It had become a dreary, dismal, and quite dark night as Beckie and Gwen stumbled blindly into the closest restaurant that they managed to find.
A sign outside of the place exclaimed that where they were was called "The Cotton Blossom," but the two were too hungry and dead tired to even care where they were.
Making their way to what seemed to be a bar, the teenage girls (Beckie being 14, Gwen being 13) hopped up onto high stools that were placed close to the wooden wrap-around bar. Soon enough, a waiter came to take their orders.
As soon as he reached them, his eyes were drawn to Beckie's appearance. More specifically, her showing flat stomach and ripped and tattered shirt.
Gwen, being a defensive body guard as she should, took up a menu and shoved it in front of Beckie. More specifically, over her shirt area.
In a grave tone of voice, Gwen forced eye contact with the waiter and told him to immediately bring them two hot fudge brownie sundaes.
When the waiter had gone far enough, Beckie looked over to Gwen with a concerned look on her face.
"But where are all of us his muscles?"
"Beckie, not all waiters have to be buff. It was a… special princess privilege for you to have amazingly good-looking waiters all the time." She explained calmly to Beckie, trying to pretend that she didn't see the waiters all glaring at her.
Beckie, who was still in awe, and who still didn't realize that half of the waiters were staring in awe back at her but for different reasons, nodded and rested her head on her palms, expressing how she was tired after the long day.
Gwen, who didn't have much to say, decided to be rude and eavesdrop on other peoples conversations. She first turned her attention to a table closest to them, occupied by a small family of four.
"Mom, I hate cotton flowers. Why are we here, I hate you, I hate this family, I hate being alive!"
"Now Sonny, no need to complain. The food's going to be great, and you're gonna love it!" She seemed to be commanding him to love it rather than guessing that he would love it.
"Mom, when we get home, I'm going to kill myself. All because you had to take me out to this stupid restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Gee, thanks." The son pounded his head repeatedly against the wooden table in front of him.
"Stop that, it bothers me!" The little girl next to her brother yelled, and whacked him across the shoulder with a leather menu.
Gwen, who had enough of this disturbing conversation, turned her focus to the next table that was right behind the first.
"Hey… hey you, I've got an offer you can't refuse." Gwen heard this whisper escape the man's mouth as she watched him stealthily sneak a packet of pot out of his baggy, dirty jacket.
"Ten pounds of pot? You've got yourself a deal." The two men snickered as they exchanged money for drugs, and Gwen had had her share of the conversation. She decided to try one last time at finding a somewhat entertaining conversation in this sullen restaurant with such a happy name.
"But Ash is sooooo cute!" A teenage girl squeaked happily from a table near Beckie.
"Didn't he win like, 58,000 battles?" The other girl next to her chirped, obviously exaggerating how many battles he really won.
"But Brock's the man, he might be distracted a little by every woman he ever sees, but he's a hardcore trainer! He beasts!" A teenage boy, sitting across from the two girls, exclaimed, nudging his friend who automatically nodded in agreement.
"And Misty's hot!" The other shouted, as the girls made disgusted faces and scoffed at him. One of the girls, obviously being his girlfriend, hit him on the shoulder with her clenched fist. The other girl laughed playfully and added more to the conversation which Gwen was, by now, intrigued about.
"If anyone ever was a stupid, brain-dead, clumsy, defenseless, fragile, frail, slow-thinking, slow-reaction, not athletic, confused, moronic, dazed, easily beaten loser, then becoming friends with Ash, Misty, and Brock would definitely help them so, so much!"
That was all Gwen needed to hear from the conversation. She had fit all of the adjectives that the girl used to describe defenseless, fragile people like her and her friend, Beckie. The decision was made. They needed to find these Ash, Misty, and Brock people, and they needed to find them fast!
"Did you just hear that?" Gwen prodded Beckie, who was probably taking a nap on the table with her head resting on it.
"What? Did I hear what?" Beckie suddenly awoke, startled and ready to get into action.
"No, nothing bad. Just the conversation of those kids over there." Gwen pointed lackadaisically in the direction of the teens who she had just be listening to.
"Gwen, do you always eavesdrop on people's conversations? It's kind of creepy." Beckie rubbed her tired eyes and tried to focus on Gwen's answer.
"You bet I do. They were discussing some powerful trainers in the area. Ash, Misty, and Bogdan… or something."
"Why do I care?" Beckie asked in a far-off tone of voice, still seeming to be half-asleep.
"Because they're amazing with Pokemon! You being a Princess and all," Gwen whispered so that only Beckie could hear, "I think it's wise that we find even more powerful people that can protect clumsy people like us. You know, so we don't die or anything like that."
