"So this is Casino Night?"

Cosmo and Tails grasped hands as they stared around at the crowds that surrounded them. It was about 6pm, and the place was absolutely packed. Different people screamed at random as they won the slots or played a good hand at poker.

Tails gripped tighter to Cosmo's hand. He didn't want to give off the impression that the two were dating, but he didn't want to lose his alien friend—not for NOW, at least.

The twin-tailed fox darted his gaze from person to person. Where in the world was Miles? He was supposed to be here, right?

Cosmo smiled weakly at Tails. She looked like she was ready to pass out. "C-can we please get something to eat and wait for the crowd to die down?" she muttered. "I'm claustrophobic."

Tails edged away slightly. Ugh. Alien vomit. "OK, sure," he replied, and led her out of the bulk of the crowd and into a restaurant called The Lucky Card.

Once there, Tails and Cosmo seated themselves and began flipping through the menu. Tails looked up warily at Cosmo, as she seriously looked like she was going to toss her cookies. "Are you alright?" the fox asked, placing his menu on the table. Cosmo hiccupped and nodded.

"Yes, just not used to the environment, I guess."

Both picked up their menus at that point to try and find something to eat. Tails rested his face on his gloved palm and looked around the restaurant anxiously. If Miles didn't get here soon, he was going to be in big trouble.

"What are you looking for, Tails?" Cosmo's quiet voice snapped Tails out of his thoughts. He smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, uh, no one in particular," he stuttered out. The alien smiled and lowered her eyelids some.

"You know, it's great to finally have dinner with each other," she cooed. "Ever since I met you, I couldn't take my eyes off you, you know…"

Tails hid his face in his menu as his pupils dilated. The fox gulped. Oh, no. Here came the guilt trip. He had been through so much to save Cosmo whenever they met in space, and now he was about to trade her off to a villain.

Before Tails could talk anymore, Cosmo got up from her seat. "I'm going to the restroom," she told him, and walked off to the back of the building. Tails watched her go as guilty thoughts still floated through his brain. Should I really—

"Tails!"

It took everything he had to keep himself from screaming. Miles suddenly slid into the chair that Cosmo had been sitting in just moments ago.

Tails growled, "What the heck are you trying to do, give me a coronary??"

"Shut up!" Miles hissed. "Just calm down. I'm here, see?"

And Miles had indeed arrived at Casino Night. His appearance was almost identical to that of Tails; the only differences were his shoes, which were instead the boots he normally wore, and his hair, which had the same style as Tails', but was gray instead of orange.

Tails stared at his anti in shock. He was almost too stunned to say anything because it was like looking into a mirror. "Holy snot!" he cried, in spite of himself.

Miles reached across the table and slapped his mouth over Tails'. "Sssh, you're drawing attention!" he whispered harshly as a few animals stared at the two in curiosity. Tails removed Miles' hand from his mouth and sighed.

"OK," he replied. "How are we going to go about doing this?"

"I have the perfect plan," Miles grinned as he snapped. "When the waiter brings drinks, you dump her beverage on her and run to get some paper towels. Then I'LL come back with them, and I'll lead her to my house!"

"Yeah," Tails rolled his eyes. "Look, how can you be sure she's going to fall in love with you?"

Miles wiggled his eyebrows cunningly. "Why wouldn't she? Besides, I'm practically you!"

Tails studied his copy for a few moments, lost in thought. Well, he was right, wasn't he?

Suddenly, the two gasped as Cosmo started making her way back to the table. "Quick, hide!" Tails ordered, and Miles was quick to oblige. Cosmo reclaimed her seat and smiled at the twin-tailed fox.

"Now, where were we?" she asked sweetly. However, Tails was once again interrupted as a waiter suddenly arrived at the table.

"Drinks?" he asked, whipping out a note pad. They both ordered water, and started flipping through the menu to find something to eat.

"I'm having steak," Cosmo told Tails. That sounded good to him, too.

"Yeah, me too," Tails replied. Then he put his menu down and rested his face on his palm again. Cosmo was quiet as well, leaving a very awkward silence.

The waiter couldn't have come sooner. After he handed each their water, he took their orders and left in a hurry.

Tails studied his brimming glass of water. It was ice cold. Was he really going to dump this on Cosmo just to get her out of his hair?

Just before the fox could pick up his water, though, he looked over and saw Cosmo getting queasy. "I-I don't feel so well," she moaned. Tails got up out of his seat to go and feel her forehead, only to have the green alien turn her head and barf all over him.

"EW!" Tails screeched as he gazed in horror at the red vomit that now covered his muzzle. "Cosmo, is that blood?!"

Cosmo frowned weakly. "N-no, my puke is just red," she replied. "Oh dear, Tails, I'm so sorry!"

"I'm gonna get some paper towels," Tails called and dashed to the men's room. He got a paper towel wet and started to wipe off the vomit, almost puking himself from the smell that came off it.

After all the puke (but not the stain) was gone, Tails discarded the paper towels and walked out of the bathroom. He was almost to his table when he noticed that Miles had in fact taken his place at the table! The plan was still on after all!

Tails hurriedly ducked behind a nearby chair and caught Miles' attention. The fox winked and Tails nodded. Silently, he said good bye to Cosmo, and walked out of the restaurant.

The drive back home was rather quiet, but Tails needed it to think. So, now that Cosmo was out of the way, there was only two things to do.

The first was to figure out what to do with Marine.

The second was to get some oxy clean and get that red stain off his muzzle.

Was I ripping off Who's Mrs. Prower? whenever I had Cosmo puking on Tails? I don't think so…anyway! Tell me what you think, OK?