The Lounge

An area free of practice and battles. This boasts a bar, pool table, air hockey table, cable tv, and radio. It even is the site for the occasionaly canines-only party.

I sat on a large couch, having a painful hangover. Raki-spirit came in. "Blaze? I have something to tell you." "Carnit wait urntil mah head feels beeter?" I said, still drunk. "But..." "Wut did I just get frew tellin yew?" "But Blaze!" "Wut!?" "I've talked to the erm... Highest power..." "Er hmm?" "And he said that me, Wave, Zapper, Quake, Mom, and Dad..." "Wut aboot em?" "He said... Well, he said, we can... Come back. Be real. Alive. Actual beings." "Reelay?" "Yes, really." "Dats gunna be funfunfun." Raki smiled, sighed, and turned around. "You were always crazy when you were drunk." He muttered to himself. As he walked out, his body started to solidify.

Luna was heading to the lounge when she saw Raki...becoming solid.
"Uh..." She muttered before walking past him. She walked in and notice Blaze, in drunken form. Luna smacked a paw over her mouth to keep from laughing. She had always found drunks funny by how they acted.

"Wuts sooo funneh ovur deer?" I said drunkenly.

A fighter named Spir came in. He told Blaze, "Sir, since.. well.. Sparky's clan has died, do you think we might be able to get her to join us? Her powers and abilities can be helpful." He looked at things from a notepad, a full sketch of her and a list of her abilities and weapons.

"Merbe wuts sirtin ovre deer." Luna mocked, sitting in a chair.

I turned to Spir. "I don't know if she's gunna wanna jern us. She don't like havin to prick a syde." I turned back to Luna. "Wuts so gosh durn funneh aboot a cher?"

He shrugged, "We made a kind of software that can change pople's moods and thoughts. Besides, lots of the guys have a crush on her." He chuckled lightly.

"Not whats in the chair, but whats drunk on a couch. Go find a remedy." Luna laughed, walking out and heading for her den.

"Wutevur." I turned to Spir. "I guerss yew can yewz it if yew reelay wants tooooo."

"First we gotta find her."

"It teekan kare ov. Scoots spooted hur at Deedmun's Wedge light hoose. You just gots ta usss da fing on hur."

"Fine.." In a flash, he was gone.

"Okay, sir, you sure about this?" Spir asked, brining me in in chains. I tried to struggle free, "Blaze! Why?" I asked.

"Yew dint teel meh bout dat part!"

"Well too bad.." He sighed and looked at the ground, "How about I just put her in the cells 'til you can think straight?"

I nodded in agreement. He reluctantly brung me down a hall, which had a room that came into a courtroom and an outside jail cell at the far end. He threw me into a cage shamelessly, braces still attatched.

"You know what? I gots a feelin Spirrr isn't da most loral canine round."

"What'd you say?" He growled, coming from the cells.

"I sayed don't growl at meh."

"Forget it, sir.. you go do whatever with Sparky. Here's the keys." He threw them carelessly at his paws, walking back to his room.

I caught the keys, almost dropping them a few times. I needed to think, but being drunk and thinking didn't mix.

"Her cell is Number 495 if ya need her." He called from the doorway, finally slipping into the hall and into his room.

"Mmkay, wutevur."

Inside the cell, I sighed and played my guitar. I wondered if Blaze would do anything..

I sighed and unlocked the cell, as I had walked over to it. I muttered something about Spir and walked away.

I lookeed oe at Blaze, "Thanks.. I guess.." I shoved my hands in my pockets and headed to the door.