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Dawn felt all eyes on her, a delicate flush on her cheeks, tears filling her eyes.
"Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" She screamed, dropping to her knees and wrapping her arms around Ash.
Soon a ripple of congratulations spread through the crowd, descending on the couple until they could no longer be seen through the sea of legs.
Misty stood frozen in place, unable to believe what she was seeing and hearing, a year they'd been together, one measly year and they were already getting married. Misty had put three years into her relationship with Ash and she'd never got a proposal. What had she done so wrong?
Pushed him away and laughed when he'd suggested marriage? A small voice nagged in the back of her mind.
She groaned slightly, old regrets coming bubbling back to the surface, she could be married by now, a child potentially running around her ankles. Instead, she was in a fake relationship that after this weekend would be nothing more than a distant memory.
"Misty?" A voice asked, slowly bringing her back to reality.
"Yeah?" She responded, turning towards Gary at her side.
"You alright?" He questioned, the concern clear in his eyes.
"Me? I'm fine." She shook her head. "Sorry, you were about to say something."
"I was?" He took a sip of his drink, trying to forget what he'd almost said earlier.
"Yeah, before we were interrupted." She said, trying to laugh but it sounded fake even to her own ears.
"That? It wasn't important. Forget about it." He shrugged, uncaring.
"Okay, mind if I leave you alone for a second? Need to see May real quick." She said, pointing in the other woman's direction. Normally she would push the subject, desperate to discover what Gary was holding so dear, his secret, but she was currently too shocked to process anything.
"Course not, I'm a big boy I can take care of myself." He joked but Misty barely smiled.
"Great." She grabbed a drink and turned from him, forcing her way through the crowd towards May.
Gary watched her leave with a sigh, downing his drink and quickly grabbing another, Misty wasn't the only one who'd been dealt a heavy blow tonight. His pride and ego had taken a hit, in a way he wasn't used to.
"Misty!" Dawn cried, running over to the red head and grabbing her in a hug.
"Dawn, congratulations!" She shouted, awkwardly returning the hug.
"Can you believe it? I'm engaged!" She pulled back, flashing her ring at Misty.
"It's incredible, and the ring is gorgeous." She gushed, fake smile plastered on her face.
"Isn't it? Who knew Ash had such good taste?" Dawn questioned, her eyes glistening with fresh tears of joy.
"I don't think anybody would have guessed." She laughed before Dawn disappeared into the crowd, flaunting her new ring at anyone she could find.
With a sigh of relief Misty made her way towards May again, needing the support of her best friend right now. As she walked she felt a hand on her wrist, fingers tightly clamped around her skin, stopping her from continuing. She glanced over to her right to see Ash stood there, looking at her hesitantly.
"Congratulations young man." Misty joked, breaking the silence between them.
"Thank you." He said, eyes never leaving her own.
"I'm proud, I would have expected some sort of pokéball ring from you."
"This isn't the first time I've purchased an engagement ring." He said, Misty biting her lip slightly.
"What… what are you talking about?" She stuttered, gradually pulling her wrist away from his grip.
"What do you think?" He raised his eyebrow, wanted her to say the words he couldn't bring himself to.
"You were going to…" She was cut off by Dawn running up to the pair, Misty had never been so grateful for an interruption in all her life.
"There he is, my soon-to-be husband." She smiled, leaning up and kissing him, taking advantage of the distraction she left the pair, searching May out in the crowd.
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May glanced around the room, looking for Misty, knowing that the engagement announcement would be difficult for her. She was finally moving on, Gary was pulling her out of her slump, but she was convinced this would just push her back to the start, all her old emotions were sure to return.
"Get me drunk." Misty said, arriving at her side.
"Do you think that's going to help?" May asked, tilting her head to one side.
"I just watched the man I've been in love with since I was ten years old get engaged to some other girl." She said, giving her a look.
"You're right, let's get our shots on." She announced, grabbing her Misty's wrist and leading her towards the bar.
"A tray of vodka shots, please." Misty smiled at the bar tender.
"A tray? Is that even a possible order?" May questioned, rising her eyebrow.
"It is now." She shrugged in return.
The bar tender placed a tray with a collection of glasses on them before trailing a bottle over them and filling each of them.
"Thank you." Misty muttered before grabbing a shot and downing it in one, soon reaching for another one.
