Amy stared across the bar, her eyes unfocused. She was so depressed that Sonic kept refusing her flirting with him, always telling her that she was too young. Perhaps she was too young, which was why she had to find the sleeziest bar possible in order to be served drinks, but she certainly thought she was old enough. She had saved herself for Sonic for so long, but he was always interested in something or someone else it seemed. She sighed deeply as she took another swallow of her glass.
She glanced around, settling her behind against the barstool thoughtfully, and looked at the crowd. It was almost all males, and a great deal of them were looking at the young girl who had strode in so obviously. She seriously considered asking one of them out randomly, just to try to make Sonic jealous, but who was she fooling? She was too faithful for her own good, though certainly not too sober for her own good. As she continued to drink, she forgot about the males staring at her, and leaned her head forward, half snoozing.
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