I'm not cool enough to own Pokemon. Psh.
WARNING! THIS IS NOT INTENDED FOR THE KIDDIES. IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 TURN BACK NOW!
Author's Note: I have new inspiration on the horizon. Still jammin' on my Egoshippy trip, I decided to write another one. I don't really remember when- sometime during the production of Time to Shine- I thought that it would be fun to bring Pokemon to the Wild West! But I did. And I am.
Whole fic will probably be in Misty POV.
I would really love some reviews. I've never attempted an alternate universe deal. Input is always appreciated. Beta Readers are also appreciated. I'm looking for an Egoshippy-lovin person who can stomach lemons. If interested please let me know!
Sanguine
Chapter 1
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Milieu
(1 : the physical or social setting in which something occurs or develops)
My life isn't perfect. Nor is it quaint. Even the wayward loonies know that this isn't exactly the prime way of life. But it's my life and I'll damn well live it. I've met many a lone cowboy who have stared death in the face and told him where to shove it. Way I figure, if they can manage to keep going then I have no reason to complain. Compared to them, I'm living with a silver spoon in my mouth.
My name is Misty Waterflower. I run a saloon along with my older sisters. I don't remember my parents at all, my dad left my mom for a whore and she couldn't take the pain. Daisy says that she was the most beautiful woman on earth, though. I believe that from the bottom of my heart. You see, my sisters are drop dead gorgeous. I'm not humble enough to deny my own beauty, but my sisters are a category all their own. Seriously. They are that beautiful. But, unfortunately, that beauty does come with its own downsides. Us Waterflower sisters are living proof of it.
Growing up without parents was hard. On top of the obvious reasons- like the need of a parent's love- there was the problem of 4 minors who had no money or home. We should've died, to be quite honest, and we would've if not for a miracle.
At the time Daisy was 9, Violet 8, Lily 7 and I was 6. We had been living as street kids for the past 2 years and, honestly, were down on our luck. This is why I said we would've died: no food and winter was a bitch that year. One night we huddled together in an alleyway and fell asleep, hoping that all of us woke up the next morning. Hahaha, well we sure woke up. At the time we had no idea where we were sleeping and we sure as hell didn't care. But when morning eventually hit we were rudely awakened by the woman who would eventually become our savior.
Agatha was an enigma. She wasn't married, didn't want to be married, thought kids were demons yet loved us all the same. To this day I'm still not quite sure why she bothered taking us in. One idea was that she saw potential in us and knew that we'd one day be able to draw in more customers then her entire lineup of entertainers combined. It was a true fact, after all. Another idea was that she knew that her time on earth was coming to its end and wanted to pass on her knowledge along; even if it was to 4 young girls.
Poison was Agatha's pride and joy. The saloon, I mean. Agatha was one of the best pokemon trainers around, but I know that her real passion lied elsewhere. She may've been old, but once the seats started filling up she would easily be able to give all 4 of us a run for our money. She knew everyone's name and their usual choice of drink. It's a tradition I try to continue today.
We were all devastated when Agatha finally died. It was the big joke, when would Old Agatha finally kick the bucket? None of us really thought it would happen. Agatha always seemed immortal almost, as if death feared her more than she feared it. When we were younger she would tell us bed stories about how the Grim Reaper would come for her only to be bitch slapped into next week. I believed it, too. Agatha really could do anything... including getting the last laugh. She had simply said good night and that was that. We didn't even realize she was gone until the customers started showing up and she didn't.
We were Agatha's sole benefactors. By the age of 13 I became a co-owner of a bar. Not only that, but a bar that was infamous for beautiful dancers; who were not trying to be bossed around by Daisy (who was 16), let alone me. Every last girl quit. Damn wenches.
We could have said fuck it and threw in the towel. We could have sold the bar and MAYBE become dignified young women. Obviously we didn't. When it came right down to it, we could never betray the woman who had given us a second chance at life. Poison was her world and it became ours. The first year was rough, hands down. We had no idea what we were doing and nearly went bankrupt trying to learn the game. Keep in mind that we were a group of teenagers. It wasn't until a year later that our luck decided to turn around.
By the second year things had changed. We were beaten and bruised; but wiser. It had nearly killed us, but we made like the phoenix and shed our old skins. Gone were the Waterflower Streetbrats and the world welcomed the Sensational Sisters. We sold off all of the old costumes and dresses that had belonged to the saloon and bought a whole set of new outfits. Our ages ranged from 14-17 and all 4 of us were developing. We weren't fools. Grow up like we did and you learn exactly how much sex can sell. By the end of that year we had made back all of the money we had lost and then some.
But it wasn't until the third year when everything finally fell into place. Up until then all four of us had worked behind the bar. It was ridiculously unnecessary, though. I was easily able to handle it alone even during the big rushes. Not that Lily, Violet and Daisy were Bad bartenders; they were just slower than me. Literally, it took the three of them combined to match my speed when it came to mixology. And my drinks still tasted better to boot!
So what did we do? We bought a handy, self playing piano and finally brought back a Poison staple, sexy dancers. My sisters were amazing. They were naturals up there and knew exactly how to move their bodies, it was hard to believe that they were only 16-18 years old. But then again, I was a 15 year old bartender. Go figure.
Fast forward 5 years and here we are. Poison stands strong and so do we. Me and my sisters have gone through a lot together and we have just as much to show for it. We run the most successful bar in the region and, honestly, are some of the most desired women alive. We never hired any help and the 4 of us have run this business all on our own from the time we were children. If you ask me, that's pretty damn impressive. Hahaha, I wonder if Agatha would agree. You know, she's been dead for 8 years now but I still feel like she's here, watching over us. Probably making sure we don't screw up her bar. But, whatever the reason, I have an inkling suspicion that she's out there somewhere, frowning down on us. Not in a bad way! Agatha was just never one for smiling.
Oh, did I mention the wenches? After Poison got famous again they all suddenly showed up one night, wanting their jobs back. Well, that didn't really work. I sort of remember throwing bottles at their heads and losing myself in sailor speak. I was a little drunk that night. But just a little. Hahaha, I refuse to feel bad about it. Females got what they deserved.
Damn bitches.
