Author's Notes: My gosh, it was an immensely close tie between A and C, but I think A is the winner! :D

So, Elesa is gonna have to use her wits to get that red-haired fool away from the red-haired babe. Can she do it?

Well, duh, she's Elesa. Of course she can XD

As for my reviewers, Inferno is blood-thirsty, Klemiel and Certain Destiny give nice reviews, and my anonymous peeps make me laugh :D Oh, and I am aware that Shadow Punch never misses. Just roll with it, 'cause, admittedly, it is hard to punch speeding squirrels XD

Oh, and answering another question; James is an OC, created from the worst traits of some of my friends, and added for the purpose of being curb-stomped :)

Well, Elesa is gonna make her move. Wish her luck, not that she needs it XD

Choice A) Use strategy; merely lure Skyla away from the threat.

Elesa's eyes narrowed yet further, similar to the slits of a Haxorus about to rip its prey apart, and she angrily stuffed the fragments of the wrecked donut into her mouth and chewed it savagely, as though crushing the food item between her teeth would satisfy the burst of rage within her. That sneaky lil' bitch, Chilli, was hitting on HER Skyla. If it wasn't for the fact he was a fellow Gym Leader, she would snap his neck between her lithe thighs and piss on his grave. Plus, his brothers would be upset, so, yeah. And Skyla probably wouldn't take kindly to murder.

Imagine this; Chilli was stood next to Skyla, chatting to her, that sly look on his face clearly flirtatious, and yet more infuriating, Skyla seemed a little uncomfortable with the lewd attention. So, that prick was making HER Skyla uncomfortable, was he? Again, only the aforementioned reasons prevented the supermodel from dealing deadly (And disproportionate) retribution.

Regardless, Elesa had to move quickly. The male red-head was proving to be an obstacle in her plans, and she quickly had to pull something off to get Skyla away from him, as well as deterring him from further attempts. So, ignoring Lenora's curious gaze at the change of her demeanour, Elesa subtly slid a jam donut off the plate onto the floor, thanking the food item for its ultimate sacrifice. It had barely hit the floor, when the sharp heel of the blonde's left shoe pierced it neatly, the resulting hole allowing the jam within to ooze out slightly, and barely had it stopped shuddering from the rapid impaling of its structure, when a short, sharp kick from the girl sent it sliding across the floor, where it halted right behind Chilli. The supermodel had to admit, even she was stunned on how she'd pulled that off without anyone noticing. Now, for phase 2 of her anti-Chilli plan.

Moving quickly over to the duo, and coolly as always, the Electric Gym Leader smothered her cruel attentions under a mask of polite welcome, and she stopped right next to Skyla, whose eyes perked up with happiness at the arrival of her friend, while Chilli had to quickly rearrange himself to a polite demeanour, though the blonde could easily see the sliver of disappointment in his eyes at her interruption.

"I must say, Chilli-" Elesa purred, flicking one of her cords idly as she made a show of glancing around the place to take in the lavish sights, Skyla watching her like a happy Lillipup, Chilli indifferent. "-This is a fine party you've got going on here. Must have taken to a while to set up, right?"

"On the contrary, Elesa." Chilli replied coolly, bowing to her slightly, to leave her in no doubt that setting up the restaurant had been no trouble to him. "It was quite easy. Me and my brothers do strive for the best of the best, of course."

Straightening up, he winked and grinned, a gesture that he extended to both girls. Skyla merely smiled, but Elesa's returning smile was admittedly a little forced. So, now the scamp was thinking he'd have a chance of perhaps scoring both girls? As if. The supermodel's plan was ready, and all it needed was a little motion. And motion there was.

Skyla leaned forward, her eyes turning to a handsome chocolate cake, her sweet face filling itself with amazed delight, and she said: "Wow! look at this cake! How did you make it look this good?"

Chilli was quick to answer, as he stepped backward to accommodate the girl's forward motion: "Well, we- ARGH!"

The Electric Gym Leader could have killed herself laughing, as the red-head's step brought his foot right onto the jam donut behind him. The pressure of his foot resulted in red goo squeezing out of the pastry, and the resulting lubrication caused him to slip backwards in a comical fashion, his arms waving frantically to catch something as his face was overturned by panic and surprise. Adding insult to injury, he landed right on his butt, just as the heel of his shoe caused another bout of pressure on the donut, resulting a burst of jam popping out of the hole Elesa had made earlier. Skyla saw it coming, but was too slow to dodge, as the red edible stuff hit her right on the face, the girl leaping back with a yelp of horror as her right cheek got covered in the stuff, eyes snapped shut to avoid any getting in them, with only the eyelids catching any.

