Look At Me Now

Trinita: Sorry, everyone. I SWEAR this story isn't dead. Believe me!

Chapter #5:

Blaze stood in front of the mirror as she checked herself out. With her black and red strapless party dress, a pair of matching stilettos, and her hair in a ponytail, this kitty didn't look half bad. However, did she look good enough to party with SILV at a super-exclusive nightclub?

"I don't like it."

"No!" Rouge barked, standing up, "You've said that for the past five outfits. That one stays on!"

"But we're talking about SILV!" Blaze whined, "I want to-''

"Impress him?" Rouge guessed.

Blaze blushed, looking at her figure. Was her butt poking out?

DINGDONG!

"Too late to change now" Rouge chimed, "so come on!"

"Oh god."

Blaze shivered as she opened her door and saw…a tall, dark female hedgehog.

"Um, hello" Blaze said, half-relieved that it wasn't Silver, "can I help you?"

"My name's Melissa Kane. I'm Mr. Silver's chauffeur, and I've been sent to retrieve Miss Blaze?"

"That's me. How come-oh, of course. He's SILV. I keep forgetting."

Melissa smiled as Blaze and Rouge exited the condominium, giving each other wild looks. I mean, what other person did they know who had a chauffeur?

"I can't believe Silver agreed to let you take me along" Rouge whispered, "…why?"

"I was nervous" Blaze admitted, "I guess Silver knew and thought that you being with me would make this a little better."

"I feel like a third wheel on a date" Rouge said, pouting, "I should've brought Shadow."

"Call him. I'll have Silver pick him up if you like."

"Really?" Rouge was beaming ear to ear.

"Of course" Blaze said, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

Outside, Melissa led the two Fobians to a limo two blocks down. This was done so that suspicion about who was in it wouldn't be raised. When Blaze opened the back door, there was Silver, forcing a shot of whiskey down his throat. Guess he was nervous, too.

"Silver!"

"Oh-hack!"

Silver beat his chest, the whiskey burning his insides.

"Hey, Blaze. Hi, Rouge."

"That's not how you shoot whiskey."

Rouge slid into the backseat, took a shot glass, and took the whiskey down in a swift movement.

"The quicker you do it, the less it burns. Blaze, ya' coming in?"

"Why do I take you anywhere?"

Blaze sighed, slid into the back of the limo, and felt the purr of the engine as Melissa drove off.

"Happy you two could make it" Silver said, "Blaze, is there anyone else?"

"Oh, right!"

Rouge pulled out her cellphone.

"Hey, baby! It's me, Rouge. Wanna' go clubbing tonight? Well, then get dressed. Like, now! I'm ten minutes away from where you live. And no more Old Spice cologne. God, that smells awful."

After Rouge hung up, Blaze said, "Yeah, there's one more person. Pick up her boyfriend Shadow for me, please."

Fifteen minutes later, Shadow was staring up at the ceiling of a black Hummer Limo.

"Am I dreaming, Rouge?"

"No. Now, close your mouth. You look pathetic."

All of a sudden, the limo stopped.

"We're here!" Silver announced, childishly smiling, "Club Havanna!"

"Don't they have, like, a three month waiting list?" Shadow asked.

Before Silver could answer, Blaze said, "He's SILV, Shadow. He can get us into anyplace at anytime."

When Melissa opened the limo door, the roar of the waiting crowd popped Blaze's ears. Yeah, she knew Club Havanna was hot, but how many people actually came here?

"You okay, Blaze?"

Silver took the Fobian by the hand.

"Oh, yeah. I'm just nervous. Never been to a club before."

Silver giggled and dragged Blaze out of the car. The crowd was even bigger than she thought; the flashing lights had just gotten in the way. There was a waiting line that went at least three blocks down, and more than half the line was made up of Silver's fans. They was screaming their groupie hearts out, and started shrieking when they saw that Silver had a lady friend with him.

"Am I in trouble?" Blaze whispered, eyeing an envious SILV fan two feet away.

"No" Silver said, giggling, "They're my daughters. You're my friend."

So there's a difference, Blaze thought, Doesn't feel like it.

Inside the nightclub, neon lights were bouncing off the dark walls.

"Now this is awesome!" Rouge exclaimed, "Blaze, we should've came here when we were single!"

"What's wrong with not being single?" Shadow asked, eyeing his girlfriend.

Rouge blushed.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Shaking her head, Blaze made her way to the bar. The bartender was a tall, slender Fobian dog. Her hair fell way over her eyes, so she looked demonic.

