I got the idea for this story a couple months ago, and wrote the whole thing in three hours. I won't post the next chapter until I get reviews, though!
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I sat drowsily at the bar. I hadn't been drinking; I was just worn out by another one of my late - night missions. Being a government spy means getting up at three in the morning, four days is a row. It's no picnic, either. I get so stressed out…
"Hi, Rouge," a young woman greeted cheerfully.
I blinked at her. "Do I know you?"
Whoever she was, her face twisted into a shape of sheer desolation. She ran off wailing.
"Hmm." I yawned sleepily. "Must've known her. Sorry, kid,"
I better describe where I am so you don't start askin' later. It's a club -slash- bar sort of thing, but they don't serve alcohol. But they're not Amish either. I have no idea how they started up a non-alcoholic bar, but I digress. The old floor's wood, glazed so many times that you're walking an inch off of the boards. The walls are navy blue, and everything else is red and royal purple inside. And boy, you wouldn't believe how that fits into my story.
There weren't really many people there that night. It was rainy out, and the Station Square guys don't like rain. There were a couple of Mobians in here, some kind of weasel, and a fox - girl, and a bird. He reminded me of Arnold Schwarttzenager. Hee hee.
Then he came in. Oh, no, I thought, none of their group can see me like this! I have an image to uphold. When you've been up since three am., it's three am. again, and you're waiting for MORE orders, you can't keep your charming attitude going. This really wasn't the time for Knux to show up somewhere. Laughing along on either side of him were the Blue Blur and their foxy little friend. "Just great," I remember grumbling out loud.
Maybe if I turn around, they won't see me, I hoped fervently. Oh yeah? Another little voice contradicted. With this getup, it's either you or one of Charlie's angels!
"Oh yeah." I'd forgotten about the black leather jumpsuit I was wearing. Along with the black leather boots and gloves. All shiny and very snug. Trust me, work uniforms were never meant to look like that. Or be so darn itchy…
Well, maybe they'll be to busy to notice, I tried to reason. They're boys, they'll notice. the little practical voice again sneered. It almost sounded snide, like it had been waiting for this moment for a long time…
"No!" Sonic cried in agony. I started on the instinct that somebody'd been shot. I then forced myself to relax. They'll never notice me if I whip my gun out and start asking where the criminal went. (rolls eyes)
"Beat'cha again, Sonic!" Tails cheered with pride. "Speed is all about being able to think quickly."
Knux's voice came across the room next. "Looks like our buddy here's talent is losing quickly."
"Hey!" Sonic whined. I pictured playing cards strewn all over the table and Tails and Knux grinning.
"The one I'm good at is war," the echidna bragged. "I'm an expert."
Tails's delayed response followed the previous comment. "Knuckles, the game "war" is based on pure luck." He and Sonic started laughing.
"Hey!" This time it was Knux's turn to be indignant. I wondered cheekily to myself if I'd get to hear him laugh tonight…
Sonic's laughter ceased. "But that's true, Knux. You do have incredibly sweet luck."
I warmed my hands over my coffee cup (that must've looked strange,) as I thought, It wasn't LUCK! It was fate that brought us together… I slapped myself mentally. You dummy! My practical judgment scolded. Don't think things like that! You'll start speaking your mind, you're so tired here. I shuddered. That would be humiliating!
"I'll show you two," the echidna went on. "I'm gonna play War with the next person I see and win- hello!"
Shoot. He saw me.
I heard Knux approaching me from my left and tensed up. "Miss, might I offer you a card gam- Rouge!"
I blinked at him. "…? What's a Knucklehead like you doing here?"
He leaned on the counter, fumbling for words. "I, uh, just… followed Sonic and Tails here, I guess. What… are you doing here?"
I held up my mug. "Coffee."
"Uh- yeah." He blinked self consciously. (He's so CUTE when he gets shy!) "Well, do you know any… card… games…?"
I smiled. "Yeah. I do. Why?"
"Well, I was just wondering if you'd like to play War with me. Un- unless you don't want to."
I smiled. "No, I'd like to." I was too afraid to say 'love to,' and the more I thought about it, the more obvious that seemed. I followed him a bit self- consciously back to the long sofa that reached around the corner and sat across from him, beside Sonic. This was going to be an interesting night…
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Again, I'm NOT writing the second chapter unless you review! Ya HEAR me?
Sara: Hyper today, Rouge?
(giggles crazily) NO, NoT rEaLlY ... hey, did I spell "Schwarttzenager" right?
Sara: (sighs)