Good evening (teehee, it's like midnight right now), readers! I have your next chapter right here, ready to read! It got longer than I'd expected and I didn't get to the actual point of the prompt for a while, but I know from experience that many readers certainly don't mind longer pieces. ;) hopefully you readers agree! A few notes before you get started though:

- I didn't edit this. Like at all. I added my line breaks (hopefully. As long as you don't see "(line)" anywhere, we're good) and now I'm posting. I'm just waving my arms saying, "Look at all the fucks I give!" Really. I'm that spent. XD I'm sorry I'm such a bitchy pottymouth. I still love you.

Yes, you. All of you.

And, um, I'll include the last couple of things at the end. Wouldn't want to spoil anything even remotely minor. ;D Read on, ladies and gentlemen! :)

Drunk

Ash Ketchum, twenty-three years old, Pokémon Master, truly enjoyed Kanto League conventions. They were held in a different spot every year, they made for great vacation excuses, and they were a great chance to whisk away his beautiful wife who also had to attend the conventions, Misty Waterflower. Well, Misty Ketchum. Being the preoccupied mind he was, Ash occasionally forgot her last name, which as Misty had pointed out more than once, should be really hard to do considering it was the same as his own. The last time he had made this mistake was when the mail carrier told him that there was a letter for a Misty Ketchum rather than a Misty Waterflower. Ash, of course, laughed in his face and shut the door on the poor man.

Misty Ketchum, on the other hand hated League conventions. They were full of League officials, boring meetings, and stupid rules, like no public displays of affection in the janitors' closet of the convention center, which was completely ridiculous. It's not like the affection displayed in there was public. Then again, Misty had to remind herself, she was an adult, her husband was the Pokémon Master of all people, and she had to act like a grown up. Really though, she acted like a grown up all the time. This convention was supposed to be her vacation, so why not have a little fun?

This year, the League was holding the Kanto Convention in the Seafoam Islands, which was really a score for Ash and Misty who were looking for a perfect vacation spot. The three-day convention would consist of gym leaders, trainers, officials, and countless people who were otherwise involved with the league discussing strategies, income, Pokémon, and the upcoming Pokémon League tournament. They were a way to sort of "be friendly" with fellow members who worked abroad. Misty thought the whole thing was a complete waste of time considering it was the same thing every year and Ash figured it was a wonderful way to make friends and use teamwork to solve League problems.

Or something like that. Misty never really listened when he went on about conventions.

Upon arriving to the Seafoam Islands one afternoon a day prior to the convention, the first thing Ash and Misty did was check in to the fabulous hotel in which the League was housing everyone. The Pokémon Master and his gym leader wife had automatically been reserved a suite, so the couple trudged with their bags to the nearest elevator.

"You'd think such a fancy hotel would have a freaking bellboy ready to help you carry all four of your wife's bags," Ash grunted, miraculously pulling along Misty's four suitcases as well as his own suitcase. Misty, on the other hand, leisurely walked in front of him, cradling Pikachu in her arms. She looked back over her shoulder, sunglasses falling from the crown of her head to her face.

"What was that, Ash?" she asked, pushing her glasses back up.

"Nothing," he gritted.

Misty giggled before setting Pikachu down so she could push the button to call the elevator down. As soon as he hopped out of her arms, he licked her exposed calf and smiled up at her.

"Pikachupi, pika pikachu!"

"I'm excited to be on vacation too, Pikapal!" Misty winked at the small Pokémon,

"Pi pikapi," Pikachu sympathetically acknowledged his master who had walked up right as the elevator doors dinged and opened. Ash rolled his eyes at his long-time friend.

"Yeah, yeah, poor me, Pikachu. Poor me." Pikachu hopped onto Ash's hatted head and giggled.

"Pikachupi pika!"

"I know, you love Misty more than me. No need to remind me every day."

"Ash, you know that's not what he said!" Misty scolded as she helped Ash pull the bags into the elevator.

"Oh please, you can't understand him! How would you know?" Ash pressed the black button with a golden eleven on it.

Misty folded her arms and responded hotly, "Unlike you, I happen to be very intuitive when it comes to living creatures and their feelings! I can sense what Pikachu is saying, more or less."

"So you guess."

Misty whacked her husband in the face with her white handbag as the elevator released them.

"Room number 11-72? Why 11-72? That's a dumb number!" Ash exclaimed, handling the five suitcases as Pikachu scampered ahead of him and Misty looking for the room. Misty sighed tiredly.

