Date Night

Brian, Gary, Amy, and Jet all headed to a sports bar after their battle at the Cerulean Gym. Jet had bet a lot of money on his match, so he decided to treat everyone.

"To our victory!" smiled Amy as she raised her glass in Jet's direction. He smiled as well, "May we have many more over the upcoming months!" Brian clanked glasses with the two of them enthusiastically; genuinely happy for his best friends' triumph. Gary was less enthusiastic, yet he clanked glasses all the same.

"So, Amy," Brian asked, "Are you going to start collecting badges too?"

"I'm not sure," Amy said after taking a sip of her drink, "If I do it will be after this damn cast comes off. It really itches."

The server walked up and asked, "So have you guys decided on what you want to eat?"

"Umm, yeah," said Jet absent mindedly while texting Misty, "Let me get the double decker quesadillas and an order of your wonton tacos."

Brian ordered some hot wings while the Oaks asked the server to come back in a few minutes. Brian looked over at Jet's phone and asked, "Are you texting the Gym Leader you battled today?"

Jet nodded and said, "Yeah, I got her number earlier." Brian frowned and asked, "Did you just send her a smiley face?"

Jet locked his phone and said, "Bitches love the smiley face, Brian."

"What? No they don't!" he then turned to Amy and asked, "Umm, do they? I mean, do you?"

"Smiley faces are all part of flirting, Brian." Amy said while trying to decide her order, "I use them all the time."

"Yeah," Brian argued, "but you're a girl! Guys don't send smiley faces!"

"I do," said Gary as if that settled the matter, "all the time. It's like when a girl sends you a 'heyy' with two y's."

"Wait," Brian frowned, "Isn't that just a typing mistake?"

Gary laughed and said, "No, it means she wants the di-"

Amy elbowed Gary and pointed to the table behind them, which had kids in it. "Watch your mouth," Amy said.

"Their parents probably cuss all the time," Jet interjected, "I don't think he'll exactly scar them for life if he uses profanity."

The server came back over to take the sibling's orders. Meanwhile, Misty sent Jet a text asking when they were to go on their date. He texted back, I was thinking tomorrow night if ur free.

He received the response, Hell yeah I'm free! I'll pick you up round 8? Jet smiled and told her that sounded great. Gary asked, "What are you grinning about?"

"Nothing," said Jet, locking his phone, "I just got a date with Misty tomorrow night."

"You can't go," said Gary, "We're leaving tomorrow morning for Vermillion!"

Jet leaned back and said, "No, you're leaving tomorrow. I'm staying down here for a couple of days and I'm meeting you guys at the Vermillion Pokémon Center bright and early on the twenty first."

"If I didn't know any better," said Amy, "I'd say you don't like traveling with people."

"Except for Natalie," Brian corrected her, "And we all know how that turned out."

"Look," sighed Jet, "I really like this girl, Misty, and I just want to spend some time with her before I'm whisked away to destinations unknown."

Amy nodded, "I can respect that."

Gary however, said, "You're kidding right? There will be other girls! I guarantee you, there are a million of them out there just waiting for you to stick your little pecker inside of them," he was elbowed again by his sister before continuing, "so don't get stuck on fish lips over there at the Gym. You have our tickets, so you need to come with us."

Jet went into his jacket and pulled out the SS Anne tickets, "If that was all you were worried about you should have said something." He handed Gary the tickets, "A sign of good faith. If I don't make it by time the twenty first rolls around, just invite one of those millions of woman you were talking about to a night she won't forget."

Gary took the tickets and said, "I'll hold you to that, Brown."

The server came out with everyone's food and placed it all on the table. Brian turned to Amy and said, "Speaking of dates, what about ours?"

Jet looked up and asked, "What date?"

Amy said, "Oh yeah, Brian bet me if he could beat me in a battle then I would let him take me out."

Jet smirked and looked at Brian, "Oh really? Stepping up there, huh?"

Brian went slightly red, and Amy said, "I was thinking the SS Anne thing could count as our date. Otherwise, you have to wait until the cast comes off."

This was not what Brian was expecting; or hoping for. Still, he put on a smile and told Amy, "That sounds great."

The next day, Jet bade farewell to his friends as they left the Center early to go to Vermillion. Misty had called him that morning to say she was getting off early, so she was picking him up at six instead of eight. Jet decided to spend the rest of the day shopping and preparing for his trip. He now had over thirty grand to spend, so he had to exercise a lot of caution not to spend it all at once.

The first thing Jet did was donate some of his more worn out travel clothes to the local Good Will. After that, he went to buy some new clothes that were fit for travel. As well as a new pair of timberlands and some running shoes.

After clothes shopping, Jet replenished some of his rations for hiking trips. It all fit into his food storage container which could be reduced to a capsule for convenience. He also bought a new water bottle to stay hydrated.

