet please.' Roden spoke quietly in his head, rubbing his forehead and sighing deeply.

"Sorry."

As quiet settled in both his mind and his apartment, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to drift off, considering he didn't have anything to do that day he might as well sleep off the hangover. Sapphire glanced over to him and shrugged. She was about to turn back when she saw his scarf fall slightly, revealing a small part of his scar. Becoming interested and letting curiosity get the better of her, she paused the TV and got to her feet, silently walking over to the young man.

She stood by him and hesitated, before reaching her hand forward and carefully pulling the scarf down, revealing the rest of his face to her. She stared at the scar on his left cheek for what felt like a few minutes before she pulled the scarf back up and put a blanket over him and returning to her show, the image of the scar now stuck in her head, and theories of its origin began to form in the back of her mind.

Meanwhile

Cinch groaned as she looked over the latest statistics for the schools in the Canterlot City area. "CHS keeps improving, at this rate our school shall become obsolete." She clenched her hand into fist and growled. "Why is it that they keep improving? Is it the magic? No, no, it's the new students they've gotten over the past couple of years." She concluded. "The next friendship games is coming up, at this rate we'll be made a laughing stock, I'll be the least successful in the area, MY reputation will be ruined."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Hey can I come in or should I come back later when you aren't trying to be a rip-off of every high school movie villain ever?" She heard the janitor asked.

"Come back later, I am very busy right now!" She barked back while slamming her fist into her desk.

"Someone's on her time of the month." The janitor muttered as he walked away.

Cinch rolled her eyes and sat back down in her chair. "I need something or someone to help turn the tide in my favour, but what or who?" As she rubbed her eyes her sights fell on a name that had been brought to her attention quite a few times in the past. For a moment she sat still before her lips curled into a smirk. "Well, I believe I found my trump card."

"TRUMP NOT OUR PRESIDENT!!!"

"Not that trump you ingrate! And stop eavesdropping or I'll give you an F in all your studies!" Cinch yelled back at the random student from outside her office. Taking in a breath, Cinch picked up her phone and dished a certain number. "Yes, hello, this is Cinch. I need to call in a favour..."

Meanwhile again

Treble suddenly awoke from his drunken stupor and quickly sat up. "I sense a disturbance in the force."

"Should I get Soul?" He heard Vinyl ask from another room.

"Nah leave the Star Wars nerd alone, he doesn't need to be in this story. Just me being me." He groggily climbed out of his bed and again landed on his face as he fell off the side. "I'm starting to think the ground is trying to have an affair with me." Lifting himself up, he crawled out into the hallway and dragged himself towards the bathroom where he pulled himself up and planted his face in the sink, reaching his hand up and turning the cold water on.

After a series of shrieks and a loud clanging noise from Treble hitting his head off the water tap, he was now full of energy and rushed down the stairs to find Vinyl casually listening to her headphones while Octavia treated Mise's headache. Before heading out to investigate whatever crap they would be dealing with next, Treble walked into the kitchen and poured himself a large glass of OJ.

"Gotta stay hydrated if I want my head to be as demented as usual, or at least as demented as the author wants me to be." Walking back into the living room, he sat down and switched on the television, flicking his through the channels but cringing every time he passed a channel paying reruns of crappy shows. "How often is Cartoon Network gonna replay Teen Titans Go episodes instead of Gumball and Steven Universe?! I NEED MAH SHIPPIN MOMENTS DAMNIT!!!"

"I'm still pissed they cancelled Regular Show, although the ending was pretty go-" Viny said before she was interrupted.

"ADADADADADADAAAAHHHHH no, shush, spoilers! I'm still a season behind!"

Treble ducked as a cup was thrown at his head but smashed against the wall instead. "Shut the fuck up please..." Mise groaned as he covered his ears.

"Sorry dude, figured you out of all of us would be able to deal with a hangover."

"I made the mistake of mixing whiskey, vodka and pure unfiltered moonshine into one bottle...instant regret...so much regret..."

"Well I need to go out today, can you watch him before you go out on whatever it is you're planning to do? I need to get ready." Octavia asked as she stood up and walked past Treble, lifting something from in front of him.

"Eh, he'd of the chapter anyway, might as well." Treble shrugged and sat back down as Octavia disappeared up the stairs and into her room. As he reached forward to grab his glass, he found nothing in his grasp or on the table. "Wait a minute..." Treble looked from the stairs to the table over and over before glaring. "Bitch just stole mah juice."

Author's Notes:

If you see any mistakes please let me know and I'll fix it asap. Hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Planning an overall plot with Cinch, gonna get Rodens past done soon and get the Sight family thing put tonrest to make way for it.