"Sweet." Beckie mumbled, still trying to shake off her feeling of being tired, but was a bit more enthusiastic. "And what are we going to do, just follow them around?"
Gwen hadn't thought about that yet.
"Uh, I don't know. We'll talk it over when our sundaes get here."
As if on cue, the waiter came smoothly up to the ladies, eyes still plastered on Beckie. He looked and sounded hopeful as he asked if he could do anything for Beckie, who appeared to still be out of it.
"NO! No, you can't! She's mine! Go away!" Gwen waved away the man defensively, protecting the princess.
Beckie snapped out of her daze long enough to stare at Gwen.
"Dude, are you gay or something? He isn't all that bad looking, I can handle him myself."
"Beckie, you're the princess, and I'm your body guard. I can't have men eyeing you like that on a regular basis without putting up a fight. And did you take a look at that guy? I guess you're still too tired to see yourself, but he's as ugly as that Professor we met today."
Beckie cringed and thanked Gwen, before they began to feast on the sundaes, an undercover form of heaven sitting in front of them.
After indulging in the sweet-tasting delicacies, and finishing them in under a minute, Beckie decided to call over the waiter in a singsong, melodic, and somewhat flirty tone of voice. Gwen, realizing that Beckie was flirting, nudged her in disgust and watched in horror as Beckie batted her eyelashes and inquired for a few more sundaes. The waiter, stunned and excited by the sudden enthusiasm in Beckie, quickly agreed to give them sundaes on the house, by his treat.
"See what a little flirting can get you? Free sundaes!" Beckie merrily said, smiling.
Gwen, who was mad at Beckie for ignoring her requests, accepted graciously that indeed they were getting free food from the waiter. Realizing how addictively amazing these sundaes were, the girls both pitched in a flirting effort as the waiter continuously gave them free sundaes. Little did the girls know that the waiter was drugging the sundaes, and that's why they were so addictive.
After ten sundaes each in five minutes, the girls decided to call it quits. Beckie, who had been watching her weight because of her constant belly-shirt, confided in a much louder tone than intended voice to Gwen that they probably should be leaving soon.
The waiter came over to the girls, ready with more sundaes, which Beckie refused. The waiter looked disappointed, because he was finally beginning to get on the girls' good sides.
"So, do you want to come over later? I've got a nice, big house and a nice, big pool, and a nice, big bed…" He scanned over Beckie again, as Gwen's body-guard instincts kicked back into gear, just in time, because Beckie was beginning to agree with the man's plans.
"No, Beckie! No, scumbag! We don't want to come over to your place, and do- stuff! You nasty, sick man! Come on, Beckie! We're leaving!" Gwen screamed into the man's face, spitting ice cream and brownie pieces all over him. She grabbed onto Beckie's arm and hopped off of the stools. She then turned the man, and whispered, "Hey, but thanks for the sundaes."
She then even made a bigger scene out of what was going on by stumbling drunkenly all over the bar, using her hands as guidance to the door, and occasionally grabbing onto people's legs and arms. Beckie, being drunk like Gwen, was more the happy type of drunk, as she waved and smiled to all her admirers sitting around the bar.
While all of this commotion inside of the Cotton Blossom was taking place, three experienced Pokemon trainers were wandering around outside, with a mission on their minds, and a destination that their feet was leading them to.
They were going to try to make their way into the Pallet Town woods, to test their skills while taking a bit of a break, and to possibly capture new and more powerful Pokemon.
Since it was nighttime, the three wanted to find a place to stay safe overnight. In the middle of town was a good place to seek out a hotel they could share.
Sadly, they wouldn't make it to the hotel without a life-changing distraction.
They were walking on the sidewalk, with a Pikachu out in front of them, guiding them with its vibrant yellow color to where they wanted to go.
"Wait! Guys, bad news. Very bad news. Extremely horrible news. This news is so bad, that-"
"Misty, shut up, what's the news?" Brock interrupted, perturbed at the annoying girl who he had to be with day in and day out.
"For one room with two beds, it costs about two-hundred a night. We only have one-hundred fifty." She frowned, glaring at the money as if it was its fault that it wasn't enough.
The three stopped in their tracks, in front of a seemingly pleasant enough place called The Cotton Blossom.
"So, what're we gonna do, guys?" Ash pondered, kicking a stone out onto the street.
Misty and Brock didn't give any response, because Ash was the leader and they usually didn't use their brains to come up with any plans of their own.
"Pika, Pika!" Pikachu cried out from beneath Ash's feet. They could hear a quiet, but gradually getting louder, rumbling coming from inside The Cotton Blossom.
Misty gazed over with a confused expression to Brock, who passed on the confused look to Ash, who was staring hard at the door in front of them.
Suddenly, it burst open, and out flying came two teenage girls. They stumbled over each other, and landed on Pikachu, crushing him to the ground.
