A young woman was making her way through the dissipating crowd, moving against the grain. She was making her way toward the stadium where people were filing out.
Earlier that afternoon, the stadium had held one of its annual Pokemon events, a convention of sorts where trainers from all over would come to meet up, train together and get tips from celebrity trainers, breeders and more. The event was always a huge hit and attracted many trainers and Pokemon fans young and old.
However, the event was now over and attendees were leaving so that event staff could clean up and prepare the stadium for its normal purpose. But an event that hosted many celebrities was of course going to have an after party, and that is where Amber was heading.
The woman entered the building where there were less people than outside, and began making her way toward a flight of stairs. On the second floor, she kept her movements swift as she kept walking down the dimly lit hall. She was sneaking around, but she wanted to look like she knew where she was going so nobody stopped her.
Amber ascended another set of stairs. The halls were completely vacant this far up, so she slowed her pace to take a moment to run the plan through her head one more time. As she rounded the corner, the faint sound of music could be heard. Particularly the bass as it lightly rattled the tile beneath her feet.
She followed the noise until she spotted a set of doors, one of them was propped open. Amber checked her reflection in the window real quick, pulling her bright red curled locks behind her shoulders to show off her ample bosom before stepping into the room.
She did a once-over of the room, recognizing many of the famous gym leaders, Pokemon coordinators, and trainers throughout, all in a relaxed state you normally wouldn't see. These are usually professionals and role models, but in this room they were simply people. Many were dancing, and the bar was full. This room was probably never this full on any other night.
"Oh! This way, Viola! Another one!" Two men came rushing over to Amber. The one leading the way had a luxurious mane of brown hair, and behind him was a man with turquoise hair and eyes to match, and a young blonde with a camera.
The two men stood on either side of Amber and immediately started posing as the blonde snapped photo after photo. The two had leaned against her, provocatively posing for photos and making the sexiest faces they could in their drunken state. Amber couldn't help but laugh and join in, also making seductive expressions and poses.
"Marvelous! How do they look, my dear?" the brunette asked while slowly running a hand through his hair as the girl took one last photo before checking as requested.
"Awesome, Burgh!" The young girl, presumably Viola replied. "Take a look."
The three of them looked over her shoulder as she scrolled through each one. All of them laughed and Viola zoomed in on some, pointing out some expressions she found noteworthy.
"Wonderful. Please remember to forward them all to me, would you?" Burgh grinned and put a hand on Viola's shoulder.
"I want them too! Just send a mass message. I'm sure everyone wants to see that photo of Skyla and-"
"Aww, come on, Wallace. This is supposed to be fun. They don't know I took it, I don't want to make anyone uncomfortable or anything."
"That's very considerate of you. That makes you a very respectable photographer," Amber chimed in.
"Thank you!" she smiled brightly, holding up her camera. "I'm going to get a few more before calling it a night." Viola nodded and headed off, the men watching her leave before turning to face Amber.
"Thanks for playing along with us." Wallace put an arm around her shoulder. "We didn't keep you from anyone, did we? Who are you here with?"
"Falkner," she replied without skipping a beat. "But it's fine, I-"
"Shit, Burgh! We stole Falkner's girlfriend." Wallace whined extensively. One could guess he had more to drink than his brown haired friend.
"It's okay, really." she replied. Thankfully, they didn't actually question it. Amber had no idea if Falkner was even at the party, or had been at the event today.
"Excellent, so you're ours now." Burgh smiled and also put an arm around Amber. "My name is Burgh by the way, and this handsome fellow is Wallace."
"The pleasure is mine," Amber smiled. "My name is Amber."
This was fantastic. She was sandwiched between two tall, slender, handsome men at a party and she didn't even have to make a move. She wrapped her arms around their waists and the three started to walk around the lounge.
Amber scanned the party as the three awkwardly waddled around, still stuck together. She recognized gym leaders Wulfric, Crasher Wake and Clair sitting at a table chugging beer in what appeared to be some sort of drinking contest. She spotted Misty doing shots at the bar with three younger girls who were probably gym leaders, too.
