"Spending time equals spending love"
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𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟷7
𝚃𝚘𝚖'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅:🤠🍩
Leaving the tray behind, I barged into the bar in search of Sonic and (Y/N). Boy, would they be in big trouble. I mean, c'mon, (Y/N) out of all people? I'd expect Sonic to pull off this but (Y/N)? really? Damn, she's getting influenced by him. But anyways, the atmosphere in the bar was incredibly bizarre. They had a rodeo mechanical bull you could ride, dart throwing, a lot of partying, and a bunch of people pulling shots and laughing. My lips tucked in, glancing around at every spot. But little did I know, I spotted two figures who seemed rather... diminutive. Quite short. People wouldn't bring their kids here, would they? I mean, unless they were irresponsible. I squinted my eyes to take a closer look. And..
Brotherhood Bingo.
I stride over to the duo, who are perched on bar stools, clearly enjoying themselves. With a disapproving scowl, I give their stools a sharp kick with my foot, causing them to turn towards me. As my gaze falls upon their outfits, I can't help but notice Sonic wearing a white cowboy hat atop his head, paired with a red dusty long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbows. And to add insult to injury, he's even sporting my sunglasses.
How dare he.
Turning my attention to (Y/N), I notice her attire: a (F/C) trimmed chiffon shirt with snap buttons, paired with a (F/C) patterned bandana tied around her head, the ends trailing down like a playful accessory. Her quills are neatly gathered into a ponytail secured by the bandana. Adding to her ensemble, she's wearing sleek black shades, giving her an air of mystery, and sporting a white hat similar to Sonic's. However, hers had included a golden star in the center with diamond tassels cascading from above, adding a touch of elegance to her look.
Where'd she even get that from?
They both were still wearing their usual shoes, but nothing extra.
"Howdy, partner!" Sonic yaps, pinching the tip of his hat to bow down.
"Oh! Fancy seeing you here, dude!" (Y/N) called after, having a touch of an Australian accent instead of having a Western accent because of her cowgirl appearance and attitude.
Who lied to her?
"I'm not your partner or your dude. Come on. We're leaving." I give the two a stern look and issue clear instructions.
"But there's a zz top cover band! You gotta see their beards!" Sonic responds, rotating to face behind as he listens attentively.
"You gotta catch 'em some other time-"
"You can spectate the game when our lives are not at risk. Let's go! Get up!" I whisper-shout.
"Such a scallywag." (Y/N) mutters, and I happen to neglect her judgement.
"If we stay, I won't say another word for the rest of the trip, starting... Now." Sonic solemnly pledges, holding his hand to his heart and raising three fingers, his gaze fixed on me in silent determination.
I glare at Sonic and (Y/N) for their unauthorized departure from the car, seething with frustration. However, my anger is stifled by the bustling atmosphere of the bar, preventing me from fully expressing my fury. With a resigned sigh, I try to compose myself just as a waitress approaches to take our order. After all, I remind myself, we are in a bar.
"Welcome to the Piston Pit. What can I get you fellas?" As the waitress approaches, ready to take our order, I prepare to speak, but before I can utter a word, the blue hedgehog interjects.
"Oh! I want nachos, buffalo wings, oh and guac!" Sonic enthusiastically answers, drawing the waitress's attention away from me and toward the talkative hedgehog. I shoot him a silent but incredulous "What are you doing?!" gesture, raising my arms slowly. Rolling my eyes at his idiocy, I watch as he continues talking.
"Funny word, isn't it? Guac, guac! Guaaac." Sonic says, sounding like a duck. I exhale coolly as he finishes, but (Y/N) seizes the opportunity to speak.
"Oh, by the way, can we get some nacho sauce for the nachos? And maybe a glass of water each. Thanks!"
(Y/N) smiles sweetly, her charm shining through even with the shades obscuring her eyes. The waitress jots down the order without even glancing at the piece of paper, her gaze fixed on Sonic and (Y/N). I use a swiping motion with my hand to silently signal the two to stop talking from now on, but the lady catches me in the act.
"Hey, no kids allowed in here. What do they have on, some kind of mask?" She questions, eyeing the hedgehogs suspiciously.
Thankfully, no kids are allowed in here. However, I still need to come up with a reasonable excuse. So, in that case,
"Oh, they're actually forty-three years old and, um, suffer from a very rare skin disease that stunts their growth and makes them look, uh, like that." I quietly explain to the waitress as we both return to the two hedgehogs.
"The face, I was born with. The confidence, I picked up along the way." Sonic heroically defined.
"Hm, and yeah, about the age, I'm not forty-three, mate. If I was forty-three, I wouldn't look as pretty as I am right now." (Y/N) boldly taunted, her tone dripping with sass.
