He recognizes a lot of faces from Green Hills High, many of whom have rainbow paraphernalia in support of the band. Squinting through the stage lights, Manic takes a cautious look at the audience, and his heart soars. The triplets take their places on the stage, and the fox sits at the audio/lights booth at the back of the bar. Sonic's is shades of green and blue with white in the middle Sonia's is the same in pink and orange Tails has one with purple, gray, white, and black and Manic has one on each wrist: pink, purple, and blue, and blue, pink, and white. You're family, after all,” she says warmly, her gaze lingering on the striped wristbands they're all wearing. “Yeah!” Sonic jumps up excitedly and drains the last of his virgin cocktail. “Hey y’all.” A burly jackrabbit pokes her head in the room. “We can still call them out while we're performing,” Sonic smirks, and sings off the cuff to the tune of the chorus of The Sharpest Lives, “You in the back in the red shirt! I'm gonna kick out your motherfucking teeth!” The other three snort with laughter.
“Even if they are homophobic or transphobic.” “That doesn't make it okay to beat people up!” Tails argues. “Sugar sees enough bar fights at this place, it won't bother her.” “If anyone from school shows up and tries to start shit, I'll jump off the stage and introduce them to my boot.” Sonia ruffles his bangs.
“I dunno, I guess I'm just worried that someone's gonna, like, egg us or something.” “People at school have been really cool about you.” “What are you nervous about?” Sonic asks from across the table. “This is the first time we've had a show since the football game.” “Hey.” Sonia places a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Manic anxiously adjusts his shirt as the trio (plus Tails) hang out in the employee break room of the local bar.
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