Derpy in Reverse

Chapter II

   Derpy sat in confusion at her dining table. On the one hoof, He has a crush on her, on the other, he's dating Horny-Thorny.
   "You okay?" Vinyl asked.
   "Not really." Derpy confessed.
   "How about we head to the club?" The Dj suggested.
   "In my emotional condition, you know I'll drink to much." Derpy muttered.
   "Maybe, maybe not. Like I've told Octy so many times. Nothing better than some good old dubstep to cheer you up." Vinyl grinned.
   "Fine." Derpy rolled her eyes. She immediately crinkled her nose. " What am I going to wear?"
   "I dunno. Let's see your closet." Vinyl suggested. Derpy lead her to the next room. There were about five dresses, eight vests, and a robe.
   "Try on this." Vinyl said, using her magic to levitate a small, dark grey dress.
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   Derpy came out of the bathroom, wearing what looked like a thin piece of fabric.
   "Well?" She asked.
    "No. Unless you want stallions getting the wrong idea."
    "Okay," She shrugged, grabbing her gala dress.
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   "This one?" She asked.
   "Too fancy." Vinyl shrugged. 
    Derpy tried on the next dress. A large, but thin black skirt, with a sleeveless top.
    "That'll do," Vinyl said, in an irish accent, "How about shoes? Flats are probably the best for dancing. I would pick your vinyl, no pun intended, flats, or those flowery lace ones."
    "The lace ones are more comfortable." Derpy laughed, and put them on. Vinyl then used her light blue magic to get makeup from the bathroom.
   "Just blush and mascara please." Derpy said, firmly.
   "Why?" Vinyl whined.
   "I am going as Derpy Hooves. Not as Big Wig, the slut." Derpy muttered. [A/N: Big wig is an actual character. Look her up if ya don't believe me]
 
   After an hour, Derpy was finally ready. Vinyl didn't dress up, as she was the DJ tonight. Derpy decided she was available tonight, and would accept any flirting that came her way.

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   The pair arrived at The Lone Pony club, and opened the doors. The loud sound of dubstep, and the thick smell of incense, cigarettes, and alcohol fled their senses. Vinyl grinned, but Derpy gulped. Both mares stepped in.
   Vinyl went behind the record player, and Derpy went to the couch on the side. She planned on pony watching, until she found a decent partner.
   Lots of couples here tonight. Derpy thought to herself. Pinkie was there, dancing with Fluttershy. Figures. But, then Pinkie left to get a cupcake, and Guess who showed up? Rainbow Dash. Derpy rolled her eyes. Fluttershy, the two-timing mule. Derpy never liked Fluttershy. [A/n: If Applejack now likes Derpy, someone who likes her has to hate her.] Trixie was back in town; Heavily making out with Twilight.   Derpy continued to observe, noticing all the newest couples, and breakups. Derpy saw a flash of orange from the corner of her eye. Applejack was pinning somepony to the wall. Derpy was fascinated, and quickly became curious. She slowly stood up, and walked over to the dartboard. Much to her surprise, Applejack was pinning Rarity to a wall. Derpy sat in the chair, grabbed a copy of Music Monthly, and watched. Applejack would say something, and Rarity would blush, and vise-versa. This bored the grey equine to no end, and actually took interest in the magazine she was reading.
   After about nine minutes of reading why Gibson is better than Fender, Derpy suddenly felt eyes on her. She lowered the magazine, and saw a steel-gray stallion, not less than five feet away from her. He had a short, black mane, and a black leather jacket.
   "Oh, Um." Derpy said, flustered. He smiled, his blue eyes growing warmer. "My name is Derpy."
   "Nice to meet you, Derpy; Dance with me." He extended his hoof. As if on cue, Vinyl played a slow song.
   "I, um, are you," Derpy stuttered.
    "Your eyes." He said, saving her," They're different. Good different, but why?"
   "I dunno. Born with it. People used to tease me when I was younger, but I didn't pay them any mind."
   "I understand completely." The stallion nodded, flopping, one, two, large ears. "I was much smaller, when I was younger. My ears were the same size then as there are now.  But, I grew into them." Derpy nodded. Understanding.
   "What's your name? You never said."
   "I've had many names," said the stallion," But, I think you should call me Time-turner, for now." Derpy nodded. 
   Vinyl soon got tired of the slow song, and decided to override it with loud dubstep.

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