Burgh led the way to a sliding glass door which opened up to a large balcony. The outside was quieter and much cooler temperature wise. The two men now stood beside her and Amber let her grip relax as she touched both of them gently at their lower backs.
"Let's bring the party this way, shall we?" Burgh tugged on their hands and brought them to a group of people sitting in an area with couches and chairs around a table. As they got closer, Amber could see it was two men with many women spread around. The women were clearly interested in whatever the guys were doing, obviously very attracted to them. Amber saw that one of the men was gym leader Morty from Johto but did not recognize any other people.
The ladies happily greeted Wallace and Burgh when the three approached. Wallace pulled up a chair for Amber to sit in and he leaned on the back of it while Burgh sat on the arm of one of the couches.
Amber nodded along to a story the mysterious man was telling while observing the group. She noticed whose gaze lingered once she and the guys had sat down, which ladies were genuinely interested in the story and which ones were simply lusting and hungry for attention. These women most likely had the same intentions as she did, but they were obviously going about it the wrong way. They were silly fan girls to these men and were allowing themselves to be taken advantage of. Amber also studied the man speaking and wracked her brain for his identity, noting his pointed, jet black hair and ice blue eyes.
"Wallace, you can sit here you know," one of the women said, patting a very small, practically nonexistent space next to her on the couch.
"Thank you, but I'm spending time with my friend Amber," he politely declined. The woman glared at Amber and turned back to the man telling the story just as two more men showed up with trays of drinks. Amber made sure to relax in her seat a bit more so that Wallace was actually touching her with his arm.
"Finally. We've been waiting," the man who was telling the story growled as the servers started handing out drinks and placing others on the table. Amber didn't recall seeing any servers inside so she wondered who the two were and how these people roped them into serving them.
"I'll get it for you, Grimsley," one of the women to the side of him said, grabbing a glass off the table and handing it to the dark haired man. He gave a crooked smile and turned to Morty and the woman in between the two and the three of them clinked their glasses before drinking. The one who gave him the glass scoffed, realizing she wasn't worth his attention and walked away
"Ah, hey Wally, Burgh. When did you guys show?" The man known as Grimsley asked, slurring somewhat but keeping as cool as possible.
"We've been making rounds. Good evening, Elesa," Burgh smiled at the woman between Grimsley and Morty and she waved awkwardly. "Say, that story-"
"Wallace. So, are you like... gym leader or champion right now?" Grimsley said condescendingly, completely ignoring Burgh. Amber couldn't see Wallace but she felt him stiffen up at the question.
"Well..." Wallace hesitated. This seemed to be a sensitive subject. Amber didn't know what they were talking about, either, so she listened closely.
Grimsley raised an eyebrow and waited for a response.
"There is paperwork that needs to be done, and Steven has been away." Wallace answered.
"That doesn't answer my question. Are you a gym leader or are you a champion? Are you weak or are you strong?" Grimsley smirked as he pressed on. Wallace was growing uncomfortable.
"I'm waiting for Steven to come back from his trip." Wallace replied again.
"Do you need your boyfriend's permission?"
"Grims-" Morty started but Grimsley continued his assault.
"Are you even capable of a relationship? With your incompetence-"
Shit, this is getting out of control. He is gonna ruin my plans.
"Cut it out." Amber cut him off. She spoke loudly over him. Grimsley stared at her.
"I'm sorry, was I talking to you?" Grimsley snarled. Amber rose from her seat.
"Say that to my face," she said with confidence. She doubted the man could do anything to her or would put up a fight.
"Why is this whore fighting your battle for you?" Grimsley laughed and leaned to the side in attempt to see Wallace behind Amber, but she was moving in the dark haired man's direction.
Amber grabbed a fist full of Grimsley's hair and yanked it back so she could see his face.
"Don't you ever insult me," she kneed him in the stomach, "or my friends ever again, you prick." Amber spat on his face and Burgh grabbed her around the stomach, picked her up and hurriedly took her away back inside.