Chapter 4: The Night Out
''...Sometimes I can't stand that hedgehog! He have the nerve to think he's my boss, but really he isn't! If it weren't for me he would've been dead by now! Who do he think he is? Can't he just once appreciate my effort instead of pointing out every single flaw!?'' Cream listened intently at Amy's raging thoughts. Every clang and bang that was heard, Cream winced. Whatever Sonic did to make her this upset, he should apologize! ''I just want him for once...'' Amy breathed and closed her eyes for a minute. Cream grabbed a cookie and nibbled on it, afraid at what will happen next. Once Amy opened her eyes, no words came out. Instead she got to baking what she does best.
''Are you alright now, Amy?'' Cream asked. Amy turned to face her, smiling. ''I'm fine Cream. Thank you for listening.''
''That's what friends are for.'' Cream shrugged and pulled out some milk from the re-fridge. ''So, what are we baking for tomorrow?''
''Umm,'' Amy thought. ''Those strawberry danish cookies were on a roll some days ago. Unfortunately, I ran out some of the ingredients.''
''That sucks.'' Cream said, distractedly. She was looking for some flour and sugar, but Amy's apartment was so cramp that everything seemed out of place. ''I wonder what you are going to do about it.''
''I already picked up half the things we need.'' Amy replied. ''I have strawberries, whip-cream, the cookie dough,'' She thought for a second. ''What else am I missing?'' Cream was satisfied once she found the sugar, but frowned once she noticed there was no flour. ''Amy,'' She called. ''You don't have any flour!''
Amy shook her head. ''I need to start making a list.''
''Seems like Sonic is getting under your skin.'' Cream commented.
''He's giving me migraines.'' Amy huffed and walked into her bedroom. Cream stayed back silently and laughed. The phone began ringing and Cream pondered whether or not to answer it. ''Hello?'' She called to the other line.
''Amy?'' The voice was deep. ''Is this Amy Rose?''
''It's...Cream. Do you want me to forward a message umm-''
''Sonic.''
''Yeah,'' Cream nodded. ''I heard much about you.'' Amy appeared out of the room with her blue top- unbuttoned gown. She stared at Cream, confused. ''Who's that?''
Cream's eyes lit up once she saw Amy. ''She's right here. Hold on.'' She extended the phone for the pink hedgehog to answer. ''Who is it?'' Amy mouthed.
''Your one and only.'' Cream teased.
Amy rolled her eyes and took the phone. ''Hello?''
''Amy?''
''Who is?'' She answered, annoyed.
''Nice to hear your voice too.'' Sonic said sarcastically.
''What do you want?''
''Tomorrow in the evening you need to come over tonight. It's not Eggman, but I have a feelin' that something about to happen. And not the good kind.''
''I only fight when I see trouble. I don't hang around my employers.'' Amy stared at Cream and gave her a soft smile. ''Plus, I'm going to be busy tomorrow.''
''Doing what?'' Sonic didn't give her time to answer. ''That's right. Nothing.''
''I ought to-''
''Just be there.'' Sonic said, firmly. ''Tails built this new gear we can try out. Something used for riding much faster. Not that I need it anyway.'' Amy listened to his words, but she never minded them. She rolled her eyes every now and then when the blue hedgehog would say something to her. ''Sounds good.'' She mumbled. He continued to talk about nothing and she was ready to hang up on him. ''You're going to be there, right?''
''I told you I-''
''Be there or be fired.'' He let the threat linger in the air for a while. ''See you there.'' He hung up before Amy had any time to protest.
Cream winced once again hearing the cursing and swearing in Amy's voice. She clang and banged everything in the house and stomped off into her room, slamming the door. Cream breathed deeply before a few minutes went pass and Amy was dressed out of her pajamas. She was wearing short kinky black dress with stockings and small heeled boots.
''We're going out.''
''Where?''
''Anywhere!'' Amy heaved. ''I just need a drink!''
And it was true that they went out. They went to a small club on High-Drove and had a good time. The music was pumping and it was filled with many kinds. Some with lovers, many alone. Cream stayed close to Amy. She wasn't use to large crowds and was often paranoid when she caught guys looking at her. Amy took a another swing of her sixth drink. Cream wondered if she was drunk or still sane.
''Amy?''
''Cream.'' Amy had a hint of slurring in her voice, but not enough to prove that she was drunk. ''Keep them coming!'' She yelled to the bartender. A green bear appeared. ''Here you go, my lady.'' Amy took another shot and spat it out in distaste. ''What the fuck is this!? I didn't order this!''
The bear motioned to the sly grey enchida at the other end of the bar. ''In all respect my lady.'' He told her. Amy looked away in disgust at the flirting enchida. ''I'm done for now.'' She stood up and held Cream against her. ''Are you okay?''
''I'm claustrophobic.'' Cream told her. ''Can't we just go back to your place, maybe rent a movie?''
''I'm telling you,'' Amy shook her head. They were now on the sidelines of the dancing disco. They found a table seated for two and began rambling. ''Sonic is pissing me off!'' Cream rolled her eyes. The whole night has been about Sonic!
''Amy,'' Cream cut her off. ''Let the guy live his life and you live yours.''
''I'm tired of him!'' Amy hit her head on the table. ''I like him a lot, but I can't stand him! He thinks he can just tell me anything! He thinks he's the boss of everyone! And not to mention, how cocky he is!'' She looked up at Cream. ''You have no idea!''
Cream looked around at the dancing figures, uncomfortably and breathed deeply. She loved Amy very much as her very own sister she wished she had. After a few minutes, she grabbed Amy's hands and pulled her away from the table. ''Lets dance.''
''I thought you were claustrophobic?'' Amy sniffled.
Cream ignored the question and instead led her to the dancing figures. At first, it was hard getting to the beat for Cream since she wasn't the dancing type, but all the hours they were there she felt like she really gotten to know the place. For half the night, Cream stood by Amy, but once some hours passed Cream was alone on the dance floor. She was confused, but her mind was fuzzy from all the drinks she had.
Cream laughed once she saw Amy with the guy who complimented a drink to her. Was she flirting or arguing? Whatever it was, Cream had fun.