Bugsy pounded away another shot of MooMoo Milk, placing the empty glass on the table. He sighed, resting his head into his folded up arms on the coffee table.
"You know Bugsy, if you want a bigger glass, you can just ask." Whitney inquired, smiling at her lover.
The boy groaned. "I know..."
"Hey, Bugsy..." Whitney sauntered over and gently sat next to the boy with purple hair, ruffling up his scalp. He was always so cute in her eyes, and it just pained to see him genuinely upset. "Look, I'm sure Morty didn't mean it when he said it."
The Bug-Type expert just loudly groaned, averting his gaze to the floor. "...I don't care. He still said it and he isn't taking it back." He was still impressionable to those he looked up to, and its only natural to consider the older Gym Leader a superior.
The incredibly pretty girl just gave a knowing smile, rubbing the boy's back in an eager circle. "Morty...lets his head get to things, you know? He always jumps to this conclusion and to that answer. He's like a lot of guys."
"Its my fault." Bugsy admitted.
"How?"
"Because he loves you..." Bugsy sniffled, a tear coming from his eye.
Whitney felt like she was stuck. She couldn't convince him otherwise, because it was true. She pouted, and aggressively began to hug Bugsy into her lap and plant kisses along the side of his cheek.
"Well guess what? He's going to have to deal with it~. And, hey! Morty might be angry, but he isn't dumb. He knows that if he still wants to be my friend, and your friend, he'll have to deal with it, right?"
Bugsy, now washed in affection, felt an overflowing feeling of confidence return to him. Shivers went down his spine, and he switched right back to hug Whitney tenderly, snuggling his face into her neck. "Whitney...you're the best~."
Giving a kind grin, Whitney rested her hand on the boy's head. "I know. We're the best~."