"Slow down, or at least let me have one." She laughed, grabbing a shot and downing it.
"We're going to need another tray." Misty called over, downing her next shot.
"Misty, pace yourself." She warned, doing another shot.
"Engagement." She stated, lifting another shot to her lips.
"Fine, but you can't always use that excuse." May sighed, defeated, before accepting the second tray of shots placed in front of her.
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Gary stood in a crowd, all gushing over the wedding tomorrow and the soon coming wedding of Dawn and Ash, but his attention was not with the current topic of conversation. Instead his eyes flicked around the room, hoping to find his red headed date, she'd long disappeared since her search for May and had yet to return.
"I need your help." Drew said, arriving at Gary's side and urgently grabbing his arm.
"Why? What's happened?" He questioned as the other man dragged him away.
"It's May and Misty." He explained. "They're pissed."
"Seriously? She was with me about half an hour ago." He said, thinking Drew was exaggerating slightly until he took in the sight at the bar.
May was leaning against the wooden top, head resting in her hands, numerous empty glasses in front of her. Misty was sat on the floor, head lolling forward onto her chest.
"Jesus." Gary muttered, pushing himself forward and past Drew to reach the two drunk girls.
"Gary!" Misty called out when she saw him stood in front of her. "Just the man I was looking for."
"You okay?" He asked, bending down in front of her.
"Of course! I'm perfect, wonderful, fan-fucking-tastic!"
"If you say so." Gary rolled his eyes and pulled Misty up to her feet.
"Come on May, let's get some food in you." Drew said, pulling May towards a table containing the crudités for guests to eat before the dinner started.
"Food!" Misty shouted, attempting to follow after the married couple but soon had her path blocked by Gary.
"I don't think so." He shook his head.
"Why not?" She whined, similar to a puppy scolded by his owner.
"You've had too much to drink and you're going to bed." He put an arm around her shoulder and tried to lead her from the room.
"But I'm not tired, and the dinner will start soon." She complained, moving free of his hold.
"I don't care, you need to go to sleep." He laughed slightly as her glazed over eyes narrowed into slits.
"You're not the boss of me." She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Yes I am young lady." He crossed his arms.
"Let me make a deal with you." She suggested.
"I'm listening." He raised an eyebrow at her.
"You finish these shots with me and if I can't walk in a straight line afterwards I'll go to bed."
"Deal." He said, grabbing a shot and downing it.
"Hey! You have to wait for me." She said, helplessly watching him down shots, hoping to minimise her alcohol consumption.
"Never said we had to share fairly." He winked, grabbing another shot.
"Technicalities." She rolled her eyes, grabbing the final shot left.
"Alright Red." He said, wiping his upper lip to rid himself of the excess moisture. "Let's see you walk."
With a smug smirk Misty spun around and walked away, Gary watched as she wobbled, her path far from straight.
"Bed!" He shouted after her, shaking his head slightly.
"I don't think so." She called back. "It's time for dinner."
She began stumbling towards the tables, Gary having to run over and take a hold of her elbow to stop her toppling over.
"We had a deal." He whispered.
"I had my fingers crossed." She whispered back, the smell of alcohol thick on her breath.
"God's sake Misty." He groaned. "Fine, but you have to promise to be on your best behaviour."
"When am I not?" She asked, shock on her face.
"You really want me to go there?" He questioned as she dropped rather clumsily into her chair.
"Good evening everyone." She smiled, ignoring Gary's comment. "Hasn't tonight been fabulous?"
A murmur of agreement came from the table as Misty turned to shot Gary a look over her shoulder. He just rolled his eyes in return, sitting himself down next to the girl.
"May, would you please pass me the wine?" Misty asked, turning to the girl located on her other side.
"Of course Misty." May said, reaching forward and handing the bottle over to her.
"Why thank you." She exclaimed, turning towards Gary as she poured her drink. "I'm the height of sophistication."
"Oh sure." He nodded. "You're pouring wine on the table."
"Fuck!" She shouted, pulling the bottle up right and grabbing for napkins to clean up the liquid. Gary laughing at her panic.
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Misty stared down at the cherry in the middle of her plate, the whole dinner had gone by in a blur, not helped by the numerous bottles of wine she and May had managed to get through, Gary and Drew helping them along the way. She had practically inhaled her chocolaty treat, all she had left was her cherry. Slowly she brought her fork down to the glossy, red fruit, planning to nibble on it until everyone else had caught up with her.
