Hey Everybody! Well here's chapter two of my alphabet challenge. I know it's been a while since I updated, but I should have the next few chapters up in a more timely manner...honest. Anyway, please enjoy!

"I said it before and I'll say it again...I think you've had enough."

"Don-don't tell me when I've had enough, Ketchum."

"But the cooler's almost empty. I brought, like, three six packs..."

Clumsily, the water trainer shook her head, almost causing her to fall off the log she was using as an improvisational seat. "I'll tell you when I've had enough, okay? Just be-because you're a guy does-doesn't mean you can boss me around."

Ash rolled his eyes. "You know you're gonna be throwing up soon, right? I just want to tell you now."

"I never ever get to drink at the gym," Misty cried, completely dejected in tone and ignoring Ash altogether. She waved the half-empty bottle around in stumbling anger. "It's-it's always, 'Misty do this', or 'Misty do that'. Never any...any time for Misty by Misty."

Ash was about to respond when his girlfriend broke into a fit of giggles.

That's not something you hear often, he mentally noted as her laughter rose through the quiet night that surrounded the Vermilion Beach.

"Misty by Misty..." she mumbled between now-fervent stretches of laughter. "...it-it sounds like a-a perfume or something..."

"Um, okay?" Ash answered, walking past the small fire they'd built. He sat down next to her, and grabbed her arm as she almost toppled backward once more. Slowly, her chuckles died down and a serious look donned her features.

"A perfume...yeah, that's what I need to do!" She looked at Ash with wide eyes. "We need to make a perfume! Then I could get rich and leave my sisters with the gym! We could just leave-just, like, leave everything and go sail ar-around the world, you know?" She finished the mini-presentation with a small hiccup.

Ash couldn't help his own laughing fit that rose from within his chest at the sight of his wide-eyed girlfriend and her drunken business sense.

"W-what's so funny, Ketchum?" She took another swig of the alcohol before staring down her still-chuckling boyfriend. "You don't wanna sail around the world with me?"

He laughed even harder at that. Trying to catch his breath, he caught a glimpse of the hurt in Misty's eyes right before she punched him in the arm...hard.

Caught off-guard he hit the sand on his side, still laughing a little, but trying to muffle it.

"I-I'm sorry, Mist," he apologized, getting back on the log and noting that the hurt expression was still prevalent. "I shouldn't have laughed like that. It's just...so weird seeing you act like this."

"Act like what? Fun?"

He shook his head. "You're always fun...I've just never seen you drunk before."

"I'm not drunk," she insisted, still sad, "but I am a l-little happier now. I guess you-you're not used to seeing that, huh?"

"You're always happy, Mist. What're you talkin' about?"

"No I'm not. Mos-most of the time I'm yelling at you, or making fun or something...it's more l-like I'm a pest or something."

"That's just the beer talking...trust me," Ash consoled. "You'll regret saying that in a few hours."

"No I won't," she answered, depressed.

Ash sighed. Slowly, he lifted his left leg over the other side of the log, so that he could easily face his best friend. She looked over at him, perplexed.

"Misty, you'll definitely regret it. Trust me, you're not a pest or anything like that...you're my best friend and my girlfriend."

"Awww, how sweeet," she drawled, forgetting the drink in her hand as she let it fall onto the sandy shore. "You really don't think I'm a pest?"

He smirked. "Most of the time, no."

"Well then, you deserve a big kiss," she replied in as sultry a tone as she could muster while still trying to maintain balance. With a bit of klutzy behavior, she leaned towards her boyfriend and puckered her lips.

Ash shrugged. Why not?

Leaning in, he made to give her a quick peck, but was surprised when she grabbed his head and pulled him into one of the most unorthodox and least enticing kisses they'd ever shared. She completely missed his mouth and seemed to be making out with the side of his lips.

Ew.

Pulling him even closer, she accidentally caused the pair to stumble off the log. Hitting the sand themselves, she held onto his head for a moment longer before finally ending her abrasive show of affection.

Looking into his eyes, she gave him an earnest glance. "Was-was it everything you wanted it to be?"

He wasn't sure what she meant exactly, but decided it was better to simply nod and hope she'd pass out than ask for an elaboration.

Unfortunately for the raven-haired champion, there was no such luck.

"Ash..." she whispered, leaning closer to him again, while sand continued to ingratiate itself into their clothes and hair. "Can I tell you something?"

He suddenly found himself curious. She seemed very serious. "Yeah, what is it?"

She took a moment, taking a deep breath and exhaling the scent of ten bottles. "...I'm gonna puke."

"Ah!" Ash shot up like a bullet, narrowly avoiding what would have been, in his opinion, the worst incident of his young life...including the dozens of times he'd almost died.

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The next morning, Misty woke up with a wet washcloth attached to her forehead and the worst ache her brain had ever experienced pulsing through her head.

Moaning, she closed her eyes again, unsure of what had happened last night or even where she was now, but not caring in the least.

Before she passed out once more, she managed one guttural declaration.

"I'm never drinking again."