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¹⁸. ᴾᵃʳᵗʸ ᴾᵒᵒᵖᵉʳ

"Every mistake isn't its last."

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Tom snatched a vibrant red-checkered towel and briskly wiped it across his flushed face, the fabric absorbing the remnants of exertion. Meanwhile, Sonic and (Y/N) lounged nearby, their laughter resonating through the air like a contagious melody.

"Nice work, Romeo!" Sonic exclaimed, a playful tear escaping his eye as he addressed Tom.

Amidst the buoyant atmosphere, Tom emitted a synthetic laugh, attempting to mask an underlying tension as he took a sip from his drink. "Hahaha, glad you're both having a good time," he chimed in, his tone betraying a hint of unease.

"Yeah, way to impress a girl, Tommy boy!" (Y/N) teased, her laughter infused with playful mockery.

Undeterred, Tom retorted with a mock chuckle, his sarcasm palpable. "Oh, really? Well, I don't need to impress a girl because I already have a girl!"

Amused by Tom's response, (Y/N) continued the banter, her tone dripping with jest. "O-ho! Who's the lucky woman?" she inquired, a mischievous glint in her eye.

With a satisfied smile, Tom proudly disclosed, "Maddie."

"So you got a girlfriend, huh?" (Y/N) teased further, punctuating her remark with a wink.

"A wife, actually," Tom corrected, his pride evident in his response.

"A WIFE?" Sonic exclaimed, his surprise mingling with congratulatory awe. "I mean, yeah. Way to go, Donut Lord!" he added, his nerves betraying his attempt at celebration.

Acknowledging Sonic's words with a tentative nod, Tom responded, "Thanks, I suppose," his uncertainty hinting at a deeper introspection.

"No problem.. ROMEO!" Sonic cooed once more, a laugh vocalizing out of his throat.

"Ah, here we go again. You're quite enjoying yourself, aren't you?" Tom remarked with a scoff, (Y/N) joining in with a slight chuckle. A few men from behind observed the exchange with curious eyes.

"Oh, I am having a blast! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?" Sonic rhetorically posed, the group of men lurking behind him and (Y/N) becoming increasingly noticeable. Tom chuckled tensely, his gaze fixed on the approaching gang, his expression shifting to one of seriousness.Noticing Tom's change in demeanor, both Sonic and (Y/N) turned to see a group of elderly men loitering nearby.

"Uh, can we help you?" Tom inquired tentatively.

"We don't like your kind around here." Growled the man in the grey shirt, his tone laced with hostility.

"Our type? What type is that?" Sonic retorted, his tone tinged with offense.

"Hipsters," the man exhaled disdainfully.

"Oh, how dare you!" (Y/N) gasped, her features contorting into a displeased pout.Unwilling to escalate the situation further, Tom attempted to defuse the tension.

"Well, you know what? We were just about to leave anyway, weren't we, guys?" he suggested, gesturing for Sonic and (Y/N) to depart. However, Sonic seemed reluctant to leave and held onto (Y/N) as if reluctant to let go.

"No, no, no. It's alright," Sonic reassured Tom before turning back to him after a brief wave of his finger.

"No, no, no. We're leaving." Tom reiterated firmly."I know exactly how to handle this situation," Sonic declared calmly, seizing Tom's empty drink for dramatic effect. Clearing his throat, he prepared to deliver his impromptu speech.

"Pop quiz, hotshot. You just picked a fight with a poorly disguised hedgehog along with another poorly disguised hedgehog—" Sonic began, pulling (Y/N) closer to him, her expression betraying her anxiety.

"I've got nothing to do with this," she murmured quickly, retreating to her stool.

"—who's seen way too many action movies. What do you do? What. Do. You. Do?" Sonic continued, resuming his speech before accidentally bonking the glass drink on his own forehead. To his surprise, the glass didn't crack.

"Huh. Am I crazy? It's supposed to break, right?" Sonic shuddered, a tinge of confusion coloring his tone.

"Dink. Dink-dink!" He mimicked, tapping the bottle against the man's forehead in a futile attempt to shatter it.

"Break, please. Break, please. Break this bottle, please. Please, please, please," Sonic muttered, his frustration mounting as the glass remained intact. (Y/N) flashed a nervous grin, inwardly cringing and clenching her teeth at the escalating tension.

"Uh, Sonic?" Tom stammered, his apprehension evident as he observed the man's growing anger. Suddenly, the man launched a powerful punch, prompting Sonic to swiftly evade it with an alarmed,

"Uh-oh!"

However, Tom inadvertently intercepted the blow, stumbling backward and colliding with a man clad in a black denim shirt who was holding a glass of liquid. The liquid splashed onto another man wearing a black leather jacket, eliciting a hiss of displeasure from the denim-clad individual, who retaliated with a punch to the jaw. Undeterred by the chaos unfolding around him, Tom sprang into action, delivering a punch to one assailant's stomach before deftly sidestepping a broken chair hurtling towards him. Amidst the commotion, Sonic couldn't help but chuckle at the unfolding brawl.

"Oh-ho-ho-ho!" he exclaimed, his amusement palpable.

"Nice going!" Tom shouted, his fists raised in a triumphant gesture, as the melee continued to escalate.