Chaos Corrupts Absolutely

Chapter 6

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[Time - 4:15 P.M.]

[Date - June 30th, 23XX)

(Location - Station Square, Central District)

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Getting out of a taxi cab, Sonic held the door open for Amy. "I still don't get why we had to take a taxi. I'm the fastest thing alive, I could have gotten here in two minutes instead of thirty."

Handing over some cash to the taxi driver, Amy smiled prior to sliding sideways on the seat, swinging her feet out of the cab and standing up. Digging inside her purse for a moment, she found a small hairbrush and used it to straighten her quills. "Because I'm wearing high heels and I'm not about to walk twenty blocks in them. You need the rest anyway." Slipping the brush through her quills, she tossed them side-to-side in advance of returning the hairbrush to her purse and closing the door to the taxi. "I know you want to run, but after not being yourself for ten days, your body needs to take it easy and not just jump right back into it."

"Oh please..." Sonic rolled his eyes. "I'm the blue blur. Ten days wouldn't take me out of the game."

"Says the guy who showed up on my doorstep at two in the morning, ready to faint." Amy poked his side jokingly.

Grumbling, Sonic walked with her down the sidewalk, passing several restaurants as they did. "Touché."

A quarter of a block from where they were initially dropped off, they came upon the place Amy had made reservations for. It turned out to be one of the places recommended by the news broadcast during their yummiest food of the month segment. Little Franche-Comté; the sole location of super luxurious french cuisine in Station Square. The building itself was gigantic, dwarfing the majority of restaurants on the street. In fact, since it was such a unique venue, it was a massive hangout spot amongst the European tourists from Spagonia or even the local upscale clientele. Because of this, it had enough money to afford its own wine distillery, lounge, art gallery, ballroom and of course, a penthouse restaurant with a gorgeous view of the city. Due to all these amenities in a single structure, it wasn't a surprise that it had a line out the door.

"Here we are!" Amy squealed with glee.

Sonic merely looked on in disbelief. "This is the place? Here?" Shaking his head, he continued "This place is expensive and the wait time must be outrageous! Look at all those people twiddling their thumbs!"

Amy tugged his arm, pulling him toward the entrance of the building. "These people don't have reservations like us. Now, come on. I don't want to be late."

'We wouldn't be late if you had just let me run here.' He thought to himself as she kept tugging him through the doorway, passing the long line of people who were still waiting to get inside.

"I know what you're thinking." Amy cracked wise as she pulled him over to the greeter. "Unless you planned on carrying me bridal style, the taxi was our best shot..." Smirking, she proceeded. "I mean, if you did plan on carrying me that way-...?"

"No way!" He refused.

"See?" She giggled. "So, quite griping."

Approaching the greeter sitting on his stool wearing a clean pressed tuxedo, the two hedgehogs waited for the human to finish serving other customers before he turned in their direction. "Bonjour, la petite madam and sir." He spoke to them in a french accent. "How may I help tu?"

Amy slid her hand down Sonic's arm in advance of entwining her fingers with his. "Hi there! My boyfriend and I have a reservation for the restaurant tonight."

Sonic's face contorted as he displayed an expression of sheer horror.

"Magnifique!" The greeter exclaimed with a big smile. "Tu may use the lift to reach the top floor. Passe une bonne soirée."