Ash sat down next to Melody and kissed her neck. She hadn't known he was there and jumped a little, grinning when she saw him.

"Why wait til tonight?" he whispered, as seductively as he could. Actually, he sounded a little like a maniac who was about to kill someone, but Melody must have had a fetish for maniacs with bloodlust as she wrapped her arms around his neck and breathed against his lips, "Sounds like a plan..."

"Done it," Ash said shakily, as Misty opened her hotel door. He grinned dreamily. "That was... so good."

"The break-up, Ash," Misty reminded him. "How did that go?"

"Not so well," he said, sinking down onto Misty's bed with a smile. "She accused me of using her and said she never wanted to see me again. She's gone back to her mother's hotel room."

"Oh well," Misty said heartlessly. "Right. I'm just going to get changed into my Jessie outfit."

She went into the bathroom and locked the door. Ash fell backwards off the bed after he'd forgotten to stay sitting up and lay on the floor, smiling to himself. Melody had been so good. He couldn't stop thinking about her... He felt like either more sex, or another of those ice cream sundaes.

"Ash?" Misty's voice came floating out from under the bathroom door. "Are you OK? Did you trip over something?"

"Nah," Ash called. "Just fell... Fell off the bed!" he giggled.

"God," Misty said contemptuously. "I might've known that sex would bring out the stupid side of you. Oh, sorry, that's your only side."

Ash was too blissed out to even respond. He just laughed away to himself until 'Jessie James' came out of the bathroom.

"Going to break up with Brock," she said, swept out of the room and beckoned to Ash to come with her. He did so, not complaining when she pinched his arm as she saw Brock standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Go behind me," she snapped. "And don't come down until I... erm... cough. OK?"

"KO," Ash said, then laughed. "Mist, did you see what I did? I said... KO instead of OK..."

"Yes, yes," Misty said, shoving him backwards so he stumbled up the stairs. She walked down the stairs, adopting a sombre expression.

"Jessie!" Brock exclaimed when she reached him. He kissed her on the cheek and she looked down, trying to remain 'sad'.

"Brockie," she whispered. "My mother is ill. I have to go back to Cerulean City... My plane is booked, Brockie. I'm never going to see you again."

"Wha-? Jessie. No! You can't! Don't leave me!" Brock jumped to the floor, grasping both of Misty's hands in his. Tears streamed down his tanned face.

"Brock," 'Jessie' said firmly. "I'm leaving. It was fun. Bye."

Misty turned away, disentangled her hands from Brock's and walked back up the stairs. She coughed loudly as she passed Ash's 'hiding place' which was a doorway. Thankfully, he had calmed down a little.

"Brock?" Ash said, concernedly (if there was one thing Misty gave him credit for, it was convincing acting). "Is everything OK, man?"

"N-no!" Brock howled, grabbed Ash's teeshirt and pulled him into a huge bear hug. Ash struggled to breathe but patted Brock on the back.

"A girl?" Ash asked.

"Yeah," Brock sniffled, putting Ash down and wiping his eyes. "I loved her so much. I met her today but it felt like we'd known each other for years and years... I loved her, Ash, I was in love with her."

"Yeah," Ash said understandingly. "It's OK... Really, man, you're going to be fine. We'll find you someone else to go nuts over," he added, smiling as he remembered Misty saying that to him.

"OK," Brock hiccuped. "Do you think you could get me a dirty magazine to look at, Ash?"

"Erm... Sure."

Ash went into the hotel lobby's shop and returned a few minutes later with a carrier bag. "It comes with a free gift," he said to Brock. "I think it's a keyring."

Brock took one look at the front of the magazine (which showed an attractive girl with Pidgey feathers in strategic places) and said instantly, "Ash, that's a vibrator."

"Oh," Ash said. "Yeah, I knew that... Got to go."

He ran back up the stairs and bumped into Misty who was standing at the top, biting the fake nails that hadn't been there before.

"I got him a magazine," Ash said.

"What?" Misty asked. "Who the hell are you, you bloody creep?"

"Huh?" Ash cried. "I'm Ash, Misty, remember?"

"My name's not Misty," the girl shouted. "I'm Hanna."

"Huh?" Ash repeated. "Misty, stop playing around."

"I'm not playing around... OH," came a voice from behind Ash. He turned around to see Misty standing behind him, gazing at the girl who looked just like her.