A/N: Thank you, Crazy Muffin Assassin, for editing, proofreading, and the idea for the bar fight.
Silver's POV
"B-blaze? What're you doing here?" I stuttered. Blaze said nothing as she walked over with an angry scowl on her face. About halfway between the door and me, I realized just how bad the situation truly was. She was wearing a dress I had never seen before. And she was wearing make up; she never wears make up. She comes here all dressed up and she sees me being kissed by another women.
Then Joseph intervened. It might have being alcohol's influence dampening his decision-making ability, bravery, or just plain stupidity. Whatever it was, it overruled his common sense and survival instinct.
"Wait, wait!" he said, holding up his hands. "Don't kill 'em yet. Hear me out, then-" But before he could finish, she pushed him out of the way and he hit the wall with a dull thud.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Blaze hissed so quietly I could barely hear it. I've never seen her this mad before. I would rather do anything else than be on the receiving end of Blaze's anger.
"B-blaze I-I can explain," I couldn't hold still; my hands were shaking and I was suddenly drenched in sweat.
"Not you! I'll deal with you later," she growled. Blaze turned to the fox and glared at her. "What do you have to say for yourself?"
The fox smiled coyly and calmly said, "I can see why you're marrying him. He's a great kisser." Wrong answer! Saying something like that is about as stupid as banging two pieces of plutonium together, or pulling a fake switchblade on Shadow.
Blaze's fist clenched and her jaw tightened. Her hands started smoldering and tears welled in her eyes.
"Stay away from my fiancé, you whore," Blaze growled as she sprung forward. The fox had little time to react as Blaze's fist collided with her face. She flew back into the bar holding her now bleeding nose.
"Y-you bitch! What the hell was that for?" she shouted.
"You know damn well what it was for!" Blaze shouted back. The fox picked up the nearest thing she could throw at Blaze, which happened to be my drink, and heaved it at her head.
Blaze leaned to the side, and the bottle of beer sailed over her shoulder, avoiding her entirely, but hitting some innocent bystander instead.
The person sitting next to the guy who got hit with the bottle started laughing profusely. The guy who got hit with the bottle didn't find his situation all that funny and decided that the appropriate course of action was to punch out the person laughing at him.
And with that, all Hell broke loose. Fights popped up everywhere. It was as if everyone secretly wanted to beat up everyone else in the club. And at that exact moment, the floor was no longer a safe place for me to be lying down on.
The safest place seemed to be outside, so I made a beeline for the door. It was slow going and full of peril. I caught many stray punches, mostly aimed at my face. When I made it to the door, I shot out of the club like a bullet from a forty-five.
After the adrenaline wore off, the pain kicked in. I limped into the alley next to the club and took a seat. I had several bruises and I bit my lip. I leaned my head back against the wall. Jeez, I really screwed up. Blaze is mad at me and everyone was there to see it. I'm getting married tomorrow for crying out loud. I'm definitely sleeping on the couch tonight.
I'm such an idiot! I thought to myself. Damn, the only thing that would make this worse is if Blaze's parents were there.
"Silver? Are you out here?" It was Blaze. I was tempted to not say anything. Not because I didn't want to talk to her, but because I'm not entirely sure she's not going to hurt me. I wrestled with my conscience for a moment, but in the end, I decided to answer her.
"I'm over here," I said, raising my hand so she could find me. Blaze walked over and sat down next to me.
"If you're going to hurt me or yell at me, just get it over with." Blaze smiled.
"I'm not going to hurt you." I relaxed a little. I've read my fair share of books with fickle irony, and from my experience, when it's not a fight, it's shouting.
"But aren't you mad?"
"I guess I'm a little mad, but I can't blame you for being attractive, can I?"
Shadow's POV several minutes earlier…
"What the hell are you doing?" a voice shouted from across the club. Wait a minute. That sounded like…Blaze! Sure enough, when I looked in the direction of the door, Blaze and the other girls who went with her to her bachelorette party were there. I'd say Silver's screwed.
