Darren's Pokémon Adventure: The Wailord Cruise ship

Chapter 2

-A Flame in the Darkness-

Sitting in my room I pondered my encounter with Misty…

'Who am I kidding? I have a Caterpie's chance in hell to get with her! She's famous… a gym leader… gorgeous… has famous sisters… is a celebrity… a performer… and what am I? Anti-social, boring, plain, a nobody, a misanthrope, a loser… Yeah I got a couple gym badges and I'm semi-good looking but I can't even hold a conversation. I've never even had a girlfriend for Chrissake. What am I even doing here…?'

At night I decided to come out of the room to try and take my mind off things. I figured I was stuck on this cruise for who knows how long and that I might as well make something out of it.

I went to the bar lounge and ordered a scotch and coke. Getting drunk was the best idea I could think of. Sitting next to me I heard a distant but familiar voice. "Hey babe, I'm a world renowned Pokémon breeder. What do you say we get together tonight and I'll show you how good I am at 'breeding'." *Smack*. It was Brock the Pewter City Gym Leader.

"Brock, I see you're still at it ya perv," I exclaimed. "Hehehe if it isn't little Surgy. Yeah I still haven't settled down with anyone yet. Though this cruise is just what the doctor ordered." He said this while undressing a couple more females with his eyes. I wasn't in the mood to bear witness to his shenanigans, so I chugged down my 4th drink and told him I was going to check out the pool tables located in the front of the lounge.

"Wait Darren I have something for you," he said with a grin. "Try this; it's my secret recipe for jungle juice." He handed me a frozen orange concoction. "Thanks man, I'll catch you later," I said. I took three huge gulps of the drink when I suddenly realized it was entirely too strong. 'What the fuck did he do to this thing? It's supposed to be a reasonable mix, not 99% alcohol.' I protested. I forced down the remaining bits of it and cringed due to its excessive bitterness.

I'd like to say I made a B-line to the pool tables, but I was starting to get pretty tipsy; after all I am somewhat of a lightweight due to my size. So we'll say I made a squiggly line over there.

As I approached the dimly lit area, I was greeted with an absurdly sexy view. A tall redhead was leaning over the pool table to take her next shot. She was wearing jet black tights and a tight black t-shirt with a small red flame on it. Her attire left little of her bodacious curves to the imagination. Best of all, due to her leaning over, a devil red thong was enticingly visible.

I almost wanted to walk right up to her and slap or even grab her ass. Hell, in my drunken state, flat out dry humping her seemed like a good idea at the time. I managed to keep my composure enough to swing by to an empty area and glance at who this chick was; none other than Flannery of Lavaridge town. Her breasts were enormous, managing to reach the table-felt with relative ease as she bent over to take her shot. They weren't as perfect as Misty's were, but their sheer size was a force to be reckoned with, and larger than any I had seen thus far on the boat.

Luckily on that shot she finished off some fat slob in 9-ball and emitted a fiery "Next!" I stepped right up to the table knowing I was pretty damn good at pool myself. In fact, I took it one step further: I opened up my trainer case and placed the Heat badge that I had won from her 5 years ago as a 13 year old onto the table. "Winner. Takes. All."

Her initial state of utter surprise quickly wore off as it gave in to her burning competitive spirit. "Sure thing," she said confidently as she racked the balls. She stared at me intently for a few seconds.

'Shit maybe she notices I'm drunk'... 'Actually she is probably starting to remember who I really am,' I thought to myself. I really hoped the reason for that stare was because she thought I was attractive.

Quickly we got sucked into the game and not a single word was spoken between us. It was a battle as intense as our greatest Pokémon battles; as good as a run one of us went on, a close miss allowed the other to storm right back. Anyone who was around the tables stopped what they were doing to watch our game. Beads of sweat were pouring down my face, and more importantly down Flannery's sexy body.

It came down to the end and I had the final shot. I had the cue ball in the bottom right area and the 9-ball extremely close to the top left pocket. All I had to do was tap it in, but the 9-ball was a little too close to the edge for comfort. Thus, I attempted to put a good amount of back spin on the cue ball, hoping it would stop as soon as it made contact.

I took a deep breath, prayed to the pokegods and shot. Dink! My prayer had answered as I sunk the eight ball and added in a fist pump and an audible "WHAT'S UP!" like a huge tool (once again I'd been drinking). Luckily, those actions were not isolated in silence as part of the crowd began to clap and cheer when they seen that Flannery was finally dethroned from the table.