The night was quiet, and barely anything moved around Eromaner other than the Pokemon that loved to walk around in the shadows. It was becoming normal at night for some to roam around while others stayed in their houses or apartments and locked their doors, and many liked it this way. However, others didn't, because as soon as the moon appeared, crime did too... which meant that only the toughest of them all should've been out at this time, and the weak that were out would probably... well, perish.

~?'s POV~

I wore a black coat that night as I walked through the shadows, which maybe wasn't necessary, but I wanted to at least look fashionable. Today- no, tonight would be the first time I actually visited a bar. Yeah, I know it's a bit lame, but there's a first time for everything, right? I kept the money I needed in one of the left pockets of my coat, and that was it. I didn't want to bring anything too expensive either, because I wasn't really going there to show-off... I think.

I didn't really know why I was going there, actually, because alcohol isn't even my favorite thing in the world, but I guess I wanted to go anyway just for the fun of it, so I did. Behind the doors of the bar were a bit silent, though there was talking going on... and cursing. I figured there must've been a fight going on in there, but for the first time, I wanted to make a really big entrance, or at least as big as I thought of.

Taking my paw off the door handle, I lifted my foot and kicked both of the doors in... then I took a few steps inside.

"A Zoroark, a Gumshoos and a Salazzle!" I blurted out, their attention already on me as I chuckled a little. "What luck."

The place was a bit empty, but it was 10:00, so it was sort of expected.

"Hi, I'm-"

"We don't care who you are, Lycanroc." The Zoroark said bitterly, her voice sounding slightly drunk. "Nor did we ask."

The Gumshoos behind the counter seemed angry at the two, but I didn't know why. He didn't look angry at me though, because his expression changed the moment I came in.

"Oh, come on in, just ignore these two and their unfriendly behavior." The Gumshoos said, his voice sounding a bit old, but not elderly, though.

The Zoroark then slammed her paw on the counter with force, shaking the drinks on top of it.

"I'm not done with you yet, old man, so listen carefully." She grabbed one of the glasses next to her and held it in her paw. "I asked for a different beer to be poured in this glass each fucking time and you always seem to screw it up by giving me something different than what I asked for in the first place."

"Really? Because I recall getting you exactly what you wanted and nothing less, but you still keep finding problems in what you get- don't you?" The Gumshoos said while I could hear him holding in a growl.

The glass shattered in the Zoroark's paw after he spoke, and the red liquid from the beer fell onto the counter with one splash.

"You see this, Gumshoos?" The Zoroark pointed down at the beer on the counter. "It'll be your blood if I'm not satisfied right now."

The Salazzle looked at the Zoroark next to her and sighed.

"Please don't do anything too risky... you know just how much trouble you're in already." She said, sitting down afterwards on one of the bar stools.

"I know, but this time I'll make sure that I finish the job..." The Zoroark responded while glaring at the Gumshoos.

I looked at all of them talking and I tried not to laugh, but I eventually did as the small chuckle came out of my mouth. The Zoroark then turned her attention to me again, and this time with a strong anger that I could see in her eyes as she stood up and walked right towards me. I sort of continued laughing, but then I stopped as I realized that she was actually a lot taller than I thought... and bigger.

"Do you really see something funny here, mutt?" She looked down at me and grabbed me by the tuft of fur on my chest. "Because I don't."

I could tell she was strong... but I didn't think she could've lifted me up with one paw until well... she actually did. I still had to act tough though... so I decided to.

"It's just that you're a spoiled brat, that's what." I said with a grin.

It only came to my mind that saying that may not have been the best idea when she threw me violently into one of the tables to the right... and then it broke in half on impact.

"A spoiled brat?! Are you looking for death, Lycanroc?" The Zoroark walked over to me again, then looked down at me with the same anger as before, "Because you're looking right at her."

I have to admit, at this point my back definitely wasn't really in the best of conditions, but I wasn't going to take this bitch bossing me around while the two other Pokemon were watching.

"You're joking, right?" I laughed a little before I got thrown into another table again... then another... and another, until I finally grabbed at her paw with a really strong grip.

She growled at me and pulled me up by the same paw I was holding, then punched me in the stomach...well... quite a bit of times until I actually let go when the last punch sent me flying onto the floor, my coat sort of cushioning my fall, but at the same time, it still hurt.

She held at the paw I gripped and I could tell she was in pain by the way she held it, but tried not to make it look that way by trying to ignore it.

"You got lucky this time, old man." The Zoroark growled, still glaring at me. "This one dies first."

I know it's been a while, but yeah, I'm back to writing after being bored for the millionth time, even though I probably shouldn't have written this when I'm kinda tired. This was just to get my thoughts of the story down though, and the rest will hopefully be better.

I did start off energetic, though. XD

The next chapter should be done soon enough, so just be prepared for that when it comes out.