The other Gym Leaders gathered round heard the commotion and spun round to see Chilli sat his butt, a look of pain on his face, a squashed donut under his foot, and a rather shocked and sputtering Skyla allowing a concerned Elesa to lead her away to the bathroom near the back of the restaurant to get cleaned up, murmuring reassuring words: "Don't worry, it's only jam. C'mon, let's go wash it off."

As tactical as she was, the supermodel failed to notice Lenora's suspicious eyes following her.

Of course, the blonde was ecstatic as Skyla cursed jam under her breath; her plan had come off without a hitch. Under a minute since she started, Chilli was successfully humiliated, if his brother's reprimands and Burgh's hysteric laughter were anything to go by, and now, leading Skyla away from the other Gym Leaders to the safety of the bath room, she may just well begin her ultimate plan. The supermodel smirked to herself; damn, she was good.

Moving quickly, Elesa kicked open the door to the ladies room, guiding Skyla, who didn't dare use her lovely gloves to wipe off the jam, into the polished and clean room, a pleasant scent of soap in the air, to the nearby sink, a pristine white structure with steel taps.

"Well, that was interesting." Elesa chuckled, making conversation with her friend/crush, as she turned on the cold water tap, Skyla pulling off her gloves as she spat a little bit of red into the sink. "Already, everybody seems to slip."

"Yeah, well, it's not so bad." Skyla stated, thrusting her hands under the stream of cool water, sufficiently wetting them, before slapping them onto her face with a watery slurp and wiping her cheeks and eyelids clean of the jam. Spitting out a stray drip of water that had slipped onto her lips, the red-head went on: "I mean, it was an accident. No-one saw a donut there."

"True." Elesa stated, stepping back to give Skyla her personal space, blue eyes taking note of the fluid liquid slithering tantalisingly down soft cheeks, dew framing the fluttering lashes of the red-head-

"Hm, seemed Chilli seemed interested in talking to you, Skyla."

The other female cast Elesa a glance, before sighing: "Yeah. Just flirting and all that. I like him, sure, but not like that." The red-head promptly shivered slightly, before moving on: "I don't cope that well with flirting, honestly."

Fuck. A drawback. The blonde narrowed her eyes slightly, before probing: "Why not? I deal with that crap all the time, Skyla, but I can handle flirting."

"Yeah. My bad." The Flying-type Gym Leader muttered, shooting her comrade an apologetic look. "But still, I just... I dunno, it rubs me the wrong way, I guess. Don't like the feeling of people hitting on me, metaphorically. Sure, I could handle a flirt or two, but as it goes on, it kinda wears down on you."

"Sing it, sister."

Skyla grinned at that one: "Yeah. Guess I just don't like it when it's not y- someone I could like, you know?"

"I know." Elesa replied, turning her head away on the pretence of looking at the wall, but really to hide a smirk. A weakness in Skyla's unknown defences had revealed itself; she had slipped ever so slightly, if that solitary Y was anything to go by. So, she didn't appreciate flirting, but it was okay if it was someone she liked. Somewhat illogical, perhaps, but it worked. The small advantage of flirts were regained, not that Elesa was willing to fall back on them. She never was good at flirting, so she needed a more subtle and elaborate strategy.

And she believed she may have one. All she had to do was... well, put on a show. For example:

The blonde, as Skyla promptly towelled herself dry and slipped her gloves back on, promptly did just that; feigning a kink in her form, she promptly stretched out her lithe form, legs going taut to stabilise her torso's arch, arms shifting up, hands behind her back as her chest moved forward, showing off the smooth skin of her upper limbs with ease, a contented sigh slipping from the blonde's lips as she subtly tilted her head, her body appreciating the smoothing out, to observe the other girl's reaction.

Skyla had thankfully turned from her towel in time to see the other girl and now, needless to say, seemed quite stunned, like a Thunder Wave had hit her in the face, eyes wide and absorbing, flicking from thighs to bosom to neck, before she caught and composed herself swiftly, a tint of red at her cheeks, before quickly stating: "Um, should we get back now."

"Of course." Elesa replied cheerfully, slinking forward and slinging an arm under Skyla's own arm, interconnecting the limbs with a grip of her friend/crushes hand. "Let's go."

The red-head managed a bemused and somewhat embarrassed grin, before allowing Elesa to lead her back into the fray, so to speak, not quite noticing the low smirk on the blonde's face. Her plan was coming together nicely already. Skyla had shown attention to her form, as well as the aforementioned slip.

So, her suspicions were true; Skyla seemed to return affections. Oh, this was good. So, how to proceed?

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Choice A) The information you have is adequate. Leave the party with her and confess.

Choice B) Stay at the party; more information is required for flawless victory.

Choice C) You know she already likes you. Back into the bathroom for a make-out session!

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