Y/N thought she had left her past behind. After barely surviving her final mission with A.E.G.I.S (Advanced Enforcement Group for Interspecies Security) she walked away from the life of combat and secrecy, trading it for the quiet comfort of a coffe...
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The scent of warm food filled the ship's common area, a rare sense of comfort lingering despite the tension that clung to them all like a second skin. The long table was cluttered with dishes, bowls, and scattered silverware. Steam rose from fresh plates, a stark contrast to the cold weight pressing down on their chests.
No one wanted to say it aloud, but they all knew—this could be the last meal they shared together.
But for now, they pushed the thought away.
Laughter rippled through the room as Knuckles slammed a hand down on the table. "You're on, Rouge," he declared, reaching for the bottle between them.
Rouge smirked, swirling the dark liquid in her glass. "You sure you can handle it, tough guy? I'd hate to have to carry you to bed after you pass out."
Sonic chuckled from across the table. "Oh, this I gotta see."
Amy rolled her eyes but smiled. "You're both ridiculous."
Tails sat at the far end, half-listening as he absentmindedly tinkered with a small device in his hands. The faint blue glow from the screen illuminated his face, his brows furrowed in concentration.
Y/n sat near him, quietly watching as everyone settled into their own distractions. It felt surreal—this normalcy. The way they joked, ate, and teased each other. Pretending for just one night that they weren't heading into what could very well be their last mission together.
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Knuckles grabbed the bottle and poured himself a glass, chugging the amber liquid without hesitation. He smacked the cup down with a loud thunk, grinning at Rouge.
"That all you got?"
Rouge raised a brow, unimpressed, before tipping her own glass back in one smooth motion. She barely blinked as she set it down.
Sonic whistled. "Damn. She didn't even flinch."
Knuckles scowled. "Lucky round." He poured himself another, eyes locked onto Rouge's as if this were some grand battle of wills.
"Face it, big guy," she taunted, swirling the liquor in her next glass. "You're fighting a losing battle."
Ten minutes passed, and the two were neck and neck—until Knuckles, leaning slightly in his chair, blinked sluggishly and grumbled, "This isn't fair. You're cheating."
Rouge grinned, leaning forward. "Oh? And how exactly am I cheating?"
"You—you gotta be doing something. You're tiny."
Rouge scoffed, dramatically placing a hand over her chest. "I am gracefully petite, thank you very much."
Amy covered her mouth, trying to stifle a giggle. Sonic was full-on laughing.