The lady giggles in response to the hedgehogs' comments, finding their banter amusing.
"Make it a mello-yello, please." I publish, and the lady responds with a generous "Okay." before exiting with our new and only order.
I flop my cap down in relaxation of the trouble we almost had been exposed from.
"You guys owe me one." I remark, pointing a playful finger in their direction.
"I never sat on a barstool before!" Sonic claims. "Neither have I!" (Y/N) gasps,
"So squishy! Oh, look at this Tom, it spins too!"
"Yes." I roll my eyes. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Get it, (N/N)!" Sonic applauds, almost using Gen Z slang.
"That's nice." I mumble relentlessly. She then began spinning around on the barstool, until she became dizzy and paused.
"I feel sick." She announced happily and normally, her shades falling down on the floor after twirling around on the barstool from what could've taken hours for her to get used to.
"Are you having fun? Gonna check this off the ol' bucket list, huh? Big night for you all." I probed, impersonating a tick.
"What's a bucket list?" (Y/N) rejoindered, looking puzzled as her head slightly slants adorably.
"A bucket list is, uh... It's a list of things you want to do in life before you, well, kick the bucket." I explain to her.
"I've never kicked the bucket, either! Oh, I gotta make my list." Sonic interjects, swiftly pilfering a notepad from another waitress with his lightning speed.
All of a sudden, he begins jotting down an extensive bucket list of missions to accomplish.
"Uh-huh. Mmhm. Oh, Sonic~!" Sonic coos and chuckles, stealing a glance at (Y/N) with a blush on his face from what he had written. She cocks her head in confusion, and Sonic quickly averts his gaze, adding more bullet points to the list.
"Uh-huh." Sonic finishes his last point and stops writing, his expression turning gloomy and sorrowful. I notice this and clap my hands together on the table, glancing around discreetly to ensure nobody notices.
"What? What's the matter?" I inquire, concerned.
"There's so much stuff me and (N/N) haven't done. And now that we're leaving Earth forever, I guess we missed our chance." Sonic bitterly mentioned, his face visibly drooping with sorrow. (Y/N) gently touched his shoulder, empathizing with his pain. Sonic looked up at (Y/N) with gratitude in his eyes, appreciating the comfort and understanding being offered to him. As they stood there in silence, the weight of his emotions slowly began to lift, replaced by a sense of relief knowing that (Y/N) was there for him.
I give a small smile at the two being there for each other. Honestly, I would know how they felt too. This relates to me leaving my home town to stay at San Francisco. But, you know. They're planning to leave the entire planet, not just to leave the state. I think for a moment, hoping to do something to repay them. To help them. A sudden idea popped into my mind. Although I wasn't entirely certain about its feasibility, I couldn't help but feel that it just might work. A sigh escaped my lips as I silently prayed for the success of this idea of mine.
"Well, I guess this is the kind of place you could get a lot of living done in a short period of time. I suppose we could spare an hour."
"What? You're gonna bucket-list with us?" Sonic surprisedly questioned.
"Really!" (Y/N) chimed in.
"Sure, why not." I say with a deadpan expression.
"You won't regret this!" (Y/N) assured.
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I will." I doubt.
☆ ³ʀᴅ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ☆
3️⃣🗣
In just a few seconds, Tom, Sonic, and (Y/N) found themselves on the dance floor, a spontaneous addition to Sonic's bucket-list mission. With a mischievous grin, Sonic seized (Y/N)'s hand and twirled her around, prompting a startled yelp from her. As she teetered on the brink of collapse, Sonic swooped in, catching her just in time, and they ended up in a dramatic dip pose. Mesmerized, (Y/N) gazed up at Sonic, her hand inadvertently caressing his cheek. Blushing furiously, Sonic hoisted her back up.
"Care to dance, M'lady?" Sonic extended his hand gallantly, inviting (Y/N) to join him.
"Gladly, Sir Sonic." (Y/N) responded with a chuckle, her voice dripping with regal charm.
Taking Sonic's hand, they embarked on a simple yet elegant duet, twirling and swaying in harmony. Meanwhile, Tom observed the scene and attempted to navigate the crowded dance floor, but his timing was off. Accidentally colliding with Sonic and (Y/N), he sent them tumbling into each other's arms.
