Sonic Scenarios

Dance with Me ~ Shadow ~

(F/n)'s hips swayed suggestively while the last few notes of the latest Mobian hit blasted loudly. She swatted off a few wandering hands, grinning as she felt her dress hug her lithe body as she sashayed her way to her table. Sitting at her destination, a Mobian friend of hers swigged a beer absentmindedly.

He watched her slightly scandalous dress make its way over to his table, aware of the many male Mobian eyes following his human friend with more than curiosity in their depths. As she slid into the seat, Sonic silently thanked Chaos that she had thought of asking him to go clubbing with her. Not only did he need a break, he and his friends had warned her more than once about going out alone, since there weren't many other humans on Mobius, and her body was much more fragile than any of his other female friends. Not to mention a bit more curvy... And with all the looks she was getting from the men in the club, he was once again grateful for his fame. No man would dare lay a hand on the hero of Mobius's 'claim.'

"Wow!" she panted a little, making him grin, the little sheen of sweat on her form making more than a few men groan. "That DJ friend of yours is sure something! You sure you don't wanna come dance with me?" She tilted her head slightly, hopefully.

He smiled. (F/n) had been dancing for a while, first just slightly swaying her hips, but as the whoops and catcalls faded a little, she grew more and more bold, eventually making it to the center of the throng, moving her tiny body to the beat. Sonic was slightly worried at first, but the DJ was his friend, and he put a word in with the bouncer, who wandered in from time to time to remove a few wandering hands. But (f/n) seemed to be able to take care of herself, dancing her little body away from the potential dangers.

"Nah, how bout' I join you after one more song?" He was relaxing. No Eggman. No Scourge. No Shadow. He and Shads used to be on good terms, but ever since a little incident involving some stairs, a purple hair brush, and a 'deadly' rubber duck, they weren't on speaking terms right at the moment.

(F/n)'s face fell. "C'mon Sonic! I put in a request for an upcoming song!"

"Alright, alright! I'm coming." Finally getting up from his seat, Sonic chugged the last of his beer, before getting pulled to the dance floor by his female friend.

Nervously, he tugged the bottom of his shirt. Yes, he was wearing nicer clothes. What, did you think he would be allowed in a upscale club wearing nothing but shoes and gloves? No, right now, nervously getting his groove on with the coaxing of (f/n), he wore a white dress shirt, with nice jeans, neglecting his gloves, but still donning his signature shoes.

And awkwardly moving his hips to the beat.

If you could call that to the beat.

But soon, cheers began to resonate from the crowd, all repeating his name and clapping their hands. With a slowly growing grin, he began to get bold, attempting bigger moves and crowd pleasing combos.

(F/n) smiled to herself, easily maneuvering away from the crowd slightly, but making sure to stay somewhat in Sonic's view. Relieved to finally have the club's main attention off her, she heard her song begin to play. She laughed softly, and began to move even more sensually to the music.

A fast paced song played throughout the building, and the muted lights reflected through blood red eyes. They followed the human female, their owners grip tightening against the drink in their ungloved hand. The shot glass protested against his firm grip, but finally gave in. It shattered, the strong alcohol coating his fingers. He cursed, shaking his hand out, and waved off the bartender, giving him the signal to just put it on his tab as the Mobian gave him a burning glare.

Returning his gaze to the swaying hips and wild but coordinated hands, he growled as an eagle moved in front of her, daring to place his hands around his human.