Chapter 12: No Melody
I sat there gazing up at the stars, a bottle of Jack Daniels rested on the banister next to me.
The others were peacefully sleeping inside the library. I simply looked out in search of inspiration, like I used to do.
I took a swig of the woody liquid, attempting to gain some bizarre insight of the world I was in.
"You should really stop drinking you know" I heard a voice. I slowly turned my head.
"You'll end up like Berry, dependant on it" I recognized the voice now.
"Just come down from there and come to me" it was Octavia.
"Fuggoff," I slipped off the banister, clearly drunk "why the fuck should I?" I landed in a bush underneath the balcony.
It was just enough to stop me getting hurt. "I'm leaving soon" I heard her.
"With Noteworthy? After all he's done" she raised a hoof to stop me.
"Yes, with noteworthy!" she exclaimed. "He's changed"
I took a deep sigh and another swig "well hey, as long as I get more emotionally damaged go for it" I growled.
"Robert…just" I stood up from the bush and simply raised a middle finger.
"Save it, Octavia, you broke my heart," she could clearly see I was angry.
But then my expression softened, and I began to laugh "but then again… I should have seen it coming"
She recoiled, not knowing what I was thinking. "I could easily smash this bottle and just end it all" I chuckled.
"But that's…"
"Whatever, just take your things and basically go back to Him"
"You sure?"
"Yeah, after all, what's life without a little heart break" I chuckled weakly.
As she walked off, I grabbed the bottle. I felt myself being lifted up off the ground.
I was suddenly placed onto the balcony. I was slightly confused but soon felt myself wrapped in a set of wings and fore hooves.
"The hell?" I blinked a few times, my vision became blurry.
"Its okay, I'm here" it was Luna.
"Thank you, Luna" I attempted to wriggle free.
I only had one thought, I wanted to just run.
Run as far away as I possibly could.
But what good would that do.
I've been running from my problems since they all began.
I lacked the strength to face them head on.
Unsurprisingly, I had simply raised my arms. I pulled the now weeping alicorn closer to me.
I was a state, my black shirt now stained with wine, tears and various other alcoholic substances.
In the simplest of terms, I smelt like a seedy hotel bar.
i thought Luna was upset, for reasons unknown.
That was until I saw a smile on her face.
"I'm so blind" I muttered.
"What?" I heard Luna ask.
"I said I was blind to see what was really going on" I huffed.
As she let go of me, I let my arms fall.
"Octavia was just using me to get back at Noteworthy and her mother" I sighed.
he gazed into my eyes, as I continued to solemnly spout out theories. "I should have expected it" I finished my quiet rant.
"More importantly, why are you so interested in me, Luna?" I was never told.
I watched as her face fell, "oh…dumb question?" she looked up at me, her tear filled eyes glimmering in the moonlight.
"No, it's not that," she broke the gaze again. "It's just… you care"
"Yes, I do," I placed a hand on her chin "but that can't be the only reason"
She shook her head. "Well…."
She told me the story of how she succumbed to Nightmare moon, I could only sit there.
I could only sit and think. When she finished telling me her story I could only hold her in my arms as she broke down.
"1000 years on the moon," I raised her head to look at her, "I can't begin to imagine how that must have felt…"
I wiped away stray tears. "I can tell your sister missed you very much" I smiled.
"She did, I know that" she huffed.
"I'm such an idiot" I heard a giggle.
"Well, Can you be my idiot?" she asked, I heard the sweetness in her voice.
I began to fumble my words, "Luna, since when have you been so forward? I've only just come out a rela" she cut me off with a passionate kiss.
As she broke the kiss she giggled "I'll take your state of shock as a yes, say next friday? Your house?"
My face went red as a beet. I simply nodded. "6pm" she finished as she flew off back to Canterlot.
From what she had told me earlier, she had to lower the moon.
After a few minutes, I watched the moon disappear over the horizon.
I plonked myself down with the half-empty bottle in hand and rested my head against the wall.
The cap of the bottle flew off. I took a few more swigs as I thought of the events that took place.
"I'm such a fool" I mumbled as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
Mane six
It was 10am when the hangovers first reared their ugly heads.
"Remind me never ta drink that much again" came the southern Texas drawl from underneath a table.
"Darling, what in the hay is you doing…down there" came a mild Trottingham accent from the same table.
"Obviously the same thing as me and Dashie" came a chuckle from the guest room.
"hey…where's Rob?" a raspy voice called out.