Then Jet went to the Pokemart to get medicines and pokeballs. He didn't need a lot of medicines, as he had previously stocked up on those. So he instead bought a surplus of different types of pokeballs fit for whatever he may face. These were the most expensive of his supplies, and he spent about fifteen thousand on just pokeballs alone.

After Jet was done shopping, He went to his room to get ready for his date. He wore some of his better clothes that night, so he would not go out looking like a fucking hiker. By the time six o'clock rolled by, Jet was standing outside of the Pokémon Center wearing all black with a dark brown leather jacket. He reflected to himself amusingly that all he needed was a cigarette and he'd probably look like he was something straight out of Goodfellas.

Misty's blue Benz pulled up. Jet smiled and walked over to the passenger side door and opened it, "So. Where are we headed?" he asked as he got in. "Oh," said Misty thoughtfully, "I was just thinking we could head down town." Misty wore a white blouse that showed just the right amount of cleavage and some skinny jeans. Her hair was straightened and cut with bangs.

"You look great!" smiled Jet as Misty pulled off. She simply grinned and put on some music as they rode into the night. It wasn't long before Misty parked her car at a meter in center city Cerulean. "I figured we could walk from here. There's this bowling alley I want to take you to."

The bowling alley she spoke of looked almost like a dance club rather than a place families could have light a hearted game night. There was a bar inside, as well as waitresses in tight shirts and short skirts. The bowling lanes had black lights over them. There was also techno music playing in the background.

Jet had never gone bowling before. Now that he did, he discovered that he wasn't particularly good at it. Misty was a pro apparently. She got strike after strike, and lightly gloated as Jet missed pin after pin. "I'm not sure I'm very good at this," Jet said as Misty won the game with her final strike, "I think I saw some pool tables back there somewhere, want to try that out?"

Misty grinned, "Sure, but go easy on me!"

As it turned out, Misty was an even better pool shark then she was a bowler. After losing the first game by a landslide, Jet got serious. He lost a second time by two balls, and insisted they play best three out of five. Misty found Jet's losses very amusing, "You're not fond of losing, are you?"

Jet laughed, "I don't mind losing at all. I just don't want to get my ass handed to me all night at every game we play."

"Then step your game up!"

Jet leaned down to shoot his next ball and asked, "So what are you going to school for anyway?"

He shot his ball and sunk it into the side pocket, then moved on to the next one. "Biology," Misty said, "marine biology to be more specific."

"Why doesn't that surprise me?" Jet asked as he tried to line up his next shot, "So you want to be a marine biologist, huh?"

"What I want to do," Misty responded as she chalked her stick, "is be a researcher for aquatic Pokémon. How about you? You want to go around challenging gyms all your life?"

Jet hit the cue ball and said, "Not exactly. I want to get into Pokémon medicine, but I'm waiting to go to school."

Misty asked, "Waiting for what?"

Jet smiled, "Until I beat the regional's."

"Well, you got two badges in less than two months," said Misty thoughtfully, "I could see you heading to the regional's in about a year. If you keep the pace you're at now, that is."

"That's the plan." Jet frowned as he looked at the table before him. He had cleared all of his balls off the table except for the eight. The only problem was, Misty's balls were still scattered across the table and made it impossible for a straight shot. She smirked at him, "Don't scratch!"

Jet stood back and took a look at his options. He could bank the shot, but he didn't see himself actually making the eight into the pocket. Then he tried walking around the table to see if he had anywhere else to go.

"Just shoot, Jet! You aren't making it, any way you look at it."

Jet shook his head, "Nah, I got a shot. Three rails; I'm going to bank it off of this side," Jet pointed to the rail opposite of his cue ball, "then off of here, then off of here, and then it will hit the eight in this corner." He tapped the corner where he was going to shoot the eight in.

"If you make that shot than I'll go skinny dipping with you!" laughed Misty, "You can't make that shot, no fucking way!"

Jet smirked and leaned down to prepare to make his shot. Fortunately, the little white dots on the sides of the table helped him line it up perfectly. He hit the cue ball. It bounced off the opposite rail, off the second rail, third, hit the eight, and then…

"No fucking way," said an awestruck Misty, "How the hell did you make that shot?"

Jet grinned and gestured for her to come over, "Let me show you."

Misty walked over to where Jet was. "Now, if I put the fifteen where the eight was and the cue back where it was," said Jet, "and you stand over here. Now get low, poke your butt out and line up your shot-"

"You're just trying to get me to bend over!"

"Now focus on hitting the cue where that white dot is."

"The middle one right there?"

"Mhm," mumbled Jet, "and shoot whenever you're ready."

Misty smiled and took aim. After lining up her shot, she hit the cue. It bounced off all three rails and hit the fifteen, which just missed the pocket.

"That's alright," Jet said, "You just need some practice."

