"FOR ALL THAT'S GOOD IN EQUESTRIA, VINYL, WAKE UP!!!" You shout directly into the snoring unicorn's ear, but only enough that you're not destroying her eardrums. But even then you doubt that'd do anything to wake her up. "COME ON, I HAVE DELIVERIES TODAY!!!"
That makes her stir, but she doesn't wake up as she wrinkles her snout and turns away onto her side, sighing contentedly.
"VINYL!!!" You climb over her blanket on her stomach and slide back down, tumbling against the mattress on impact. Given that the population was over twenty feet tall, Vinyl was pretty much you and your van's sole means of leaving the apartment. "WAKE UP!"
Finally she clenches her eyes and arches her back forward, stretching her arms towards you, but her eyes don't open as she pulls her arms around you and hugs you against her large, furry breasts. It's just as the tempting feeling of marshmallowy bliss arrives that you remember your duties and worm yourself out of her grasp and stand back onto the bed, desperately searching for anything that could wake her up.
Radio? No, that'd just make her sleepier…wait a minute!!!
On the nightstand against her bed is a glass of water. Quickly you run to the glass and lift it with both hands, which is about the size of a garbage can to you, and gently walk back along her mattress, careful to not spill any, but when you're back with Vinyl you heave its contents all over her face, some of it getting in her mouth.
That does the trick as she yelps in surprised and shoots up from the bed, coughing loudly. Her blue mane is absolutely soaked, and as she looks about for what the hell that was she looks down at you and the empty glass, frowning angrily.
"Tom, what the hay was that for?!"
"It's 8:45! I have a delivery to make in fifteen minutes!"
"8:45?" She looks to her alarm clock, its reading blank, and then looks to the clock on her VCR, which makes her gasp.
"Holy crap, Tom, I'm so sorry!" She tosses off the blanket and runs to her bathroom, grabbing her shades off the nightstand. "I'll drop you anywhere off on my way to the club!"
"Can you help me get the box on my van?!" The box is almost as large as I am, a large sticker stating "FRAGILE" on the side. Vinyl walks out of the bathroom with a towel around her mane, still brushing her teeth as she fits the box onto my van's platform and latches it tight.
"Where you headed?"
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