"must have home" Applejack stated, but the look on Dash's face said otherwise.
"Guys, he's asleep on the balcony"
Twilight trotted and levitated the sleeping form down onto the sofa.
"there, should be fine now," she took a sniff.
"no offence to the poor man, but I think you should have left him outside"
back in my head
"feels like a kick in the teeth" I groaned as I awoke from my seemingly restless slumber.
"hey there Sugarcube"
"home, painkiller get must" I fumbled a phrase, causing the others to have giggle fits, until they started feeling the hangovers again.
"remind us not to laugh until the Hangover fades" I let out a small chuckle.
I then took a swig of whiskey, much to the chagrin of the others.
"nothing like Whiskey in the morning," I put the cap back on, stood up and walked into the kitchen.
They heard the clatter of different pots and pans, until I shouted out "AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!"
I pressed the play button on my phone. "right, Pancakes"
They heard the music blaring form the kitchen; Twilight popped her head round the corner.
"Should you be cooking in your current state?" she was clearly worried.
"eyup" I gave the Big Mac reply.
Within a few minutes, several plates of pancakes were sitting on the table.
"breakfast's up guys, complete with Irish coffee" I stated.
As they walked in, I watched the jaws collectively drop.
"Pinkie, you've got a bit of…fur…between…" my train of thought crashed.
The fur was cyan. "oh," she giggled. I watched as she removed it.
I violently shook my head. "fuck it, Dig in guys"
Doesn't bare thinking about
"what doesn't, oh you mean" Pinkie Pie chimed.
"how the… ah never-mind" I took a mouthful of the pancakes.
I watched as each of their faces lit up.
"these are really good" Rarity chimed after a mouthful.
"yeah, what did you put into them?" Pinkie asked.
I smiled, and pulled out an empty vial.
"within this vial was a shot of Crystal Skull Vodka"
Twilight rolled her eyes.
"no such thing as a crystal skull" she spoke.
"Meh, I know that, an actor in my world created a new vodka which was Quadruple distilled through very fine diamonds"
Rarity looked at me strangely. "what a waste"
"not really, because of the process, the Vodka has much more potency and it also has a smooth crisp taste on its own"
I stated.
"hmmm, you need to meet a friend of ours" Rarity spoke, glum that she heard of diamonds being used in such a way.
"Berry?"
"Yep"
As the others left the library, I decided to wash the dishes, much to the protests of Twilight and Spike.
I countered the Protests with the phrase "it's the least I could do"
They gave up afterwards.
As I said my goodbyes, I walked out the door.
My face returned to a stoic expression.
The thoughts of the night resounding in my head, next week I would be visited by Luna.
Oh crap
I realized now just what I had gotten myself into.
She was coming to my house.
I bolted for home as fast as my legs could carry me.
I opened the door, as I looked around, I noticed the Cello was gone; it was replaced by a small violin.
A small violin and a note, I picked up the note and read it. I then carefully wrapped it around the strings of the violin.
I took the violin and placed it into my old room, which I decided to use as storage.
The thoughts swirling around my head at this point simply pointed to Octavia's guilt.
I don't know what's worse, the fact that she felt guilty, or the fact that…
I simply don't care anymore.
I began to make myself some green tea, and took out the black book.
Grabbing a wooden chair, I moved it outside. I simply sat down and watched the world go by.
It was the only peace I had that day.
I then just grabbed the guitar, and began to play a simple tune.
I took solace in the fact that I was left alone for the rest of the day.
A few ponies stopped to listen. I didn't mind, but they never said a word.
They simply smiled and continued along the path.
The song began to sound more and more like Mudvayne's happy.
I didn't notice until I started singing the lyrics.
Some of the ponies continued to listen, seeing it as a simple form of expression.
Others wondered if I was arguing with someone.
I stopped playing a few minutes later.
I gave a deep sigh as Lyra walked up to me to talk.
"Judging by the lyrics of that song, something is bothering you?"
"Simple answer is: I don't wanna talk about it"
"Fair enough, I'm holding a get together down at the midnight mare, you wanna come?"
"Sure," I smiled "as long as I don't have to perform"
The mare chuckled. "That's ok, wasn't planning it anyway"
I watched the turquoise lyrist trot off happily, I then realized I didn't know where this midnight mare was.
Once again, I was thrown into something I didn't quite catch.
Life can't get better than this.
Don't blame me for the Mane six part of the chapter, solely written to BuckCherry
plus i thought it would be freakin funny