"Bahhh, I'm not flirtin' with you. Is there somethin' wrong with bein' buddy-buddy with you?" she grumbled as she leaned against Octavia, the hoof around her shoulder gently and repeatedly patting her. "And you keep waitin' for that 'right pony' to come along, I hope you're willin' to wait a long time, 'cause that stuff only happens in books. Really drawn out, sappy, baaaaad books. And we're not in somepony's story. S'real life we're talkin' about here."  She scrunched her nose again when Octavia told her to not let the alcohol talk for her, followed by her reaching out for the last shot glass. "I'llll take that for you," she said before yoinking the glass and swallowing it quickly.

"Now youu listen here," she said as she pushed herself up a little bit, just enough that she could look Octavia clearly in the face. "I know exactly what I'm sayin'. I'm not drunk yet. Gonna need a few more shots for that! But yeah, this isn't the alcohol talkin' for me. It's me talkin' for me! As if there was any other way. But yeah," she repeated, reaching a hoof up to pat Octavia's cheek. "You're a beautiful pony, an' you can do anythin' you want. Makes me jealous sometimes, you know? S'like, damn, sure wish I could be that pretty an'--an' eloqua... elaqui... graceful sometimes." She then inspected Octavia for a moment before leaning forward and planting a rather graceless kiss on her cheek before slumping against her and burping quietly. "I need more drinks."

Vinyl grumbled a little bit after Octavia said more drinks was a bad idea, a little disgruntled at being cut off from that sweet nectar. "Knew I shoulda bought more," she said to herself, staring longingly at the platter of twelve now-empty shot glasses. Then, as Octavia began to compliment her as well, Vinyl's ears perked as she listened to the mare speak, not pulling away from the little embrace to look at her. Instead, her gaze remained on the empty reminders in front of her, even as Octavia fell silent and it was her turn to speak now. Definitely could've used more drinks.

"Bleh, yeah, I got all those dates... But... I dunno. Sometimes they just feel so pointless. Like I'm not gettin' anything out of 'em. And I only got my career off the ground 'fore you did 'cause my stuff was so... diff'rent. You didn't have that. All you had was fightin' tooth and hoof to make yourself known." Her words began to grow more and more dejected as she spoke, until eventually she was murmuring in disappointment. She stayed silent for a moment before levitating her glasses off of the cello's case and over to her, the glasses swaying a little bit in the air thanks to her tipsiness. She then slipped them onto her face to hide the melancholy that had begun to creep into her features, only hoping that Octavia hadn't really noticed or would comment on it. "You sure we can't get more drinks? If not, I think I wanna go back home, now..."

Continuing in her melancholic slump, Vinyl only listened to Octavia with her ears folded down, her head turned away a little bit from the mare she was against. Despite what was being said, she didn't really feel like she had it better off than Octavia did. Just seemed like she was still in that number one spot that was mentioned because of ponies' nostalgia, and the fact that she was already so famous. And the shows... the shows were just gimmicks. Part of the entertainment. When ponies went to see Octavia, they went to see her, not the pretty lights and pyrotechnics... Still, Octavia's mentioning of dragging her onto the stage by the tail earned her a small smile that lasted for a moment before her jealousy and sadness wiped it away again.

Then, as Octavia pushed her shades up a little bit, Vinyl averted her eyes away from her friend, a little ashamed of herself and how she was acting. She stayed this way until Octavia asked what Vinyl usually said when Octavia was feeling sad, causing Vinyl to make eye contact with her for a moment. 'You stop being sad, and you start being awesome instead', was the answer, which... she guessed she really should follow, if that's what she was going to tell other ponies to do. She inhaled slowly through her nostrils before releasing the breath in a quiet sigh, just before Octavia said she'd have to tickle Vinyl if she didn't smile. "Maybe you can do that when we get back home," she said as she hugged Octavia back in thanks before releasing her hold on the mare and beginning to scoot back around the booth so she could stand up.

