Disclaimer! I don't own Pokémon

My stories might include some spelling mistakes.

After reading you could not that I expect, but review my story so I could improve it in future.

I almost forgot to mention, I use Italics for thoughts so Italics = Thoughts

*Beep!, Beep!*

"Uh.."

*BEEP!*

"Shut the fuck up!"

An arm came under blanket grasping for clock, searching for it. It soon found it, but no seconds later was released as it was flying in air, straight to the wall; when a clock collided with a hard wall it broke to many pieces and those little pieces fell on his floor.

"That's what you get for annoying me!"

This is a story of a man, named Max Harrison and his journey to become a best trainer ever, even though he doesn't want that.

Max Harisson is a local drunkard in his little town and not being liked by many, because he likes to make promises that he really doesn't keep. His outer appearance doesn't look that old even if he drinks more than his body can keep up, but for that reason he doesn't have any stamina nor visible muscles to show off.

He started his drinking career at very young age of 18, when he could enter first time inside of pub, and he never stopped from drinking when he sipped his first beer. Years went by drinking and laughing at his so called pub friends until his age hit 21 years, that was the year everything changed and this was the day when everything began.

"Fucking clocks, why they have to be so noisy.." Max lifted his blanket off from his body and dragged himself out of bed.

Max took few steps to make his way to window, sealed by a curtain. With a harsh pull he took curtain away letting sunshine coming in and blinding him in process, "Fuck!" he cursed as sun burned his eyes.

He groaned in a little pain but it went away as everyday, this was a normal routine for him, being tortured by sun just before getting his clothes. His clothing was average, brown trousers with a black belt and upper body being hided by a green shirt.

He was ready to leave just after he combed his brownish hair and boasting himself in front of mirror, "That will do, like a beast if I were to say." he mumbled.

Outside of his little house he was walking on street making his way to his regular place, the pub. He rarely met anybody when walking, but if he did they were not pleasant for him.

And no soon he passed somebody on his way to the pub for his bad luck.

*Cough*"Asshole*Cough* the man said as he passed Max.

"The fuck did you say?" Max turned his head and watched the man who was walking away.

The man ignored Max and continued his walk, as nothing ever happened. This made Max every time very mad, he understood the negative looks at him, but insulted by everyone is going overboard at least he thought.

"Come here so I can shove your words up your ass!" he yelled at the man who turned around the corner and disappeared from sight, "Fucking bitches, only words.." he resumed his walk as he finished his cursing.

Not many minutes later he was standing entrance of his beloved pub, The flying beer glass. He always wondered who came with a such name, but that thinking went away when he gulped down his beer.

This day seemed to be a normal day except when one of his friends wanted to make a bet, turning his whole world upside down.

"Max, wanna bet something?" asked his drunk friend.

"What?" Max asked.

"Like money..." his friend gave him a hint.

"You know I don't have money." he answered.

"Anything valuable? Rare Pokémons, any mementos left for you, anything?" his friend began questioning him.

"Zip, none. Only thing I could bet would be my future." Max said, while lowering his beer glass.

"Hmm, Okay. If I win this bet you will promise to become a trainer like no other and if I were to lose I would hand 200 bucks for you, deal?" his friend offered.

Max almost spilled beer out of mouth after hearing such offer, with 200 bucks he could go days drinking without no worry about money, but being a trainer would be such a pain in ass.

"Prove it, show me the money." he demanded, like his friend could pull such amount of money.

But for his surprise his friend did pull that amount of money out of his wallet, "Here." flashing the money and putting it back.

"I don't know.."

"Are you chickening out?" his friend was starting mocking him.

"Me? Hell no!" Max was a very easily being manipulated when he drank more 3 beers and that's why he makes those promises of his.

"Okay, if tails my victory and if heads yours." he said.

He flipped the coin sending it flying very highly in air and spinning same time. The coin started descending slowly making both very nervous. It hit his friend's palm and he flipped the coin on his opisthenar not showing the result yet.

"You ready?" he asked.

"I'm ready." Max answered.

He slowly ascended his arm, not immediately showing the coin.

*Thump* Max heart started beating faster when he almost could see it.

"Come to daddy..." he was shaking his fist, hoping for a better future.

"Tails.." his friend announced the result.

When Max saw it he totally exploded, cursing his luck and everything he could, "Fucking god, are you fucking shitting with me? There's no way I can lose this, you must be cheating!" Max claimed.

"You are only a bad loser, Max." his friend grinned and patted his back, "Don't worry you can start tomorrow, because we drink today for my victory!" his friend yelled and raised his beer.

"You will pay for today's drinks then." Max huffed.

"Yes I will and I will make you keep your promise. Tomorrow I will personally come wake you up."

"Fucking coins..." thought Max.

-To be continued-

Reviews and ideas are most welcome for future chapters.