Horrified, the Pokemon trainers stared as Pikachu left their sight.
Ash, unlike the others, wasn't scared for Pikachu. He was scared for the girls because he knew that whenever anyone touched Pikachu, let alone crushed him, the creature's only natural response was to electrocute whoever it was with 9,000 volts of pure electricity.
Going with his protective manly instinct, Ash leaped out from his position, rolling the girls off of his Pokemon as he suffered the voltage that Pikachu gave off.
Misty and Brock were still a bit confused, as they watched and pondered the acts that were going on in front of them.
Misty was automatically jealous of the two girls. She had loved Ash for so long, and he had never saved her when she was about to die. She pouted and scrunched her face up, disgusted at the presence of these already accepted newcomers.
Brock, on the other hand, was only focused on the one girl who had on clothing that was tight, and white, and was ripped in several places. A skinny stomach appeared out from her slanted ripped belly shirt, as he gasped in pleasure and kept eyeing the girl, making himself quite obvious.
Misty, breaking the awkward silence that had come over the crowd, rushed to Ash's side and called out to him in an extremely worried tone.
"Ash, are you alright?!" She examined the horrible burns of the barely conscious boy in front of her. She wanted to hug him, but she knew then that he would probably curl up and explode.
Ash coughed out a thick cloud of smoke, and nodded although it caused him some pain.
"I'm fine, I'm fine. The real question is, how are you girls? I'm sorry about my Pikachu, he just hates strangers and-" He was abruptly interrupted by Beckie and Gwen stumbling to their feet, wobbling around wailing.
"We're fine, we're fine! Oh! Thank you, kind ma'am!" The girl with a Pokemon hat and bright pink pirate gloves exclaimed to Ash, managing not to fall over yet again.
Beckie, on the other hand, couldn't find words to express thanks, and tripped over her own two feet, falling down gracefully into Ash's arms, who caught her in a tight grip.
Misty, by now, had fumes coming out of her ears with her face fire engine red. Brock had his eyebrows knitted together and his face was crumpled with disgust for Ash.
Gwen noticed the two with their distressed looks on their faces, and after trying and failing a few times, unsteadily and warily made her way to them. To keep herself balanced, she placed a sweaty hand on Misty's face, mistaking it for her shoulder.
"Hey! Hey you two! You know… did you know- that… that smoking, kills. The people. Yeah, so don't smoke you guys." She yawned and then collapsed on the ground, in a slumbering stupor.
Beckie, who was still in Ash's crispy arms, was beginning to find herself almost falling asleep. Ash didn't really mind having a random pretty damsel in distress in his arms, but he realized that instead of lying on the ground, he should probably be getting medical help for himself and the two drunk girls.
"Misty, call an ambulance or something. We should really get medical help for the three of us." He nodded in Gwen's direction, where Pikachu was poking the sleeping body that lied there.
Misty, not caring about the girls' health, shook her head obstinately.
"Ash, remember how much money we have? If we need to go to the hospital to treat your third degree burns and have these two girls stomach's pumped, we won't have any money left over to even eat, let alone get a room in a hotel."
Ash sighed, coming to grips with reality. Misty, although jealous, was right. They had no choice but to lay here and think.
Suddenly, a muffled voice came from the girl Ash was holding.
"Money?" She
looked up into Ash's startled face. "Is somebody discussing
money?"
Ash, not waiting for Misty to make some rude remark,
decided to quickly answer her.
"Yes, money." He spoke in a slow voice, because he knew the girl was drunk and probably had no idea what money even was.
"My name is Ash, and I'm a Pokemon trainer. This is Misty," He nodded to the girl wearing extremely short jean shorts and a yellow tank top with red straps coming from her shoulders to her shorts. Her flaming orange hair was pulled up to the side in a messy ponytail. "And this is Brock," Ash suggested with his finger towards the tan and tall boy with squinting eyes and choppy brown hair. What he wore, Beckie couldn't see because Ash's hat's brim was in the way. This boy seemed to be staring at her, so she didn't look at him for too long. She just nodded.
"We were trying to make it into the woods by sunset, but Misty's hair got caught in a bus's door, so that held us back for a while." Ash paused his story momentarily to glare at the bashful Misty pretending not to listen or care about his story.
"So now we're trying to get a hotel room, but it's too much money for the three of us." He frowned, and looked down to the girl who was staring at him with glazed blue eyes.
"Well that shouldn't be a problem!" She said happily to Ash, sitting up on the sidewalk.
Ash, being competitive, decided to sit up too, although it hurt his body in every way possible. After trying extremely hard, and failing, to hide a groan of pain, Ash further tried to explain their story to the underage drugged girl.
