-Unique- (MockShipping)
Requested by: unreal.
(Songfic for Gotta Get Me Some by Nickelback)
I went out on the town with a friend last weekend
His ex-girlfriend's 'friend' was there alone
"Crap," Barry groaned, looking over Paul's shoulder. He'd cut himself off mid-story, something that the purple haired man appreciated. While he appreciated the younger guy's offer to go for a drink on the town, he hadn't come to listen to him talk himself up. It was a miracle that he hadn't glassed him already. Or at least told him to shut the hell up.
"Don't tell me you're feeling sick already?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Barry abruptly shook his head, eyes hardening at this suggestion.
"Hell no. I can drink a whole lot more!" he argued, looking away from wherever he'd been looking at and slamming a fist onto the bar. "Hey, you! Yeah, you. Another round over here for the men!" he shouted over the chatter, waving his hand at the bartender before growling impatiently. "Hey! Hurry up!"
"The fact you consider yourself a man makes me laugh," a voice said calmly before Paul could get around to it. Barry stiffened, commands coming to a halt as the speaker laughed. Her tone had an almost sweet malice to it that Paul had never heard before in his life. "Aren't you the little boy hopelessly in love with that hussy?"
"Hey, now! Dawn isn't a freaking hussy, you… you… evil woman!" Barry protested, coloring as she laughed again. "She just… she… I thought you two were friends?"
"Me and her?" she snorted, sitting beside Paul without asking for permission. She looked different to most of the girls he'd met- she looked like a woman who could back up her words with her fists despite having a sweet looking face. An almost pleasant smile sat on her face as she degraded Barry's ex-girlfriend, seeming to enjoy his reactions as much as Paul did. "Get real. She and the dream team are almost as pathetic as you."
"She isn't! You have no class insulting her… she's a lot better than you'll ever be!" Barry snarled, getting more and more agitated by the minute. The smile fell from the stranger's face instantly, replaced by a heavy scowl that sent shivers down even Paul's spine. Her eyes darkened and her face paled as she clenched her fists. Barry looked petrified as she directed that scowl at him.
"Oh, is that so? DO enlighten me as to how that is…" the sweet malice stayed in her voice, only increasing a fraction while her voice became low.
"Calm your ass down." Paul downed another drink, shrugging as she began to scowl at him. "Or at least take your verbal-raping outside. Spare the virginal ears within hearing."
"Don't tell me that you're part of the dream team as well?" she asked almost incredulously, a cruel smirk playing on her lips as she waved the bartender down. "Aren't appearances deceiving… usually, I can tell a virgin just from a first glance."
"I… gotta go to the bathroom," Barry mumbled, grabbing his bag. Neither the stranger or Paul heard him or noticed him scurry away, a relieved look on his face as the two began to trade insults.
"Coming from the woman who looks like a child? What a compliment," Paul returned, returning her smirk evenly. She looked almost surprised for a second before her smirk became colder.
Someone's on their high Ponyta, he decided as she made another insult towards his manhood. Eh. She's fun enough.
"-I knew I could smell something strange," he interrupted, laughing at her shocked expression. "No wonder you're so touchy. Tom Collins for me," he added as the bartender cleared her throat.
"My shout," the stranger added onto that, sliding a few bills across the bar. The trainer shook his head before letting out a snort.
"I don't accept charity." His hand reached for the money- only to be stopped by her warm one. Her hand was curiously rough- did she work as a mechanic? - and free of any jewellery. She did, however, have long nails as he soon discovered. "What the hell!" he growled, pulling his hand back in a hurry. "You crazy-"
"'-calm your ass down'," she mocked, shoving the money towards the now gaping bartender, who ran off in a hurry. Paul glared at the stranger, who gave him a cunning smile.
"You're a bitch," he said flatly, nursing his scratched hand.
"I try," she replied modestly, playing with her red hair.
She bought a couple rounds and I got the feeling she could really handle alcohol…
"Impressive… but don't get cocky," she said after he finished another shot. He wasn't sure who had come up with the idea of a shots competition or how they'd gotten to her house; but he did know that he was enjoying himself. He was right about Ursula- she was different to the other girls in Sinnoh. She was edgier, more fun to be around. She shrugged off his worst insults, returning them almost cordially.
She was unique. Her dislike of Ash Ketchum was the thing that he liked the most about her- she wasn't like the other girls who thought he was the most amazing person ever. She'd met him once or twice, she'd said with a laugh, but thought he was a complete bigot. Dawn was an airhead who won by luck- he'd openly smirked at the expression on her face as the blunette had been discussed- and Brock was just a freaking perv that was destined to be forever alone.
She was very interesting for sure.
..And it turns out she's got everything I want
All rolled into one
"Shuddup," he requested as she poured herself another shot. His eyes lingered on her lips as they parted, accepting the alcohol with ease before turning upwards. She could hold her liquor well- after so many shots and the couple of rounds beforehand at the bar, it was a miracle that she hadn't passed out yet.
"I win," she said triumphantly, throwing the glass behind her. It smashed loudly on the ground but she paid it no heed as he raised his eyebrows. "Ya drunk. Pay up, woman."
"So are you. I'm not passed out. I dun owe you a cent yet… never thought of you as a quitter." His tone became as mocking as hers as she made a rude gesture towards him.
"Shut your face. I never back down," she replied, thrusting the bottle towards him. She nearly hit him in the nose with it- probably on purpose, despite her lack of soberness. "Thankfully, neither are you."
"Growing attached, are we?" he asked, accepting it with a smile. She rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder before falling onto it.
"Wishful thinking?"
"Shut ya face or this goes where the sun doesn't shine…" The threat was softened with a quick, drunken kiss. Neither one was sure who started it but their night continued on without a pause.
She smokes a little home grown
drinks a little Cuero
Still a little down home
There was never a doubt
She's got a fast car
Hotter than a dance bar
Looking like a rock star
She'll be the talk of the town
You know, she's got everything I want
All rolled into one
Gotta Get Me Some.