"A good laugh'll prolly do me good. Then we can keep sittin' like that again after since you enjoyed it, I guess," she said with a slight shrug, swaying gently in place as she waited for the mare to join her so they could leave the bar. "Just think maybe it's time for a change of scenery." She then stood and waited for Octavia to join her before walking with her outside and into Ponyville, doing her best to walk without stumbling. "Thanks, Octy. Guess I kinda ruined the whole 'tryin' to cheer you up thing'. S'just... stuff that's been botherin' me for a while that I didn't really expect to be dealin' with today." She paused for a moment before glancing over to the mare, a very faint smile on her lips. "Still doesn't fix the whole me bein' jealous of you bein' a beautiful pony thing, though. I mean, how many guys've I had to run off for you when we were both in Canterlot 'cause they were bein' snobs an' you didn't wanna deal with 'em? Way too many."

Vinyl just rolled her eyes a bit behind her glasses when Octavia corrected her about the number of guys she'd had to chase off. Ten, twelve, twenty... What did it matter what the number was, just as long as she kept Octavia from being harassed? Although, Vinyl's melancholic expression began to brighten into a grin as Octavia began recalling the time Vinyl had threatened to beat somepony up for being really weird, then started acting as Octavia's marefriend instead. Good times. And even though she hadn't really done anything further with Octavia that time... She still thought about it every now and then. How the idea of it wasn't all that bad. How she did kind of enjoy being that close to 'Tavi that day.

She nodded slightly as Octavia suggested talking about it more once they got back home, actually kind of looking forward to that as she thought about that day and what had been done. Then, Vinyl glanced over to Octavia when she said that Vinyl was beautiful to her, surprised that she was so... forward about that. Did she mean anything by that? How long had she thought that? Questions like that circled in Vinyl's head as she walked/stumbled beside Octavia to the house they shared, silent for the most part. When they arrived, she opened the door for them both before stepping in and closing the door behind Octavia. She then moved to the couch in the living room and flopped down on it, glad for something stable underneath her. She waited there for Octavia to join her, before shakily moving so she could once more lean against the mare. "So... Let's talk. You ever think about that day I pretended to be your marefriend to keep the creeps at bay? 'Cause... well, I do. And I get all fuzzy thinkin' about it~... Or, maybe that's the alcohol. Either way, question still stands."

Vinyl continued grinning to herself while Octavia revisited those moments back in Canterlot in question, and mentioned being reminded of it every so often. She was fond of it, which was good. Certainly wouldn't have felt all that good if Octavia said she'd been embarrassed by what happened... But, she had to wonder, just how fond was she of it? Would she go for Vinyl trying to do that again in an attempt to help cheer her up? Where was all of this even coming from? Wherever or whatever it was, Octavia sure was pretty... As she stared over at the mare and thought about that, it was mentioned once again that her glasses looked silly, causing Vinyl to scrunch her nose a bit as she lifted a hoof to take them from her eyes. "Pfffff, your fffface looks silly," she said as she did so, then set the glasses down safe nearby. "Lookin' all grey and... fuzzy, an'..."

She didn't manage to finish her train of thought, because as she said 'fuzzy', she rose a hoof to stroke Octavia's cheek and jaw, lost in the action for a few moments before abruptly pushing herself up from the couch. "'Kay, gotta pee," was the blunt reason she gave as she moved into another room. A few moments passed, then she came back and returned to her spot on the couch, this time lying down on her back so her head was in Octavia's lap. "Mmk, time to stop bein' sad, and time to be awesome instead. Tell you wwwhat, since you're so fond of those memories, I'ma help you stop feelin' so alone by bein' your marefriend again. Even though you totally jus' wanna get in my pants," she said with a giggle as she squirmed against Octavia.