After playing pool, Jet and Misty left the bowling alley. As they walked down the street, Jet couldn't help but look in wonder at the beauty that was Cerulean City, "I could really get use to this place," he said, "They got nothing like this in my home town."

"What was it like," asked Misty, "where you grew up?"

Jet thought about it and said, "It was ok, I guess. I grew up ten minutes from the beach, so the summer time was great. I'd head down there every day with Brian. But it was a small town, and there was really nothing to do. Not like this place though," Jet said as he admired all of the buildings and shops, "You don't know how good you have it."

Misty giggled. Jet asked, "What's so funny?"

Misty shook her head, "Nothing. Come on, there is a park not that far from here. I want you to see it."

Jet followed Misty as she led him to the park. They passed by two men who walked out of a deli. One of them, who wore a neck brace and bandages on his head, stopped the other as Jet and Misty walked by. He pointed at Jet and told his friend, "That's the guy!"

His friend frowned and said, "What guy, Ernie? What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You remember I told you 'bout that job we were pulling in Mt. Moon for the organization? Remember I told you some kids ended up killing everyone with their Pokémon and then made the dynamite blow up?"

Ernie's friend's eyebrows raised and he said, "That's him?"

"Yeah, I know it's him, Lars! I'd recognize that face anywhere! And that's his red headed bitch, too!"

Ernie pulled a revolver from his waist, "I'm gonna fucking kill him for what he did! My Sandslash is dead now! All those people I was working with, I have no idea what happened to them, but I heard they dead too!"

"God damn it Ern!" said Lars in a low, urgent voice, "Put that fucking gun away! This is a crowded street! You want to kill him, challenge him to a Pokémon battle! Make it look like an accident!"

"This ain't no time for a battle!" said Ernie in a loud voice, "I want that fucker dead!"

"Then use your head you idiot!" Lars spat, "What happens when you shoot them and someone comes over to check out the commotion?"

"Then I shoot them too!" said Ernie, stubbornly.

"You fucking dumb ass, Ernie!" Lars said urgently, "Didn't you get a Drowzee last week from the Organization? Use it to put them to sleep, and then take them somewhere where no one will hear the gunshots!"

Ernie's eyes widened, "You're right! C'mon, we have to catch up to them!"

Jet and Misty walked down a park walkway hand in hand. Jet said, "So, were you serious about that whole skinny dipping thing?"

Misty stopped walking and smirked, "I thought you were going to miss that shot!"

Jet stepped a little closer and smirked as well, "Yeah, well, I didn't. And that means a certain someone owes me-"

"Oh no," Misty said, "That doesn't count!"

"Well I won the bet," Jet stepped a little closer, (He was now only a few inches from Misty's face), "I think I'm entitled to some kind of compensation!"

Misty giggled, "Well, what did you have in mind?"

As an answer, Jet placed his hands on Misty's waist and leaned in for a kiss. Misty met him half way and they locked lips. It was a much softer kiss than he usually had with Natalie, with much less tongue. It was less sexual and more sensual then Jet was used to. He enjoyed every second of it.

"I hope we're not interrupting."

Both Jet and Misty jumped in surprise as two men, (one tall and heavily built, the other short with a neck brace), stood before them. The short one pointed to Jet and said, "You and me are going to have ourselves a little battle!"

"Who the hell are you?" Misty asked.

"Shut up slut!" said the tall one, "This is between them!"

Jet stepped forward angrily, "Watch your fucking mouth or we won't need Pokémon, I'll lay your ass out right now!"

The two men laughed. The tall one said, "He sure got guts, don't he Ern?"

"Yeah, he does," Ernie laughed, "now let's cut him open and see what they look like! Go, Drowzee!"

The hypnosis Pokémon was sent forth to do battle. Jet pulled a pokeball from his belt and said to Misty, "This will be quick, don't worry! Go, Spark!"

Jet's Pikachu was sent out to battle the new foe. Ernie quickly yelled, "Use hypnosis, Drowzee!" As Jet told Pikachu, "Use Thunderbolt!"

It wasn't even a contest. Pikachu's Thunderbolt knocked out the Drowzee instantly. As soon as Drowzee fell over, defeated, Ernie let out a howl of furry and pulled a revolver from his waist band. Then, several things happened very quickly. Pikachu, sensing danger, used Thunderbolt on the two humans in front of him. Ernie, right as Pikachu's attack hit, fired his gun. Jet got out Pikachu's pokeball and recalled him. Unfortunately, he was not able to do so before Pikachu was shot with Ernie's revolver.

Author's Notes:

Eighty reviews, thank you so much for the support! Next chapter will be posted soon, I'm probably going to post it before Monday.

Jet's Pikachu – Lvl. 30

Ernie's Drowzee – Lvl. 19

Spark is shot, and two thugs have it in for Jet! Will Spark survive the gunshot? Find out in the next chapter. And keep the reviews coming!