"Hey, Pon-3?" A clubber turned to look at the blue-haired DJ, "What color are your eyes again?"
"Uh..." She grinned awkwardly.
"Yeah!" Another clubber stopped pumping the air with her hoof, "You always have those goggles on!"
"Haha..." Vinyl wondered if she could somehow disappear without the two ponies noticing.
"Well?" The first clubber persisted.
"They're...y'know...normal eye color!" Just to check, Vinyl glanced behind her. Nope. No secret doors to exit through.
"What's that supposed to mean?" The second clubber sighed.
"Just take your goggles off for a second!" The first clubber insisted.
"Come on!" The two ponies turned it into a chant, repeating 'come on' until Vinyl thought she would have to buck somepony up.
"FINE!" She screamed at long last, "If I take my goggles off will you LEAVE ME ALONE?" The two clubbing ponies nodded enthusiastically. "Ugh." Slowly, she loosened the elastic strap that kept her goggles in place. Once she had yanked them off, the two ponies stared, mouths open.
"They're...red!" The first clubber said finally. The other clubber turned to him, narrowing her own eyes.
"No, you foal, they're PURPLE."
"Uh, NO, we're in a dark room, they're RED."
"They're purple!"
"RED!"
"PURPLE!"
"RED!"
"PURPLE!"
"You know," Another clubbing pony chimed in, "They look magenta from here."
"MAGENTA?" The three ponies launched into a frantic argument. Vinyl Scratch carefully replaced her goggles, waved at the ponies she had come to see, and trotted out of the club and down the street.