"Ash, we're on the eleventh floor and they decided to add a seventy-two to the end of it. That's just the way it is, alright?"

"Pikapi!"

Ash's followup question of "Why, Mist?" was cut short when they caught sight of Ash's starter at the end of the hallway, pointing at a brown door in front of him.

"Cool, we're here!" Misty rolled her eyes at her husband.

"Yes, we're here. Now let me open the damn door and get inside so I don't have to watch you pathetically carry those bags." Ash wordlessly sidestepped his wife and let her pass. Misty pulled the room key, a credit card-like object, and unlocked the door.

Upon entering, Ash threw the bags down on the king-sized bed and collapsed on the floor.

"There's a bed right there, Ashton."

"Do you even know for sure if that's my full name?" Misty was quiet for a second. Honestly, she wasn't sure. She had never asked him or Delia. "Besides," he continued, without waiting for an answer, "I like the ground."

"That's floor, Ash. Not ground."

"Whatever."

Misty stepped over the man which was admittedly not easy, considering he placed himself in the aisle between the foot of the bed and the refrigerator.

"Get your lazy ass off the fucking ground, Ash!" Ash looked up at her wickedly and stretched his legs.

"I thought this was floor, Mist." Misty's head felt like it was expanding to three times its normal size. Ash caught noticed the signs of her impending explosion and decided he didn't really want to ruin their getaway before it really started. He got up from the floor and pulled her into his arms.

"Awe, come on, you know I was just messin' with you, Mist!" Misty wiggled out of his embrace and huffed.

"I can't be with you right now, Ash Ketchum! I love you more than anything, but I swear on a baby Togepi's life, the next words you speak very well could be your last!" she yelled vehemently.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" the Pokémon Master put his hands up in defense.

"Good!" Misty declared. She faced away from him as she removed her green v-neck top, slipped off her flip-flops, and unbuttoned her denim shorts.

"Um, Misty?"

"Yes, Ashton?" she calmly answered, pulling down her shorts to reveal purple underwear to match her purple bra.

"Wh—what are you doing?" Misty turned around to look at him as she unclasped her bra.

"Taking my clothes off." Ash gulped.

"Wh—why?"

"So I can take a shower, dumbass."

She removed the the last piece of her clothing, winked, and turned away from him once again to walk butt naked to the bathroom.

"And don't even think about interrupting me. You know how I feel about the steam being let out of the shower."

Ash gulped again and took a deep breath.

"She'll be in there for a while," he muttered to himself, ignoring the fact that Pikachu was sitting in an arm chair with Misty's purse, undoubtedly looking for packets of ketchup. "Guess I'd better unpack some of this stuff."

Ash Ketchum took one look at the five bags, grinned goofily, and took off toward the bathroom, discarding his clothing as he went.

"Babe, I need to, um, come inside." Failing to come up with a good excuse rather than just wanting some afternoon delight, Ash barged in and silently reminded himself to shut the door behind him, eliminating the loss of shower steam.

Maybe Misty would be more willing to have sex if he didn't piss her off anymore.

The first day of the convention, Ash and Misty rose early to get there on time. Misty picked out a a gray suit for Ash (he really hated suits) and she donned one of her gym leader outfits. Not the blue bikini Ash loved so much, but a rather modest tight yellow and blue outfit. However, Ash thought his wife was even more beautiful for not showing off her body to the world (other men).

Then again, Ash thought she was always beautiful.

Except that one time she had the flu. Getting thrown up on is a huge turn off.

So, the couple laced their fingers together and walked down the hall, Pikachu loyally perched on his master's shoulder.

"Misty?" Ash queried, allowing his wife to step in the elevator first. He smiled at her before continuing, "I like your gym outfit." Misty giggled.

"I know, babe."

"Why do I have to wear this suit anyway and you get to wear that?" Ash gestured to Misty's less-than-formal attire with a tilt of his head.

"Because," she dutifully replied, leaning her head on Ash's free shoulder, "I am simply a gym leader. You're the Master. You have to recognizable. That's why I'm letting you wear your hat." Misty pointed to his original Pokémon League hat that was carefully placed over his messy hair. "Everyone knows you because of your hats. Besides, they want the gym leaders to wear their usual attire so it doesn't throw off tourists and trainers when they come to the convention."

Ash grumbled something about ties that suffocated him and people who usually battled in a blue bikini.

