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As soon as Octavia and Octavio left the apartment, Vinyl Scratch and Record Scrape practically leaped into the air and did hoof-pumps.

      "So, whadya wanna do first?"

      "Music?"

      "You read my mind."

Vinyl Scratch bounded over and pulled a sound board over. Her hooves immediately flew across the controls and began working. Soon enough she was busy producing wubs and basically making music. Record Scrape wasn't one to sit and dwell however, he went beside the white mare and soon the two began working in perfect harmony, like a well oiled machine.

Vinyl Scratch seemed to know exactly what Record Scrape was about to do and vice versa. The two DJ's filled the apartment with their music as they continued working in complete perfect harmony, as if they could read each other's minds. When they were done, they found out that their music was so loud it had literally blew the dust away. The two DJ's gave each other high fives.

Not long after, there was knocking on the door. Vinyl Scratch walked over and opened the door. Standing at the doorway was a purple colt with a black mane. This colt was Watchdog, the landlord. He would've kicked Vinyl out already if it hadn't been for Octavia. She was the only reason Vinyl was still here.

      "Vinyl, must you make such a racket?" The purple pony asked

      "Um, yes?"

      "Well I'll need you to cut it out if you want to continue staying here."

      "Sure can do Watchdog!"

Watchdog grumbled something about degenerates and left the apartment to head back downstairs. Thank Celestia he hadn't noticed Record Scrape or he might've had a heart attack. Already Vinyl Scratch was a nightmare for him, with the addition of Record Scrape? Watchdog would've rather moved out and given made somepony else the landlord than live with that kind of stress.

After some more partying that clearly defied Watchdog's rules and restrictions, the two ponies got the wonderful idea of downing some alcohol. Vinyl tossed Record a bottle of cider. They popped the caps, *clinked* their bottles and proceeded to get drunk. One can only imagine what kind of madness ensues.

      "You *hic* look just like *hic* me, hehe." Vinyl Scratch slurred

      "Damn, I make a *hic* pretty sexy mare."

      "You don't *hic* look too bad your-*hic*-self."

Vinyl Scratch proceeded to throw her arms around Record Scrape's neck. She gave him a small peck on the cheek and then let out a giggle. Record Scrape however proceeded to mumble something about turtles. Completely unaware of the sign of affection.

The two ponies continued their debauchery about the house. At one point, Record was licking the walls while Vinyl took a jar of sugar and poured it all over his head. Then, Record tried to jump out the window, but ended up missing and crashing into the wall. He seemed to be unfazed by the impact. The two ponies continued their debauchery.

Eventually, Watchdog had enough of this nonsense and decided to put a stop to it. He was expecting anything, from Vinyl doing a little "renovation" to her perhaps playing around with fireworks. What he wasn't expecting was Record Scrape. Watchdog knocked on the door and held a list in his hooves.

       "Dear Vinyl, the tenants of the apartment have been complaining about the following: Loud music, being able to hear your festivities, er, so to speak, and- WOAH!"

Only now had Watchdog realized that he was talking to Record Scrape.

       "Hehe, you *hic* look funny."

Record Leaned forward and gave the shocked Watchdog a big wet kiss on the lips, further confusing the landlord.

      "You taste *hic* like dog food."

Record closed the door, he then proceeded to stumble around the living room. Vinyl however was walking against a wall, seemingly making no progress. Record Scrape then proceeded to try and headbutt the wall down. Needless to say he failed miserably.

Vinyl had eventually stopped trying to walk through the walls and was now trying to bust through the door to her bedroom. Apparently being drunk means not being able to use doorknobs. Eventually she managed to crash it open. Vinyl stumbled in, unaware that Record Scrape had also followed her in.

Meanwhile...

Octavio and Octavia sat in a restaurant. The lights were dim, a candle stood in the middle of the table alongside a vase of roses. Quite romantic looking actually. Octavia was not pleased by this however.

But the thing that irked Octavia was that Octavio supposedly knew everything she knew. So what that meant was he knew what this restaurant looked like and he purposely chose this restaurant. That cursed colt.

Octavia and Octavio ate in silence. The level of awkward was just off the charts. The two ponies made no eye contact whatsoever. Eventually, they finished their meal and continued their journey home. Suddenly a horrifying thought crossed Octavio's mind.

      "Um, Miss Octavia, do you happen to have any alcohol in your household?"

      "Why, yes. Why do you... oh no."

      "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

      "The DJ. Her new boyfriend..."

      "If you value your home we'd better hurry."

The two grey ponies picked up the pace and soon they were at the apartment. Octavia unlocked the doors as fast as she could, when she did open the door, she almost wished she hadn't.

On the floor was an assortment of things the two DJ's had knocked over. Some books, a bottle of cider. Vinyl Scratch was nowhere to be seen. Octavia stared at the destruction, her mouth agape. Octavio didn't look too happy about it either.

      "Oh dear, correct me if I'm wrong, but those bumps on the wall seem to resemble Record Scrape's face."

Octavia sighed and shook her head. She already had a gender swapped version of herself, a crater in the living room and now this?

       "I'm afraid I don't have the patience for this anymore. I'll have to deal with this headache tomorrow."

       "Oh yes, about that. Um, Miss Octavia, where shall I be sleeping?"

Octavia led her to Vinyl's room. She had already decided that the two colts would sleep together in Vinyl's room while Octavia and Vinyl would sleep in Octavia's room. Unfortunately for Octavia, that plan crumbled apart.

Octavia opened the door. She flipped the light switch and saw Vinyl and Record in bed, fast asleep. Vinyl had her back turned to Record while the colt had his hooves on her hips. They seemed to be quite content in that position. Octavia almost considered waking Vinyl up, but she decided against it.

      "Well, I guess you're sleeping in my room then Octavio."

The colt blushed slightly, Octavia could feel the blood rush to her face too. She quickly lead him to her bedroom. It wasn't much, just a simple bedroom. But it was much more organized than Vinyl's.

Octavia hopped into the bed and threw her covers on, her back facing Octavio. The colt had also gotten in bed and had his back against Octavia. The two ponies were fully aware of this. Octavia pushed that thought aside and eventually managed to drift off into sleep. Next Chapter: Debut Estimated time remaining: 7 Minutes