Tired
Chapter 3
When Tails walked into his hut, the first thing he noticed was the smell of coffee. He immediately went into the kitchen and found Amy sitting at the table, drinking coffee. He pointed to the almost full pot as soon as she looked at him.
"Mind if I have a cup?" He said, almost laughing at the expression on her face.
"Tails? I thought you worked until 7 tonight!" Amy said. He smiled at her.
"I finished the project I was working on, so Antoine gave me the day off."
Amy nodded, a smile slowly spreading across her face. "Cool, you can hang out with me all day! What do you want to do?"
He shrugged. "I dunno. Take Ritalin and read a book?"
She elbowed him in the ribs lightly. "Be serious!" She said chuckling.
"Well, it's beginning to rain outside, so ya wanna watch a movie?" Tails asked.
"Sure! That's a great idea." She said, jumping up. "Go pick out a couple of movies, and I'll be back with a surprise. She walked down the hall before Tails could ask any questions. He went into his hall closet and began going through his movies, which he seldom watched, mainly because he never felt like it. He picked out Pulp Fiction, Caddyshack, Dogma, and Dr. Strangelove. He set the tape to the start of the movie and sat on the couch. He waited for Amy to return. When she did, he got the surprise of his life. She carried with her a bong, two bottles of vodka, and a ounce of pot.
He was shocked and surprised at first, but he decided to just throw all caution to the wind. "You smoke pot?" Tails asked, still a little shocked.
Amy shook her head. "No, I just carry it around." Amy looked up from packing her bong to give Tails a blank look, which he returned before laughing.
He then nodded. "Yeah, that was a pretty dumb question." He got a thoughtful look on his face. "I was wondering why you had calmed down."
Amy laughed and handed one of the half-pints of vodka to Tails, who sat it on the coffee table in front of him. "I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get something..." He walked into his kitchen and pulled open a cabinet. He pulled out two triple shot glasses and closed the door. He walked into the front room and sat the glasses down on the table. Amy had finished packing the bong and was looking at him for a explanation.
"I've had guests...err..." He suddenly realized what a lame excuse that was in his situation.
Amy rolled her eyes. "Whatever Tails. Sit down, start the movie, drink up, and hit the bong." Tails smiled at her.
"Ok."
He started the movie he had chosen first, Pulp Fiction, and poured himself a drink. He drank the shot and Amy passed him the bong. He hit it lightly at first, then really started to toke it later on as he loosened. He released the carb and smoke cleared out of the chamber. He passed the bong back to Amy and blew the smoke out. They repeated this a few times, until the credit roll was over and the movie proper began. Then they just started taking shots. They were both buzzing good when the movie ended.
"That," Amy said, mixed with a sigh. "May have been the most mind-blowing movie I have ever seen." Tails had to smile at that.
"Wait till you see Dr. Strangelove."
They stayed up until midnight, drinking, getting high, and having a good time watching movies and enjoying each others company. When Tails noticed it was almost one in the morning, he stood up shakily.
"I'vew gota go ta work in ta mornin'. Night, Ames." He began to stumble toward his room, when he leaned against the wall and looked back toward Amy, who was still sitting on the couch.
"Amy?" She looked up at him slowly. She too, was tipsy.
"Yesh, Tails?" She said lazily.
"Thanks...For everything." Tails turned without waiting for a answer, walking into his room and closing the door behind him. Amy sat on the couch, a smile plastered on her face. She had a idea...
Tails was about to fall asleep in his pitch black room, when the door opened and someone stumbled in.
"Amy?" Tails slurred. His eyes were half-way shut.
The figure plopped down on the bed beside Tails, drawing him into a deep and passionate kiss.
"Just trust me."