SO SORRY! I haven't updated for over three weeks (I've been practising keyboard and drawing a lot) but I will now choose a day and isolate myself from everything else and just write. Promise.

DICLAIMER: I own none of the characters or drink brands, no idea if the club exists but I don't own that if it does!

Phoenix stood in the hallway of his apartment, waiting for either a knock at the door or a phone call from the man cancelling the evening completely. He was hoping for the former but, as the minutes passed, the latter became more probable to him. However, at precisely 7:30, Miles Edgeworth appeared on his doorstep in- what Phoenix could only presume- his casual clothes. He wore a pair of dark jeans, a plain white shirt and a very dark green jacket. Phoenix got the sneaky suspicion that these clothes had been bough purposely for tonight, as he couldn't see Miles ever wearing them in everyday situations. The two men greeted each other and Phoenix locked the door to his apartment before swiftly turning around and joining Miles walking down the staircase. Well, I say joining; Miles had reached the bottom before the other man had made it half-way down. Phoenix himself was wearing a pair of lighter blue jeans and a sort of camouflage patterned t-shirt. He had spent a long time looking through every single item of clothing he owned to find something that wouldn't look too scruffy or too formal, which was no easy task.

The two men got into the cab and Miles told the driver the name of the club. The drive was awfully quiet, but he supposed he should enjoy it as the noise of the club would soon be upon him; this is what he assumed the other man was doing, also. When they arrived, Edgeworth paid the driver and he said "You two have a nice time." With an added wink toward Phoenix at the end, he must have made the assumption that he and Miles were together as a couple, but he had the wrong end of the stick completely. It didn't help when his 'partner' replied with "We'll try to." 'We' was the word he had used, pairing them up into a single entity, and Nick wasn't sure how he felt about that. 'Why would he use 'we'? He's been acting very odd lately, the fact that he even agreed to come out is a huge anomaly with this man. Strange…' He was pulled from his thoughts, literally, by Miles Edgeworth who was tugging on his arm, it appeared he was taking up the sidewalk and an elderly woman in a wheel chair couldn't get past. He quickly moved out of the way, apologising to the lady and continuing into the club, neither of the lawyers noticing the word 'karaoke' chalked onto a blackboard on the wall outside. The two of them proceeded to find a place to sit, all the while Miles was still holding his arm, not that he minded, or did he? This was all rather confusing, but in any case he wasn't going to be taking his arm back any time soon. They were going to sit at a table near the window, outside most of the hustle of the dancers, when they saw someone they recognised very well.

"Oh God, Miles, its Larry." Phoenix whispered, just loud enough for him to hear and look up, seeing their childhood 'friend' sat with another woman that would probably have left him before the night was over. 'Wait, did I just call him Miles? Damnit thoughts, think Miles, say Edgeworth!' If he noticed his first name being used, he certainly didn't mention it.

"Let's sit somewhere else, how about by the bar?" he suggested, and although it probably wasn't the best place to sit, they were quickly running out of options, as Phoenix saw Detective Gumshoe, along with Maggey and a few other police officers, walk towards the other side of the club and disappear in the crowd.

"Good idea." He replied, and once again was dragged off in the direction of the bar. When they got there, the prosecutor must have become conscious that he was still held of the other's arm, and quickly dropped it as if it was on fire. Phoenix chuckled and smirked a little.

"You were getting a little attached there, Edgeworth, thought I might have to slice you off." A blush rose to his cheeks and he looked down at the worktop, the barman made him jump and this only worsened his blush as Wright, once again, laughed at him.

"Can I get you two anything?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. One man looked to the other as if to say 'How should I know what you drink?' Miles spoke first, his face returning to normal colour now.

"We'll take a Strongbow and a" he looked to Phoenix, who completed the sentence

"A Carlsberg, please." The barman went away to get there drinks, but shouted "Pints, yeah?" Both men nodded and he continued to pour the drinks.

"Not what I expected from you, Edgeworth." The defence attorney stated, sounding surprised.

"Exactly what I expected from you, Wright." Was the reply, and the barman brought the drinks to them, Miles handed over the cash.

"Y'know you don't have to pay for the entire night." Nick said, unsure of how he would react.

"It's not like you can afford it, anyway Wright." Miles smirked and took a drink.

*Meanwhile, with Maya and Mia*

The cab drive was filled with conversation, Mia telling her little sister what it was like clubbing and how to get out of it if some guy she wasn't interested in came up to her. They arrived a little after eight and walked into the place together, double trouble for anyone getting too close for comfort. She glanced around and noticed Gumshoe and Maggey and headed over to join them.

"I'll go get drinks." Mia said, using this as an excuse to confirm what she thought she had seen. Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth, the great courtroom rivals, sat together by the bar ordering drinks. She almost laughed and went out of her way to make sure that she wasn't spotted by the two of them, it would be rude to interrupt and if they saw her she would surely be invited over. She picked up the two WKDs she had ordered and went back to join Maya. She had just sat down when suddenly, the lights went down and a man walked up on stage.

"As our regulars know, tonight is karaoke night and anyone who wishes to sing should write their name and song down on the list, which I am leaving here," he made a show of placing the clipboard down on the side of the stage near the steps. "As always, to start us off tonight is the wonderful Peggy Barton!" He finished the announcement and walked off stage, passing a woman of about 28 as she entered the stage. Music played and smoke billowed, Maya turned to her sister and said "Oh we just have to sing! But I can't choose which song…" she began to list a few songs, but Mia wasn't listening, she was too busy formulating a plan. 'Oh, this is going to be a fun night.' She grinned at her evil plan, thoughts flying through her head.

AN: Muhwahahahaaa! Mia is so mischievous in my mind, I can't help it. Hope you enjoyed, longest chapter so far! PLEASE review with any songs you want to be involved and who you want singing them. I do have a couple of my own but I'd love to hear what you want in here! Also, I don't see Miles as a cider person but everything else escaped my mind, apart from whisky which is too harsh for a first drink if you ask me, but what do I know? Love you reviewers: ardx, Missile.x and schlo5398 and everyone else who is reading this! I'll be back soon, no, really!

~Ema