Crystal Prep

"What do you mean that you can't go through with it?!" Cinch demanded, yelling into the phone in her head while pounding her fist onto her desk.

"Exactly what I said, do you even know what you're asking me to do? You're asking me to hold someone's younger siblings corpses hostage so you can blackmail said person to compete in some stupid school sports event! You've done some underhanded stuff in your lifetime Cinch, but this takes the cake, don't call this number again." The man on the other side countered before hanging up.

Cinch left eye twitched as she slammed the phone down and hung her head in frustration. "Damnit! No, it's ok, it's alright, there are other ways of making people do what you want. My reputation needs to be protected at all costs, this school must remain at the top." She told herself as she straightened her clothes and pushed her glasses back into place.

Outside of her office, Blueblood stood with his ear to the door, a look of concern on his face. He dropped the papers that he was supposed to deliver to the schools principal and made a run for the exit. "I need to tell Auntie Celestia about this."

Later, Maretropolis

Slowly Roden opened his eyes, staring at the black chandelier that hung from his apartment ceiling. With his head now headache free, he went to get up to continue with his day, suprised to find a blanket wrapped around him. "When did this get here? I mean...it's cosy, I'm not complaining, but..."

"It was Sapphire, she put this around you while you were sleeping off your hangover." Zanny explained, a small but noticeable hint of hesitance in his voice.

"That was nice of her, but what's with the tone?" Roden asked curiously as he pulled the blanket off of his person and lay it over the arm of the chair.

"Well..."

"She saw your scar." Zerlinda stated bluntly. "Doubt she'll ask about it though, she doesn't seem like the kinda chick that would pry into someone else's business."

"But all women do!"

"Pfft, sexist."

"That's not entirely false though..." Roden muttered as he put his hand up to his scar, sighing. "Well, she'd see it eventually, if it comes up it comes up, if it doesn't it doesn't, we have other things to focus on right now." Standing up, he walked over to the kitchen and pulled a Pepsi out of the fridge before looking at the time. "Seven thirty, slept longer than I thought, won't be long before the sun goes down."

"Did you want to do something today?"

"No. Not really, was either too drunk or hungover to think of anything to do." Roden took a long, slow sip of the drink as he pressed his back against the refrigerator, his mind blank as he stared at nothing. It was the first time his mind had been empty in quite awhile, so he was unsure if what to do. Any ideas of what he could do with his time faded just as soon as they popped into his head. "Well, I'm at a loss, if either of you two have any suggestions I'm open." He admitted with a shrug.

"Maybe a shower? You still reek of booze, sweat and whatever was in that trash can." Zerlinda commented with a hint of disgust.

Roden paused and sniffed his arm, cringing at the smell and nodding. "Ok, shower it is..."

"Then what?"

Roden paused again and faceplamed. "Seriously?"

"Well, you could look over some of your clients notes, draw, play something or make an actual plan on how to deal with the situation regarding Octavia."

Roden sighed and shook his head. "You're not going to let me choose are you?"

"Just talk to her, she's just concerned as she has the right to be, so just talk to her about it."

"Listen to the other voice in your head bro, but first, get your ass into the shower."

Meanwhile

"Nothing really seems wrong." Treble spoke out loud, talking to no one. "I feel like there's something wrong, but I can't tell what it is, everything seems just as repetitive and boring as it always has been." He strolled down the sidewalk towards Canterlot High, seeing as if there was ever a problem it either stemmed from the portal there or from one of students problems that would eventually spiral out of control.

While he was walking, a convenient pamphlet that was riding the breeze landed on his face, not that it stopped him from walking.

"Alright, what's this weeks plot convenience gonna be like?" He asked nobody as he pulled the leaflet off of his face, straightening it out before reading. "The Friendship Games huh, we're doing that? Seriously? Ok then, let's see what crazy crap the writer can come up with this time that will slowly make him lose readers each time a chapter comes out." Hey I'm just trying to have fun alright, besides, if any crazy stuff happens it's gonna be for comedic effect at your expense. "Touché."

Back at the musicians household, Octavia sighed as she looked at her still hungover boyfriend with her arms folded. "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because you love me?" Mise weakly guessed with a shrug and nervous smile.

"That's gonna stop being a valid excuse someday..."

"Hey, you've put up with Vinyl for years, I think you can handle me for the rest of your life." Mise countered with a smirk before wincing at his ever present headache.

Octavia just rolled her eyes and turned to look out of the window.

"Still worried about Roden?" Mise asked softly, getting a slow nod in response. "Look, he'll speak to you about whatever happened eventually, just give him time."

"I know..." Octavia admitted, hanging her head slightly while sighing. "Doesn't mean I can't worry about him..."

Author's Notes:

If you see any mistakes please point them out in the comments. Thank you for reading.