Thanks to her double vision her aim was slightly off, instead the metal grazed the edge of the cherry causing the fruit to shoot from her plate and across the table, straight into Dawn's chest and dropping to her lap, leaving behind a perfect, circular stain.
Dawn's gaze dropped to her lap in disgust, Misty tried to bite her lip but her body was shaking and soon she erupted into giggles, loudly echoing off the walls causing eyes from all tables turning to look at her.
Her laugh was contagious, and due to high amounts of wine he's consumed, Gary found himself laughing too, May and Drew soon joining in. Dawn shot them all a dirty look but it didn't lessen their laughter, the four of them gasping for breath as tears rolled down their cheeks.
Finally a fifth person cracked and a hearty, deep laugh rung out, Dawn turning to glare at her new fiancé, only making his laughter stronger.
"I'm going to get cleaned up." She stated, standing up and throwing a napkin down onto the table.
"Dawn!" Ash shouted after her between laughing. "Come on, it was funny!"
"Whatever." She called back, Ash forcing himself up and following her.
"Seems like we annoyed the bride to be." Misty whispered to May when their laughter finally died down.
"Then I think we've achieved something today." May said, holding up her glass.
With a smile Misty brought up her own, sloshing her drink around as she clinked the two glasses together.
Bringing it to her lips, Misty took a long gulp and soon polished off the contents, eyeing up Gary's untouched dessert on his plate the whole time.
"See something you like, Red?" He asked, following her gaze.
"How have you not eaten that yet?" Her eyes wide with confusion, how could anyone ignore such chocolaty goodness?
"I'm not a fan of sweet things." He shrugged, her mouth dropping open in shock.
"What? I'm not sure I can be with you anymore."
"Why? If anything, we make the perfect couple." He stated, smugly smiling in her direction.
"How'd you figure?" She asked, taking her now full wine glass off of May.
"Because I can give you my desserts instead. I'll keep you in a sugary, sweet life."
"Did I ever tell you how much I adore?" She shot a smile in his direction.
"Not recently." He laughed, sinking his fork into his dessert.
He held the fork out towards her, Misty leant forward, delicately wrapping her lips around the metal and letting her eyes close in pleasure. A soft moan rippled through her throat as she pulled back, Gary smiling slightly at the sound.
"Oh god, that's so good." She moaned, eyes opening again.
"Can I interest you in some more?" He smirked, lifting the fork upwards again.
"You most definitely can." She nodded, eagerly leaning back.
The moan this time was far from soft, it was loud, deep and needing, Gary found himself wishing he could take her away from the table, back to his room, and cause this moan again.
"More?" He raised an eyebrow.
"God, yes!" She cried out, guiding his hand towards her mouth, once again moaning in delight.
"Get a room." Ash rolled his eyes, joining the table again, his fiancée still absent.
"Don't tempt me." Misty said, licking the sauce off her lips. "Alone with Gary and chocolate is my idea of a great night."
"Shut up and eat your dessert." Gary laughed, successfully picking up the cherry and placing it in her mouth, his heart fluttering slightly at her previous statement.
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May and Misty stumbled out of the lift, both deciding to hit the bar before bed, their respective partners retreating to their rooms. After sharing another bottle of wine the pair decided to turn in, heads swimming slightly as they walked down the corridor. Fumbling through her purse May retrieved her key and, after three failed attempts, was able to let herself into her room, falling in the hall as the door swung open, causing Misty to laugh so loudly she woke Drew.
"What's going on?" He asked, shielding his eyes from the bright hallway corridor.
"Nothing, I was just dropping this off for you." Misty said, gesturing to May on the floor.
"Right, thanks." He muttered, watching as Misty swayed and was forced to support herself with the walls. "You need a hand?"
"I'm capable of getting back to my own room alone." She pouted, crossing her arms and almost losing her balance.
"Sure you can." He rolled his eyes, tiredly scratching his chest as he walked towards the drunk girl.
"Night May." Misty called, attempting to walk away.
"Wait." Drew called, catching her arm. "I'm taking you back."
"I can do it myself." She glared, trying to move from his grip.
"You can barely stand, I'm coming with you." He instructed, reaching for her bag, where he assumed her key would be.