"Ash, I'd think you'd be used to wearing something nice by now. The League makes you dress up every time you have a meeting, a paperwork day, and-"

"Misty, I like wearing trainer gear!" he interrupted, ushering her out of the elevator. The trio headed to the front doors of the hotel.

"-I think you look wonderful in them," Misty continued, as if not even hearing Ash's interjection. She squeezed her husband's hand and winked at him. His tan cheeks turned a bright red.

"You sure do wink a lot," he said nervously. Misty threw her head back and laughed harmoniously.

"Oh, you're so cute when you're embarrassed."

Upon pushing the glass doors of the hotel open, they heard a rather familiar voice.

"Oh, Pikachu!"

Pikachu's ears perked up. He turned around, jumped off Ash's shoulder, and bolted behind them to an older brunette woman.

"Delia!"

"Mom!"

Misty and Ash let go of the other's hand, and walked up to Ash's mother and, to Ash's slight confusion, the accompanying Professor Oak.

"What are you doing here?" Misty asked her mother-in-law brightly as they hugged tightly.

"Oh, Professor Oak had to attend the same convention you're here for and he asked me to come with him! You know how much I love Seafoam!" Delia winked innocently at her daughter-in-law.

"Hi there, Ash! How's Pikachu?" Ash shook hands with the fatherly researcher and smiled.

"Good, as always. Um, Professor, could I ask you something?"

"Sure, my boy. Ask away!"

"What the hell are you doing here with my mother?"

"ASH!" Misty and Delia scolded simultaneously as the professor nervously ruffled his own hair. Misty made sure to stamp her heel into his toe.

"Oh, no, Ash! I brought Delia here to keep me company as a friend! She's even staying in a separate room!"

Ash released the breath he'd been holding and Misty and Delia exchanged a look. Sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, he said, "Oh, sorry, Professor. I thought, maybe, um, you know. Yeah." Misty tugged Ash's tie and pulled him out the door. Professor Oak nervously chuckled as he and Delia followed closely behind, laughing away, while Pikachu scurried to catch up.

"Did you pick up that winking thing from my mom?"

Misty sighed. This was going to be a long day.

After leaving the convention center late that evening, Misty had requested that she and Ash stop off at one of the local bars to have a drink and unwind. Ash had agreed instantly, despite the fact he didn't really drink much. Pikachu had chosen to go back to the hotel with Delia and Professor Oak, not wanting to deal with his master and his mate while intoxicated.

Not long after entering the club, Ash had loosened his tie, Misty had unzipped her outfit a few inches, and the pair had consumed several shots. Misty dragged Ash over to the dance floor, illuminated by blue strobe lights as well as several black lights. The couple drunkenly rubbed up against each other, kissing wetly whenever their faces met.

"Ashish!" Misty slur-screamed over the music.

"What?" her lover replied rather dumbly.

"I'm soo drunk!" Misty broke into a fit of hysterical giggles, continuing to dance up against Ash's hard, muscular body. She pulled his ear to her lips and whispered harshly, "Let's go back to the, -hiccup!- hotel, Ashy!"

Without responding, Ash untangled himself from Misty, grabbed her hand, and stumbled through the crowd in the bar toward the exit. Luckily, in their previously sober state, the young couple had chosen a bar conveniently next door to the hotel to avoid any drunken complications of getting back to their ultimate destination for the night. If they had known how drunk they'd end up being after seven tequila shots (each), they probably would have gone straight to the hotel rather than taking the alcoholic detour.

Especially because Ash walked straight into the glass door rather than pulling it open.

"Ohh, Ash!" Misty cooed, sweetly. "Are you okay, baby?" Misty's voice became increasingly babyish. "I don't want you to be hurt, Ashy! I love you too much, Mr. -hic- Pokémon Massster!" The highly intoxicated gym leader pulled her husband off the floor.

"'Sss okay, Mist -hic-. 'M'alright." Ash rubbed his face before smartly pulling the door handle and watching in shock as it opened.

"S-so, I can't -hic- walk through it, huh?" Misty giggled too sweetly for what was probably the sixtieth time that evening.

"No, sssilly! Ya gotta pull it open. And," Misty burped unattractively, "an' I gotta get you upstairs so I can have m'way with you!" Misty pushed her chest against his in what felt like a sexy manner, but would have looked to any third party (especially the concierge, who watched them walk into the elevator) looked more like a sportsmanly chest bump.