"Uh oh, Silver's in trouble," Joseph crooned. "Better go help 'em out." Joseph walked in front of Blaze, only to be roughly shoved out of the way. Blaze shouted at Silver and the fox for a bit before punching the fox. The fox retaliated and threw Silver's drink, which missed by a mile and hit someone else. The victim of the drink punched the guy sitting next to him. Fights erupted from all over the place.
Joseph, in the midst of all the fighting, with the grace of a jungle cat and the obliviousness of a stoned hippie, walked up to the offending fox and started flirting with her. He just walked over, through a veritable mine field of thrown objects and people falling on the ground. He stepped over fallen fighters and leaned out of the way of anything that might hurt.
Just like the way he went, he came back, as nonchalant as ever. How does he do that? "Dude, this is yer perfect opportunity. Sky is right over there."
"What?" I couldn't hear him over the racket the other people were making.
Joseph leaned in a little closer. "Sky's over there. Go up to her and do what I taught you to do. Maybe the two of ya can sneak out durin' the commotion."
"I'm not talking with a British accent. She already knows what my voice sounds like." A person staggered backwards and fell onto the table Joseph and I were sitting at, effectively breaking it.
"Ok, fine, forget the accent. Just go talk to her," But just as I was about to get her attention, Angus ran into me. I lost my balance and fell over, slamming my head on the floor.
"Angus! What the hell was that for?" I shouted. I got back to my feet.
"Don't get yer knickers in a twist!" Angus shouted back. "An' it was that prick that pushed me!"
"Well, go away! I'm…" I growled. I looked over just in time to see Sky leave followed shortly by the rest of our friends. "Damn it," The diminutive guitarist stormed off to teach that "prick" a lesson he'll not soon forget.
Joseph walked over to me. "It take it it didn't go well?" he asked, gesturing to the fact that I was lying on the ground.
"It didn't happen. Angus landed on me."
"Just like Townson in '79," Joseph muttered. "Good times, mate. Guess you'll hafta talk to 'er later."
I sighed. This is becoming more trouble than it's worth.
Silver's POV
"So that's what happened," Blaze said in response to my explanation of the incident at the club.
"Point of view is a bitch, isn't it?"
"Oh, so that was her name?" Blaze and I each let a small smile show at her statement.
"Silver! Blaze! Where are you guys?" It was Sonic and the others.
"Over here," I replied. I stood up and then helped Blaze up.
"There you guys are. What did you do, get lost?" Sonic grinned.
"Nah, it's just outside seemed to be a safer place to be. I don't like bar fights much."
"Well, the others are already starting to leave…"
"You guys go on. We'll catch up in a minute," Blaze said, putting a hand on my shoulder. Sonic flashed a devious smile as he walked off.
When Sonic was out of earshot, we started talking again. "I can't believe it's tomorrow," Blaze sighed.
"I know. Are you nervous?"
"A little. You?"
I pushed a few loose quills out of my eyes. "God, I'm so nervous, I can hardly focus onanything."
"Oi! Pointy!" I grimaced. The accent and annoying nickname is utterly unmistakable. It could only be Marine. "Didya see which way the others went? I think they ditched me."
Blaze rolled her eyes. "They went that way."
"Thanks Blazey! Catch ya later!" Marine called as she ran of in the direction the others went.
We got back shortly after everyone else. We talked for an hour or two and they left. God, I'm exhausted. Wearily, I climbed the staircase to our room and crashed on the bed. The alarm clock next to my bed read quarter to twelve.
Blaze walked in wearing her nightgown, looking equally tired. "Only a few more hours left," she mumbled.
"I can't wait," I said as I got underneath the sheets.
"I love you," Blaze said, as she lay next to me. I wrapped an arm around her, pulled her closer and kissed her gently. I could feel her heartbeat beating in sync with mine.
"I love you too."
A/N: Next chapter: the wedding.