"Help! Your husband wants to have his way with me." Misty shouted, jumping away from his advancing hand, causing her legs to crumple and her body to fall to the ground.
"Drew! Leave her alone!" May shouted, grabbing hold of his leg from the floor.
"God! You two are so difficult." He groaned, trying to free himself from her vice grip.
"Run Misty! Get away while you still can." May screamed.
Pushing herself upwards from the wall, Misty ungracefully righted herself, flashing Drew more than he'd wanted, before breaking into a run, bouncing off the walls as he went. Rolling his eyes, Drew decided she wasn't his responsibility and instead put his focus on his wife, still wrapped around his leg on the floor.
Misty slowed down to a walk further down the corridor, her head spinning slightly as she went, her eyes traced her door as she continued past it. That was not her intended destination, tonight she wanted to be in someone else's room.
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Holding onto the sink, downing a pint of water, Gary was trying to sober himself up, the champagne, the shots and the wine with dinner were causing his mind to fog, his head feeling heavy. He thought if he could rid himself of his current drunk state he could also save himself a hangover.
He heard a harsh knocking on his door, echoing through his once silence room. Placing the half-finished drink on the side he walked towards the door, revealing a bleary eyed Misty on the other side.
"Hi." She smiled up at him.
"What are you doing here?" He asked, scratching the back of his neck just to keep his hands busy.
"To see you." She shrugged. "Can I come in?"
"I'm not sure." He admitted, remembering the last time he'd had a drunk Misty in his room.
"Well I'm coming in anyway." She pressed her hand onto his bare chest and forcibly pushed him out of her way.
He sighed but gently closed his door, turning to see Misty sitting on his bed, elegantly swinging her legs round and resting them on the mattress.
"You just going to stare or are you going to keep me company?" She asked, smirking at him.
"Seriously Misty, what are you doing here?" He used every ounce of self-control he had to keep himself rooted to the spot.
"To finish what we started last night." She gently stroked the empty space next to her. "I'm lonely." She pouted slightly.
His resolve was slowly cracking, his feet seemed to work alone leading him towards the bed, crawling towards her until he was knelt by her side.
"Much better." She whispered, pulling his face down to meet her.
Once her silky lips were against his all his resistance fell, his body took control, shutting down his mind.
He pinned her against the bed, roughly pulling her dress from her, leaving them both in their underwear. His lips quickly found hers again, tongue brushing against her and she slowly opened her mouth and allowed him entrance. His hand floated downwards, his fingers stroking her through the barrier of her knickers, her hips buckling towards his touch. Her hands gripped his cheeks tightly, her body begging for more of him.
Bringing his hand back up he pulled one of her bra cups down, letting her breast come loose. Pulling back from her lips he trailed kiss down her body, nipping at her skin when he came across the purple mark from their last encounter. Moving over her took her breast within his mouth, flicking the nipple with his tongue as her fingers clutched at his hair.
"Condom, now." She whispered, Gary's eyes flying open at the statement.
His mind was assaulted with flashbacks, the shower, the pair of them on his bed, her scream the next morning, the pain he'd felt when she'd brushed him off, her disgust at the idea of anything more happening between them.
He abruptly pushed himself off Misty, jumping from the bed until his back was pressed against the wall, eyes wide with an unreadable expression.
"I think you should leave." He said, tearing his gaze away from hers.
"Why?" She asked, pushing herself up onto her elbows.
"Come on Misty." He groaned but she continued to look at him expectantly. "We've both had a bit to drink, some more than others, but this isn't a good idea."
"A drunk mind speaks for a sober heart." She said, reaching out for him but he just moved further away.
"What does that even mean?" He shouted.
"Jesus Christ Gary! I want you, I have done for a while now." She sighed, exasperated.
"No you don't." He said, refusing to believe her drunk ramblings.
"Really? And you know what I want?" She asked, sitting up fully.
"Yes, you want Ash." He accused.
"What? No I don't!" She denied, crossing her arms.
"Yes you do, it's written all over your face. The whole reason this mess started was Ash, and he's the reason I'm ending it." He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, an action Misty had been doing mere moments ago.
"A mess? That's all I am to you?" She asked, hurt seeping into her voice.
"No. Jesus, you've become so much more than that. But to you, it's not the same." He inwardly groaned at his own honesty.
"Why don't you ask me how I feel? The answer might surprise you."