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A̶s̶k̶ (̶Y̶/N̶)̶ o̶u̶t̶ t̶o̶ a̶ d̶a̶n̶c̶e̶
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Tom confidently throws a dart, landing it perfectly in the bullseye. With a nonchalant swagger, he strolls past (Y/N), barely acknowledging her eye roll in response to his impressive shot. (Y/N) retaliates by tossing a dart in Tom's direction, but her aim falters, and it lands harmlessly under his feet. She pouts in frustration, while Sonic shoots Tom a warning glare, silently communicating to watch out with a flick of his eyes and a hand on his hip. Undeterred by (Y/N)'s failed attempt, Sonic rolls up his sleeves and grabs a handful of darts, swiftly launching them towards the dartboard. However, his aim proves to be less than stellar, and not a single dart hits the target. Instead, they scatter haphazardly, with one unfortunate dart finding its mark on the waitress they had encountered earlier. The cans she was carrying erupt in a fizzing spray, leaving her standing there in shock, drenched from head to toe.
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C̶o̶m̶p̶e̶t̶e̶ i̶n̶ a̶ s̶p̶o̶r̶t̶
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Another skip forward in time finds Tom engrossed in an electric basketball game, aiming to sink as many shots as possible. With focused determination, he grabs a ball, noting its fuzzier texture compared to the others. Without a second thought, he launches it towards the hoop, only to realize in astonishment that he's just thrown Sonic. As Sonic gracefully lands in the hoop, he settles himself comfortably, swinging his legs in playful triumph as the scoreboard lights up with a new record high score.
"Haha! New highest score!" Sonic exclaims, his voice echoing with pride and amusement as he mimics the game's announcer, adding an extra touch of flair to their impromptu achievement.
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D̶o̶ a̶ S̶L̶A̶M̶ D̶U̶N̶K̶
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Returning to the dance floor, Sonic and (Y/N) are now showcasing their cowboy and cowgirl dance moves with infectious enthusiasm. Sonic lets out a spirited "Yippe-ki-yay!" while (Y/N) echoes with a hearty "Yee-haw!" Their movements are filled with energy and grace, perfectly capturing the spirit of the Wild West. Not to be left out, Tom joins in the fun, gallivanting alongside them with the swagger of a seasoned cowboy. Together, they create a lively spectacle, drawing the attention of the entire bar with their infectious cowboy spirit and exuberance.
(Y/N) then after floats up taking Sonic with her, and he gets scared easily.
"Uh, can you put me down now?" He worried.
"Nuh-uh!" She responds.
Tom watches as she heads for the menu displayed. None of the customers noticed her and Sonic floating, so (Y/N) secretly changed the letters and words of the menu into:
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TODAY'S MENU:
POOPIE & DIAPERS
YO MAMA
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"Oh-ho-ho! Nice going!" Sonic laughs.
As they continue their adventure in the bar, Sonic and (Y/N) decide to ride the mechanical bull together. (Y/N) finds the experience exhilarating, laughing and cheering as she holds on tightly. However, Sonic, known for his need for speed, finds the bull's movements too sluggish for his taste. Despite his nonchalant attitude, he holds on effortlessly, his expression betraying a hint of boredom as he waits for the ride to pick up pace.
"Is this bull missing a head or does it have two butts?" Sonic jabbered.
Tom observes their enjoyment and finds it uninteresting, deliberately yawning. He then smirks as he grabs a quarter and inserts it into the highest level of difficulty, known as:
「 DEADLY
Desperado 」
Tom taps the box and Sonic and (Y/N) stumble upon the uncontrollable bull. Sonic hands onto the rail whilst (Y/N) holds onto him. They almost start flying as chortles at them.
"I'm a cowboy, baby! Ah!" Sonic yells.
He then falls away from the bull, and (Y/N) luckily floats up to avoid the collapse.
"Sonic!" (Y/N) shouts.
Sonic dashes back onto the bull standing up, pretending nothing happened.
"I'm okay!" He confirms with his thumbs up.
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T̶a̶m̶e̶ a̶ w̶i̶l̶d̶ a̶n̶i̶m̶a̶l̶
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As Sonic and (Y/N) were dancing, Sonic accidentally bumped into a woman. She turned around and noticed Tom standing behind her. Holding a small glass in her hand, she promptly spilled its contents on him, finding amusement in his boisterous behavior. Especially when he bellowed a, "Whoo! Yeah!". Tom stood there, now wet from the unexpected splash, as the woman stormed off in a fit of anger. Meanwhile, (Y/N) and Sonic couldn't help but chuckle at the situation.
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★ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 17 ★
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❥ It was kind of hard to do this in the end but i got the hang of it in the beginning! Sorry if the chapters take long to publish, the author does try to use her phone a bit longer and work hard but sometimes she goes a bit too far and spends three hours on her phone which is a bit unhealthy, so it will take time. Sorry!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed this very long chapter! <3
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