Vinyl only huffed at Octavia's procalamation that she'd never seen the mare wear anything, her nose scrunched as well. "Totally not the point," she grumped, before staring up at Octavia in confusion when the mare began laughing. "Wut. Have you lost your mind, woman?" Vinyl asked, not really seeing what was so funny. She just stared up at Octavia with slightly crossed eyes, before rolling them after it was asked if Vinyl would really do what she said she would, followed by a scoff when Octavia asked if she was sure it wasn't the alcohol talking. After the question, Vinyl moved again so she could pull herself up and into Octavia's lap, settling herself in there before wrapping her hooves around the mare's shoulders.

"'Tavi, you sssilly... You know alcohol can't talk. I mean, what would it even say, if it could? 'Driiiiiiink meeeeeeee'?" she asked in a higher pitched voice, possibly trying to imitate what a tiny object might sound like. "That'd be silly. You're silly," Vinyl continued, this time just staring at Octavia for a few seconds after without answering her other questions. However, she seemed to remember herself and blinked before speaking again. "Anyway, I said I'd do it, wouldn't I? So 'course I'm gonna do that for you. An' for me too, have I told you how prrrretty you are? An' fuzzy, too," she drawled as she took one of her hooves from Octavia's shoulders to stroke her cheek again. "An' you can be my marefriend too, 'kay?"

Continuing to gently stroke Octavia's cheek, the slightly inebriated DJ stared at Octavia expectantly, obviously waiting for some kind of answer. In the meantime, Vinyl just contented herself with feeling how fuzzy Octavia was, the sensation apparently strange--or perhaps pleasant--to the touch. However, as she noticed Octavia leaning forward, closer and closer, Vinyl felt her breath catch in her throat as she paused, mind not sure whether it liked where things seemed to be going. It didn't have to make much of a choice though, as she soon began squirming and cackling under the onslaught of Octavia's tickling hooves, her own hooves pulling away from around Octy's shoulders so she could tuck her legs close to her body in an attempt to free herself from the sensitive torture.

She didn't even hear what Octavia had to say about Vinyl's earlier statement that she hadn't been hitting on the mare because of what was happening, though when Octavia finally let her catch her breath, she was able to just lay there in her hooves, legs still held tight against her body for a few more moments. She groaned against Octavia as she recovered, before perking her ears up when Octavia accepted Vinyl's terms, causing her own crooked grin to spread on her lips--until Octavia told her they were all fuzzy. Scoffing at that, Vinyl unsteadily repositioned herself back upright in Octavia's lap before setting a hoof over the mare's mouth. "Don'ccchhhhhu go 'round spreadin' rumors like that, Octypus. Can you imagine the paparazzi if that got out?"

She burped a little bit after that--possibly some kind of added protest provided by her body--before she began patting Octavia's snout with her hoof. "Image nightmare, lemme tell you. Oh, and," she brought her head forward, turning Octavia's head slightly at the same time so she could leave another kiss on the mare's cheek. "Had to do it 'cause we're marefriends now! Also 'cause I couldn't resist it anymore after sittin' like this." She squirmed a little bit more in Octavia's lap before she let out an 'ooooh' and rolled out of Octavia's lap. "New song idea. Berb," she said before trotting unsteadily into her studio, only to trot back out and retrieve her glasses, before trotting back into the studio, then trotting back out again--wearing her glasses--to grab another bottle of alcohol from the cooler, followed by her trotting back into the studio, and then, of course, her trotting back out. Only this time, she got distracted the moment she saw Octavia and moved over to her, 'greeting' her with a tight hug. "'Tavi~. I missed my favorite marefriend. How yyyou doin'?"

"Gooooooooood," Vinyl hummed in response as Octavia returned the hug, her cheek slowly rubbing against the mare as she wore a pleased smile, her eyes closed. After Octavia asked about the song idea and what her plan was with it, Vinyl said, "Yeah, yeah, song later. Rest now." With that, Vinyl abandoned the embrace and scrambled up onto the couch before lying down on it and reaching her hooves out for Vinyl like a child grabbing at their just-out-of-reach stuffed animal. "C'moooon, sleep with me, Octypus," she begged, her intentions not matching up with her words as she involuntarily widened her mouth in a yawn, her glasses still covering her eyes.