It had started innocently enough.
Silver showed up at the party mostly because Blaze asked him to. She said it'd be good for him to "unwind" after weeks of training. What she didn't know was that the moment he stepped into the chaos of Sonic's fucked life.
"Silver! My fluffy white pal!" Sonic grinned, skating across the floor in his socks like a hyperactive child. "You made it!"
Silver smiled nervously. "Yeah, Blaze said it'd be fun and I-"
"Drink this!" Sonic said, already thrusting a pink cup into his hand. "It's called the Blue Typhoon. It's got fruit punch, chaos soda, and… something Knuckles found in his fridge. Think it was vodka?"
Silver sniffed it. It smelled like perfume and soda. "Uh..."
"Its not gonna drink itself!" Sonic said, tipping it for him.
Silver spluttered but swallowed. After tasting it, he said, "Whoa… that's… weirdly good."
"That's the spirit," came a deep voice from behing him.
Silver flinched as Shadow the Hedgehog stepped out from the kitchen, holding a glass of something that looked like a mix of all kinds of drinks and probably tasted like shit.
"Silver," Shadow said with grim intensity, "you don't party much, do you?"
"I-I mean, I've gone to parties before, but I usually just kind of-"
"Lame," Shadow muttered.
Sonic burst out laughing. "C'mon, you are so shitty!"
"I'm not bullying," Shadow said, pouring Silver another drink. "Allow me to set you free."
"Free?!" Silver looked between the two of them. "What is this, a party or a trap?!"
"Both," Sonic grinned.
Two hours later...
Silver was dancing with a house plant. He'd named it Blaze or something like that.
"She gets me," he slurred, sipping from yet another disgusting drink. "She never judges... not always..."
Sonic, across the room, gave Shadow a pleased grin "Dude, he's vibin'!"
Shadow nodded. "He's reached enlightenment."
"Or alcohol poisoning," Knuckles muttered from the couch.
And so, the psychic hedgehog's downfall was sealed—with peer pressure and a questionable smoothie that may or may not have contained expired juice.