-Enter Sleaze-

Goldenrod, as one would expect of a city of its size, has a huge, bustling nightlife. It makes for great one-night stands, but it isn't innocent fun, which is why Whitney and Bugsy held off on going out late at night until a little while longer. However, the two agreed on a bustling joint to boogie out at; 'The Steamin' Strip' which featured many DJs and the hottest hits from other regions like Unova and Orre.

Whitney and Bugsy were just jamming out to the tracklist for a long time. Needless to say, the two had a fantastic time. They really were just dancing, a great way to relieve stress, even more so when you do it with someone you love. For about two hours, the couple raved on-and-off, until when the clock struck around two in the morning.

Unbeknownst to many, Goldenrod City has a dark side to it. Illicit substances stain people's mouths and hands. Call girls are sent out to lecherous men. People sell and trade Pokémon without a license, an illegal act. All done with dark, hard to see clothes.

As the old saying goes, time flies when you're having fun, and the time soared like a Pidgeot for the duo. It became the 'dark hour', as people put it, in no time. When cigarette smoke began to fill the club, Whitney, getting scared, wanted to leave. Bugsy didn't want to depart such a good night just yet, but something got in his plans.

"Bugsy..." Whitney held close to the boy, not wanting an unwelcome hand on her body. "The place is...its different now."

"Aw, come on Whit. We're having a good time, aren't we?"

"Bugsy, I'm scared. Can we go home now, please?" She sounded stern in her voice, a pout on her face.

The purple-haired boy let out a sigh, but he had to admit, things weren't changing for the better. "Alright...yeah, I agree. This joint's giving me the jitters. Let's get out of here."

To say that the change was sudden was not an exaggeration. The club transformed in such a short time. Odd odors filled the air, and language felt a lot rougher, much like Tauros horns and Trapinch fangs. Women wearing provocative outfits of Purrloin fur and Linnone hide also appeared. Typically not such a usual sight. The two entered out the back door, which was near the Underground. Not the safest spot, but it was the closest, and Whitney had her ever-reliable Miltank already out of the PokéBall just in case.

However, it was out here that they bumped into a figure that, while familiar with the two, deals with the sleaze and grime of the black market.


"Clair?!" Bugsy exclaimed out when he saw the curvy, mid-twenty-something adult Gym Leader out in a stand. She was holding a whip, and seemed to be leaving a dark corridor.

"Huh? Oh...Bugsy? With Whitney?! Isn't that news. What the hell are you two doing out here in this hour, anyways? Didn't your mommies tell you its dangerous out late?"

She turns her head seeing Whitney's Miltank, scoffing. "Oh, right, that. Okay, never mind. You're covered." Clair, the supposed strongest Gym Leader in Johto, still knew power when she saw it.

Whitney kept Bugsy close to her, afraid of anything that would happen. The little boy blushed; was he a guardian, or a stuffed animal to hold tightly when she's scared? He never actually witnessed Whitney act like this, so it was a surprise to him no matter what happened.

"So, you two seem close." Clair spoke as she was testing the elasticity of her whip. The Dragon-Type user was almost never seen without it. The reason why she has it out now in such a greasy time of day is anyone's guess.

Whitney, taking a big gulp, spoke out. "Yeah...we've been dating. We just got out of the club behind us. We'd...we'd have been out sooner if we kept track of the time." Bugsy felt a little guilty, but brushed it off.

"You two are an item now? Cute! Although an odd choice..." Clair made a camera frame with her fingers. "Yeah, I could see it right now." Clair had a reputation for being a rather mature woman in many regards. However, despite her sometimes forward, rough exterior, still had the interior of a fine, upstanding lady.

"H-hey Clair..." Bugsy awkwardly spoke after the rather invasive words of the Dragon master. "You think you could escort us home? We may be Gym Leaders...but we're still kind of just kids."

Clair licked her lips, cracking her whip in the air again. "Sure! Anything for fellow Gym Leaders. Don't worry, by the way. I only do that tough lady stint for the other leaders."

Mentally, Bugsy was very relieved. Clair always made herself seem like the strongest in Johto, and lord knows what she's done with that whip.

Eventually, the blue-haired woman guided Whitney and Bugsy back to the girl's cabin out in the range. "There's...one problem though."

"What would that be?" Asked Whitney.

"I have no Pokémon on me. Can't fly back to Dragon's Den."

"Well, I'll just let you crash for the night. Bugsy can-" Whitney was cut off by a small cough from the boy.

"Only Pokémon I have with me is Scyther...who doesn't learn Fly either, and...its too dark to go back through Illex Forest."

Whitney drooped her head. "Alright, the two of you can stay at my place...just one of you has to take the couch."

"Only two beds in here?" Clair wondered with a confused look.

"Only one." The two replied in unison, with a rather dreamy look in their eyes.

Clair dropped her jaw, taking the assumption way out of hand. "You share a bed?! But you're only kids! You're too young for..that..stuff."

Within the snap of a finger, Whitney and Bugsy were as bright as an Ampharos's light. They no longer had an appropriate face for the embarrassment they were feeling, and all Bugsy could do was hide himself in Whitney's side while she hugged.

Stuttering, Whitney cobbled together a retort. "Wh-what?! No! No! We're just kids! We haven't...done that yet, Clair! Get your mind out of the gutter! It's just bonding!"

Clair dropped her whip in her laughter, realizing her own foolishness. Nearly doubling over in her fit, she barely could even speak. "Ahahahah! Oh my word, I'm so sorry you two! Just...its late, alright? Please, my apologies."

"Fine..." The two spoke out in the same unison.

When they arrived, Clair smiled and nodded. "Say, Whitney, this is a pretty dandy place you got here? Its really cozy and everything. How come you never tell the other Gym Leaders about it?"

Whitney smiled, willing to partake in some short talk. "Oh, we all need a home-away-from-home, right? Well, before I met Bugsy, all I could do was tend to the farm, shop, and maybe go to the National Park or Pokéathlon, besides staying cooped up in the Gym. So, to get closer to the farm, I had this home commissioned!"

Clair smiled. Whitney, to some, seemed like a pretty gal, nothing more. Maybe even a ditz, or dare say a 'bimbo', but in reality, she was a hard-working girl with responsibilities to juggle. This is shared amongst all the Gym Leaders. When you enter the League, you are never a single-faceted person.

In a few minutes later, the three all brushed their teeth and the couple dressed in pajamas. Clair just slumped onto and rested in the couch, snoozing contently, mumbling in her sleep the fantasies her brain was painting.

Bugsy and Whitney couldn't immediately fall asleep, of course.

"H-hey, Whit...you think...we'd ever do, what Clair said? Y-you know..."

Most girls would just roll their eyes, or slap whoever asked that. Not Whitney, especially not to her boyfriend. "...We probably will. When the time is right. But...we won't know when that'll be until it comes, right?"

Bugsy smiled, glad she answered so maturely. He turned on over to hug Whitney and kissed her lips, nodding. "Yeah, only time will tell."

The two lovers dozed into a good sleep, happy at how a sudden run in with a person could open their eyes to a rather delicate subject.

(Sorry if this one is kinda adulty...I try to keep these types of sleazy themes out of Pokémon, but here, I couldn't resist.)