"Yeah, but it is a problem." He sadly explained.
"No, I know it is for you, but not for me!" The girl fussed around and tried to get into a good position to pull out money from the belt thing she was wearing around her waist.
While Beckie was still searching, a loud cry came from behind the majority of the pack of teens. It was Gwen, lying there with Pikachu still curiously playing around with her unconscious self. Gwen was screeching and yelling with her eyes tightly closed. She was still sleeping, just having a horrible dream experience.
Standing up, Gwen ran directly into Misty who was caught off guard, staring into the face of a sleep-walking girl who she barely even knew.
"BEEDRILL! NO, NO, GO AWAY! DIE BEEDRILL, DIE!" Gwen took out a Poke Ball from her back pocket, and instead of releasing the Pokemon inside, smacked Misty repeatedly on the forehead with it.
Misty, seeing this as a perfect opportunity to get Ash's loving attention, screamed out his name and pleaded for him to do something about what was going on.
Ash calmly shrugged and told Misty that he was in no condition to be dealing with another dangerous animal.
After Misty had been beaten down while everyone spectated, Gwen was satisfied with her knock out, as she herself collapsed onto the pavement, with her Poke Ball rolling away from her grip. It opened itself up, as a dizzy and confused August Rush came stumbling out before falling under a spell of unsteadiness.
Beckie, who was searching her belt this whole time, pulled out a few wads of green cash.
"Ah, here we go! Two thousand dollars. That should be more than enough to even get us a few luxury suites." She smiled as innocently as she could, as Ash stared in amazement at this wonder woman they had encountered.
"Hey, you guys!" Ash turned around to face three unconscious creatures lying on the ground, with Brock and Pikachu staring at him. Ignoring the fact that half of the people couldn't hear him, Ash continued to speak.
"Brock, she's got 2,000 dollars in hard cash!" Ash shouted victoriously as Brock walked over, trying too hard to have a cool swagger. "And that's about, what, two suites?" Ash asked Beckie, who nodded. She obviously knew about pricey things and living high class.
"Two suites that we can share." Beckie suggested, trying not to make the words sound as dirty as they seemed.
"Yeah, sounds great!" Brock rushed the words out of his mouth. He leaned in close to Ash and questioned him. "Is it alright if I carry her?" He discretely glanced at Beckie.
Ash, noticing that Brock's mouth was watering, decided that it wasn't such a great idea to have him carrying Beckie around. Instead, he asked Beckie what she wanted to do.
"Do you think you'll be able to walk a few blocks-"
"WANT ME TO CARRY YOU?" Brock screamed too enthusiastically into a scared face that looked back at him. "Wait, what's your name again?" Brock asked her.
"My name's Beckie." She pointed towards the pile of sleeping and injured people over to the side. "My friend's Gwen. I think I'll be fine for the walk, but she might need some help." Beckie purposefully made eye contact with Brock as she scooted over to Gwen's non-responsive body, picked it up with no struggle, and tossed it casually to Brock who caught it with a disappointed look.
At this moment, Misty awoke slowly from her moment of unconsciousness. After a few moments of being not fully awake, she drearily lifted one eyelid and came to realize where exactly she was and what exactly had happened before she was knocked out by a freak.
The first thing her eye set place on was Ash's beauty. She scanned over his dark messy hair, and his blue ragged coat. She sighed at his appearance, and strained her eardrums to hear what he was discussing with the not-so-amazing Brock.
"So if I'm getting Gwen, and Beckie's on her own, who's getting Misty? You?" Brock scanned over Ash, who looked to be debating over whether to carry her or not.
"I'll get her up." He sighed, and turned to face Misty's seemingly still unconscious body.
Hearing this, Misty squeezed her eyes shut and tried to look as angelic as possible.
By the time Ash had reached her, she had a stupid grin on her face and had repositioned herself into a dramatic sprawl. Ash didn't know what to think of this, so he just gently nudged her with his foot.
"Misty, get up." He whispered to her as she yelled at herself inside her brain. Didn't she look angelic and beautiful enough for him to carry her? She swore that far away, deeper into the city, someone yelled an ear-shattering NO! to her thoughts. If she wasn't pretending to be sleeping, she would have yelled back.
Realizing after a minute or so that her incognito sleep would not phase Ash, she heavily heaved a sigh and stood up while grunting and making unpleased noises.
"Pikachu," Ash said the name as if it was an order, and glanced over suggestively towards the Pichu which was still dizzy and unable to crawl for itself.
After sighing and complaining in its own Pokemon language, Pikachu huffed and puffed as he picked up the Pichu. Beckie noticed the unoccupied Pokeball that belonged to Gwen, and stuffed it into her belt with her enemy, Teddiursa, as the load of teenagers took off for the hotel.