Once inside the empty elevator, the drunken Ash reached for his wife's petite body and pulled her to him, lips crashing on hers messily. Misty, who had no issue with this, simply returned his wet kiss for the next ten floors and proceeded to untie his blue tie while Ash unzipped her own dress-like outfit far enough down so he could place his hands over her bosom, squeezing and fondling all the way out of the elevator as the two attempted multitask: hold their liquor, walk to their own room, and "hotly" make out.

Ash, being the naturally clumsy person he was, tripped over nothing right in front of their door, and as the two fell onto the floor of the hallway, giggling madly.

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Delia Ketchum, occupying room 11-73 heard a loud thump outside her door, looked toward the curled up Pikachu, and decided to ignore it rather than risk waking the small mouse. He really was precious when he slept. Delia smiled warmly and continued crocheting a small Bulbasaur doll for Ash and Misty, just in case another member of the family emerged at any time in the future, completely unaware that her beloved daughter-in-law (who really felt like a real daughter without the hassle of being related) and her prized son were in the midst possibly making one of those little bundles of joy right outside her door.

The oldest Ketchum heard a familiar voice clumsily pout, "Ashy! Let's go to -hic- bed!"

The young couple was definitely drunk. And that was definitely a time where potential sex was either interrupted by passing out or was imminent (hopefully with an ensuing baby). Delia exhaled, continuing her crochet.

She could hope, right?

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Professor Samuel Oak, clad in his striped pajamas and scrolling through the latest Pokédex, heard what sounded like continual giggling outside his door marked 11-74. However, he chose to ignore it, figuring it was just a couple of children sneaking out of their parents' rooms to explore. The professor chuckled as he read an updated entry on Igglybuff.

Kids will be kids, he thought, and returned to his studies.

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By the time Ash and Misty had found their way into their very own room not three feet away from the spot where they'd fallen, Misty's outfit was draped around her waist, her bra had been undone, and Ash's pants had been unzipped. Misty shut the heavy hotel door behind her as she stepped out of her shoes and rid herself of her outer clothing.

"Oh," she cooed, "I love you -hic- so much, Ashishy. Do you love me? I j-just want you to -hic- prove you l-burp-love me."

Ash, too drunk to be turned off by his wife's belches, nodded fervently and threw her bra off her chest. He buried his face in her neck as she fell into the bed, her torso lying down, her legs still on the floor, with Ash himself kneeling over her, his face moving to Misty's chest.

He pulled his pants down and Misty removed his gray jacket along and attempted to unbutton his shirt. However, a rumbling disturbed her stomach as Ash continued to pay attention to her exposed chest. She reached blindly for the trashcan by the nightstand and upon feeling her fingers wrap around it, proceeded to sit up and release the contents of her loudly inside of it. Ash ceased his lip movements on her breasts as he felt a similar rumbling in the pit of his own stomach. As soon as Misty's violent vomiting had stopped, Ash snatched the trash from her and threw up all three helpings of his dinner.

After thoroughly losing the contents of their stomachs, Ash and Misty were suddenly considerably less turned on. With Ash still kneeling and hovering over her, the drunken lovers made glassy eye contact before Ash's eyes rolled back into his head and fell face first into Misty's cleavage.

Misty pulled a wayward bobby pin out of her hair, falling asleep sixty seconds later in what was going to be a very physically distressing position in the morning. Before she let her eyes close, she chanced a glance at Ash snoring between her breasts and waved a hand dismissively.

"I'm too drunk to do it anyway."

I hope you all enjoyed this! And the other things I was going to say in the beginning:

-I don't know what to think about Eldershipping so I just made Delia and Oak close friends here, but if you read it as everyone knows that Delia and Oak have a thing except for Ash and they lied about it, that's cool too. I wanted it sort of ambiguous like that. If I decide I like it, maybe it will be featured briefly in a future story. I literally don't know how I feel about it. Maybe I just don't have an opinion. Also, I hope no one minds the continuous guest appearances from other characters amidst the AAML lovin'. I just like guests sometimes. :P

-I was sort of tempted to write a lemon for this, but I figured that if I'm going to do it, I want them to be sober. Like writing a sex scene well is hard enough, but writing one while Ash and Misty are drunk is another challenge entirely. XD

-I hope the somewhat lengthy story elements that led up to the prompt and the writing mistakes that probably occurred didn't turn out to be distracting!

-Finally, I happen to like the generally used "Waterflower" for Misty's unidentified last name. Deal with it.

Happy reviewing! :)