DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, but I do own the story itself. WOW!

Summary: This is a NON-Script account of the time when most of the main characters from SA2 were invited to a party by an annonomous organiser. It involves karioke, but I've attempted to not be too corny, plus "Karioke" doesn't just mean cutting and pasting the entire lyrics to a song, because that is STUPID! *ahem* Aaaaanyway, if you're still reading (Yeah, right!), on with the thingy!

Oh, and R&R!
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Sonic sat on one of the high stools, slumped over the bar.

And he wasn't even drunk yet.

Next to him, Tails sipped tentatively at his orange juice, and glared somewhat moronicly into the middle-distance. A few seats away, Knuckles had his arm around Rouge, and they were laughing about something or another (treasure hunters seemed to have the strangest 'in' jokes that Sonic has ever heard) and, well, that was it, really. The music was on easy-listening background junk, the lights were dimmed, a lonely disco-ball spun forlornly, everything looked ready to go, but it was all just resting there.
As was he.
That was another thing: people. No people. This was meant to be a reunion- it was meant to be a PARTY, and here he was sitting there, wondering about the possiblity of asking the bored-looking barman to turn on the karioke machine. THAT would wake up the party!
He idly fingered his mobile phone, wondering whether he could get some laughing-gas piped in.
Or some sleeping gas. He yawned, on cue. Beside him there was another slurping noise, and then that distinct noise of somebody blowing bubbles in their drink using a straw.

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Amy squinted vaugly at her invitation card, and then up at the door in front of her. Yes, this did seem to be the place. It didn't sound very lively, but perhaps she had come early.
Yes, she thought, as she saw the car come round the corner, there comes somebody now.
Not being well-read, up on general traditions or, for that matter, remotely intelligent, Amy did not find it at all strange that the car that had pulled up behind her was a black Hearse.
She opened the club's door in unison with the opening of the car door, and slowly descended the steps inside.

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A club! To think, somebody had invited *him* to a club! Yes, it was definately addressed to Dr. Ivo Robotnik. A 'reunion' it had said. Reunion. Who was there to be reunited with? It sounded horribly like one of Sonic's tricks. But hey, if it was the this would be a perfect opportunity to test out that remote-controlled Destruct-O-Sattelite (patent pending).
Ah, yes, here was the road, and here the turining into the carpark. Eggman stopped his Egg Walker, and climbed out onto the ground.

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Sonic looked over his shoulder so quickly when he heard the footsteps that he almost fell off his stool. His mouth twisted into a painted grin when the aura of pinkness first hit his consciousness, followed quickly by the shape and form of Amy.
"Amy! So good to see you!" He lied "Well at least somebody interesting has turned up!"
"Hi Sonic!" Amy squealed. "Hi Tails!" She hugged each respectively "Oh, yeah, I saw somebody else too! Just behind me!" Amy wasn't one for drawn-out conversations, or, for that matter, drawn-out syllables.
The top of the stairs was hidden by the celing unless you were practicaly on them, but all heads turned to the bottom half of the stairs, which were in view.
There was a tortured groan of the heavy door open, then a gothic slam as it shut. The very air smelled of drama. There was the clump noise of heavy shoes descending a hollow wooden staircase.
Slowly, carefully, precisely, dramatically, a black hedgehog stumbled into sight.
He looked around, carefully, almost as if he were smelling the air.
His head snaked slightly, and his entire body swayed somewhat. His eyes suddenly clamped on the others, and he surveyed each one carefully.

At long last, he opened his mouth to speak:

"Fucking hell" Shadow said "I need a drink"

He blinked again.

"Am I late? Uh, sorry."

And with that, he half-stumbled, half-lurched over to the bar.

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Well, did you like it? I'm not going to try to explain Shadow being alive, it's pointless. Please R&R, love or loathe!