"What can I get you?"

"Two cinnamon whiskey twists, please."

Blaze turned her head to see Silver sit next to her.

"Put it on my tab, Shela. Blaze is a friend of mine."

The Fobian canine chuckled as she said, "Finally gettin' a lady, huh, SILV?"
"What? Oh, no! It's not like that. Blaze is just a friend who so happens to be a girl."

Blaze blushed in embarrassed. How many times did the world have to remind her that she wasn't Silver's girlfriend?

Once the bartender handed over the drinks, Silver and Blaze got to talking.

"Silver, I'm guessing you come here often."

"Only when I need to clear my head. I usually don't have an awesome friend to come with, so I don't stay long."

Blaze smiled like a kid.

"Am I that awesome friend?"

Silver giggled and exclaimed, "Well, yeah! Hey, wanna' dance?"

Dance? Me, with Silver? Say no, Blaze, say no!

"I'd love to."

Putting his drink down, Silver took Blaze by the hand and left her Rouge and Shadow behind. The dance floor was packed, but, apparently, Silver didn't care. Blaze shivered as she felt the roughness of Silver's shirt up against her shoulders. This was insane. She couldn't dance, she wasn't Silver's girlfriend, yet she was dancing with him in a dark nightclub after having cinnamon whiskey twists. She was definitely kidding herself, but she liked it. A lot.

"Blaze, you're great at this!"

"Don't tease me, Silver. You know I suck at dancing."

Silver spun Blaze around so that she was looking him right in the eye.

"No, Blaze. You are good. Honest!"

"…I know you're lying to make me feel good. You can keep lying. I love it."

For the next hour, Silver and Blaze tuned everyone else out and danced like they were the only two in the room. Blaze couldn't help herself; she just had to bury her head in Silver's chest. His chest fur looked soo soft! Gently, she did just that. Silver blushed so hard, he looked like a tomato. However, he didn't tell Blaze to get off. He said something much more embarrassing.

"Blaze, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh…oh, um…uh…"

The Fobian cat really didn't want to say why she had done what she had done, but she had to.

"Your chest fur just looked really soft, and…I just needed to know if it was."

Silver's eyebrows went up in confusion. Blaze had to be crazy.

"Uh, Blaze?"

"Yeah?"

"I thought you said we'd be friends. Just friends."

Huh?, Blaze thought, What's he talking about?

"I meant it, too. Just awesome friends."

"But you're not acting like it" Silver pointed out, "You're flirting."

"No I'm not!"
Laughing, Blaze placed her hand on Silver's chest, which only confirmed Silver's thoughts. Blaze wasn't here to have fun friend time. She was here to flirt her butt off, hoping he would change his mind about dating her.

"Blaze, I'm leaving."

"Wuh-what? Silver, why?"

"Blaze, you're drunk! I mean, you're really drunk!"

"I am not!" the cat protested, stumbling a bit, "I just wanna' dance, SILV! Come on! What is it? Don't know how to dance with a girl?"

"What?"

"Shush! It's ok!" Blaze put her finger to Silver's lips, "I won't tell anyone you're too pathetic to date me. Haha!"

"Ugh! That's enough! I'm out."

Silver pushed Blaze aside, looking for the exit. However, he bumped into Rouge before he could love.

"Silver, where are you going? Where's Blaze?"

"Call her a taxi. She's drunk as hell and she-ugh! She just won't stop!"

Silver pushed Rouge aside as she screamed out, "Won't stop what?" He didn't answer her.

"Well, better find Blaze."

The ride home was quiet. Rouge and Shadow couldn't talk because Blaze was crying in the backseat of the rental car. Silver had ditched her. What had she done to be ditched? She couldn't remember anything except that Silver had left. She must've been a more worse dancer than she thought.

"UUUGGHHHAAGGHH!"

"Your first-and hopefully last-hangover."

"Shut up, Rouge!"

Blaze stumbled out of the bathroom, her eyes swollen.

"I remember now. Oh, I acted like such a slut! Silver won't talk to me again. God, I'm pathetic!"

"No. You're an idiot who doesn't know how to hold her liquor…probably 'cause you don't drink enough."

"Thank you for your support" Blaze scoffed, walking to her couch, "I'm serious. Silver's mad at me. What do I do?"

"Give him some room and stop worrying so much. He just needs a little time. Besides, Blaze, you gotta' hand it to him- drunk you is kinda' scary."

"Yeah" Blaze whispered, tracing the lines of her palm, "Lovesick me is even more scary. So much for having Silver as a friend."