"It wouldn't, you may not be willing to admit it, but you'll always love Ash. Forever and a day." He felt jealous of Ash, after all these years he'd finally got the one thing he could never have. "I really think you should go."
"No, I'm not leaving until you realise how much I want you. Forget about Ash! It's all about you."
"We're not having sex." He said, cutting through the games.
"We will, I always get my way." She smirked, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
"Not tonight Red."
"Fine, I'm bored of you anyway. Can't be dealing with your tantrums." She shrugged, turning around so her back was now towards him, arms still firmly crossed.
Shaking his head slightly, he walked towards his bathroom to finish the rest of his water, and probably take a cold shower. As he went he felt something hit him the back of his head and turned to see a black, lacy bra on the floor, his eyes shifted to the now topless Misty, back still towards him.
He felt himself smiling at the cheeky, mischievous girl on his bed, wanting nothing more than to join her but knowing he shouldn't. His body practically begged for her, wanting to feel her soft skin against his own, to kiss ever last inch of her, to make her cry out with desire.
He knew she'd regret it in the morning, hell he'd probably regret his moment of weakness as well, but right now, due to his slightly hazy mind, this seemed like the best decision, the right thing to do.
His legs moved quickly, soon returning to the bed, kneeling behind her, grabbing her chin and turning her face to his, passionately kissing her as she leant back against. His hand moving down to her waist, pushing her knickers down, she raised her legs so he was able to dispose of them.
Her hands reached behind her, swiftly removing his boxers, he lifted one knee at a time to free himself and allowing her to drop them to the floor with her own. She gently rocked her hips, the back of the thighs rubbing against him as they continued to kiss, pressure building within from the contact.
After feeling his hard member against her leg, she took hold of him in her hands, placing the protection over his impressive girth before leading inside her warm, wet centre. Once inside Gary began thrusting, Misty curling her back to give him easier access. Her hands tightly around his neck, his clamped firmly on her hips, their fingers gripping at the flesh with each pleasurable thrust.
Slowly her hold came lose, her body falling forward as she clutched on the bed head, his hands still keeping her in her place against him. With their movement the bed shook, the wooden frame slamming against the wall as their groans and moans grew louder, neither one caring about the people who would no longer be sleeping in the next room.
"Jesus Gary, I'm so close." Misty managed to get out between breaths.
Gary pulled out quickly and Misty found herself being flipping over onto her back, arms held above her head as he stared down at her into his eyes. This might be his only opportunity to be this intimate with Misty and he wanted to remember every detail, the look in her eye when she came.
Leaning down he kissed her deeply, slipping back inside her as he did, earning a slight gasp from the girl at the unexpected act.
Slowly he rolled his hips, getting progressively faster with each buck, his arms either side of her stomach for support. Misty leg's wrapping tightly around his body to keep him close, not letting him get away again. Loud moans escaping her trembling body as she reached her climax.
She reached out and grabbed his thighs as she screamed his name, her head rolling back in the pillow as her body quivered, her walls pulsing against him as she came. Her toes curling under, her nerve endings exploding, her whole body being taken over with ecstasy.
Still going, Gary continued to thrust, getting faster as he felt himself building to his peak, groaning as his release came, pleasure seeping from his pores as he finished.
Rolling off her he lay down next to Misty, gently removed the well-used protection and tossing it across the room, watching with satisfaction as it landed in the bin.
"Good aim." Misty laughed, turning to look at him.
"Years of practice." He joked as she shot him an unimpressed look.
"For a guy who's been with a lot of girls you're surprisingly clueless." She commented, moving her body closer and placing her head on his chest.
"Please Red, I'm an expert." He said, wrapping his arms tightly around the red head before him.
She humphed in response before letting her eyes drop closed, gentle, sleepy breaths blowing across his chest, his body shivering against the sudden chill on his previously warm body.
He found the contact strange and new to him, most nights with a women resulted in him leaving before the morning, and if by some strange chance he stayed the night there was a strict own side of the bed policy. But with Misty he wanted to hold her close, he wanted to know even in his sleep she was right next to him, he wanted to experience a closeness he never had in the past.
He ignored his mind screaming at him, the old Gary begging to roll her away while she slept, pleading to not get caught up in her drunk desires that soon turned to sober shames. But he pushed the voice away, keeping Misty in his arms, never wanting to let go.
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