Okay, update time. This one really has no purpose. Imagine Ash and Misty are both successfully attractive adults. I'd say that's pretty accurate.

Hot

"Damn, she's a hottie!"

"Look at that ass!"

"Mhm, that's a fine lady. Think she'd go out with me?"

The three men sitting at the bar heard the unmistakable sound of a shattered bottle behind their spot from the bar. The man behind them, previously leaning against the green-felted pool table, had dropped his amber bottle out of shock and took a step towards the middle-aged men at the bar who had been making obnoxious conversation throughout the entire bar all evening.

"Hey, you gotta problem or somethin', buddy?" The first stranger gruffly turned around and faced no other than 23-year-old Ash Ketchum, Pokémon Master, staring him directly in the face with wide eyes.

"What did you say about her?" Ash's bottle lay shattered on the floor, forgotten by the young man as he waited for an answer.

"About who?" Ash rolled his eyes at the guy. He was easily three inches taller than Ash (also a good thirty pounds heavier around the middle), and balding with a big black beard covering his face. He was wearing what looked like a mechanics' uniform with the name "Jay" scripted on the front. Jay pointed in the general direction of the bathroom.

"The one who went to the john? Red? I said she's hot! What of it?" Jay rubbed his beard and glanced at his two companions, still seated at the bar. The other men, middle-aged like Jay appeared to be, snickered.

"That's my girlfriend."

"Oh, she's ya' girlfriend, huh? Well it ain't like you tied the knot. I'll say whatever I want!" Jay folded his arms across his chest and smirked, looking Ash up and down. The kid, probably twenty years younger than Jay himself, was dressed casually in dark jeans and a black sleeveless, which looked pretty tight. Jay scoffed.

This kid thinks he's tough 'cause he's got these muscles. Not likely.

Jay wasn't gonna let some muscley kid push him around.

"And maybe, I'll take her home with me tonight!"

Ash looked at the man's bulging stomach and laughed.

"Fat chance."

Misty excused herself from the game of 8-ball she was effortlessly beating Ash at and left to the restroom. On her way, she caught a glimpse of three older guys staring at her and rolled her eyes.

"Men are such pigs," she muttered to herself. It's not like she was walking around naked! What was wrong with short shorts and a tight little v-neck?

Well, I guess guys think that stuff is hot... I forgot that guys other than Ash look at me...

Misty swung the door of the restroom open. She walked past three identical women with magenta hair, happily chatting and fixing their makeup in the mirrors and into the first open stall. Relieving herself, Misty tried not to eavesdrop on the conversation she heard through the stalls.

She failed.

"Oh my goodness, did you see that guy in the black tank top? That's the Pokémon Master!" The other two girls squealed with their friend.

Well, that's pretty normal. Everyone knows how famous Ash is.

"He is so hot!"

Misty dropped her handful of toilet paper.

"Mm, I could just eat him up!"

"Please, Megan, we all know you would!" the girls giggled heartily and Misty heard the sound of three pairs of heels clicking on the linoleum floor, signifying the exit of the three young women.

Misty walked out of her stall, gaping. How dare other women find her boyfriend attractive!? And how dare they even voice their opinions!?

"Oh, this is NOT okay!" Misty growled over the sound of the faucet, furiously scrubbing her hands.

After quickly finishing up in the bathroom, Misty rushed out to see Ash nose to nose with a rather round older guy in a blue jumpsuit, probably in his forties, with broken glass all around them.

"Ash!" she shouted over the jukebox, hurrying over to him. He threw her a sideways glance and smirked at the fat guy. "Ash, I want to leave. I want to leave right this instant!" At this, Ash turned toward his red-faced lover, a single black eyebrow raised.

"Um, alright." Ash hadn't been expecting it to be so easy to get Misty out of the bar and away from Jay and his posse.

Before grabbing Ash tightly by his exposed bicep, Misty caught sight of the magenta-haired women from the bathroom seated at a booth, glancing and giggling in Ash's direction. She made deathly eye contact with the three, as she grabbed hold of her lover and dragged him out of the bar.

Ash, on the other hand, threw a snotty smirk at Jay while Misty pulled him through the doors and out into the evening twilight.

"Um, Mist?"

"Yeah?"

"Your nails..."

"Oh!" in the heat of proving a silent point to those bimbos, she had dug her nails into Ash's arm a little too tightly. "Sorry," Misty blushed. She realized that now that they were alone outside the bar, Ash would probably want an explanation of why she suddenly wanted to leave.

The egotistical bastard probably thinks I want to have sex.

"So...what was that?" Ash leaned up against the outer wall of the building and folded his arms.

"I, uh, heard three dumbass girls talking about you, and, well, I...uh, wanted to leave!" Misty explained nervously. Ash seemed to accept this, for his questioning expression disappeared.

"Oh, alright then... So, you wanna go home?"

"Yeah, I think I do. That bar wasn't fun anyway. Let's go see a movie next time."

In a dark theatre where no one can see you.

Ash took Misty's hand and led her down the street in the direction of their nearby home.

"Sounds perfect!"

"Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"Back at the bar, why was there glass all over the floor and who was that bald guy?"

"Uh, no one."

"And the glass?"

"No reason."

Misty skeptically huffed as they continued down the sidewalk.

"Really?"

"Really!" Ash defensively exclaimed, brow beginning to sweat.

"Why are you so defensive? And embarrassed? And why are you starting to sweat?"

Ash turned beet red.

"Because you're too hot," he muttered, not looking at her. Misty blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"You're too hot! That guy was talking about how hot you look and you're just too hot, okay?" Ash self-consciously rubbed the back of his neck. He dared to see just what sort of punishment he was going to get for acting like a jealous boyfriend, so he nervously turned his head towards her.

"Oh."

"Just...oh?"

"No," she responded simply, looking back at him bashfully. "The real reason I wanted to leave was because those girls were talking about how hot you are."

Ash's face brightened considerably.

"People think I'm hot?"

Misty winced.

Great.

Ash and his ego. XD Poor Misty.