Hey NGM2014 here and I am so far really enjoying writing this story so I am writing another chapter. I have really spoiled you guys by writing up another chapter so soon after the last one. This probably won't happen that often, so don't get your hopes up for new chapters to be posted so often. I am also open to all criticism so if you are reading this, please comment what you think so I can keep this story going. So, let's start the story...

The three pokemon entered the room. There were many groups of pokemon all walking round together. In the middle of the room, an eevee and a houndour were having a fight. By the looks of it, that eevee was putting the dark type to absolute shame. The eevee had a firm bite around the dark dogs neck, and was starting to bite down even harder. The houndour was showing signs of obvious pain, tears were starting to form in the corners of his eyes. Fennekin was gazing over at the houndour with her dark caramel eyes. The houndour turned round and saw her gaze. He suddenly smiled viciously, grabbed the eevee's fluffy collar and threw him over his head. The eevee was thrown like a rag doll onto the floor. The houndour stood up shakily, growling. The eevee got up and retreated, its tail between its legs. The houndour stood proudly, smiling with glee. Fennekin started cheering with all of the other pokemon watching the fight. The houndour noticed this and came towards Fennekin, holding his head high whilst still smiling, showing all his teeth.

"So, how did you enjoy the fight?" the houndour said, leaning on her slightly.

"Um it was good, I have never seen a fight like that before." Fennekin said back, smiling happily. Froakie was talking with Pikachu, looking at the two pokemon out of the corner of his eye. He looked jealous, jealous of the houndour and how Fennekin was already falling for him, even though she had only just met him. How come no matter how hard he tried, Fennekin never even noticed him but when this pathetic excuse for a dark type comes along and starts to do exactly what I do it works. It just didn't seem fair to him.

"Well that wasn't my best. Im feeling a bit tired." The Houndour replied confidently. "And by the way, my nickname my trainer calls me is Chimu, so you can just call me Chimu."

(NGM2014: I was going or something Japanese, and seeing as Houndour are known to live and hunt in packs, I called him Chimu. It means Team in Japanese.)

"Well nice to meet you Chimu."

"Can I offer you a drink, I don't mind walking over to the bar to get them."

"Ok sure, I don't mind what you get me."

"Sure, I'll be right back then."

Chimu walked over to the bar. He grabbed a vodka and coke and a beer. He carried them back to Fennekin.

(NGM2014: Don't ask me how he carried them back if he has no hands and walks on four paws, he just does ok. And also, pokemon totally drink alcohol in this.)

"Here, have this."

"What is it?"

"Its vodka and coke."

Fennekin stopped, holding the drink. She wasn't sure if Serena would like her getting drunk with a guy she just met. She could almost imagine her disapproving face. But hey, what's the fun in no drinking at a party?

"Cool sounds great!"

Fennekin knocked back the drink. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the sickly sweet alcopop. It has a overpowering sweet taste at first, but then went down. It was actually pretty good!

Froakie has his mouth open in shock. Pikachu looked round to see what he got so shocked over.,

"Hey Froakie, is something wrong?" Pikachu asked.

"Did you just see what Fennekin just did?"

"No why?"

"She just accepted an alcoholic drink from that mutt and is knocking it back as we speak."

"You're kidding me right?" Pikachu asked, not quite believing what he just said. "Serena is gonna be mad at her."

"Is that all you can think about? Don't you realise what's gonna happen?"

"No, not really."

"She's gonna get real drunk. Then she's probably gonna do something she really regrets with that bastard. Then we have a drunk bitch to handle."

"Woah, watch your mouth!" Pikachu said, slightly shocked at what he had just said to him.

"Anyway, we all know that's gonna happen so fuck what I say."

Pikachu sighed. It was obvious Froakie was worried about her. He could see that already, Fennekin was looking not quite herself. The alcohol obviously had started to set in quickly. Well, what's the worst that could happen?

As Pikachu said, what's the worst that could happen? Stay tuned to find out what is.

I have decided to remove the Amourshipping in this story. I think it would be a whole lot better if it was a story focussing just on the pokemon. Sorry to disappoint you guys!

NGM2014 signing out to draw some FennekinxHoundour, this couple could really become quite adorable!