A Treehouse Bar

"A bar!" she says. "A treehouse bar! This is great! I could really use a drink."

"A bar?" you ask, confused. "Why would there be a bar in the middle of the woods?"

"Who knows? But it's here, and it's open," she replies.

You think for a second but Bulbasaur rushes past you taking the decision from you. "BULBA!" it shouts.

"Come on, let's check it out," Helena says, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the treehouse.

"But don't you think it's a bit early to drink? It's only midday," you say.

"Oh come on, where's your sense of adventure? We're in the woods, we found a bar. Let's see what's up!" Helena laughs.

"I guess so, but a bar..." you mutter.

"Let's just go for one drink, and then we can look around more. I want to find some more cute Pokemon," she says.

You let yourself be pulled towards the treehouse. As you get closer, you spot a few Pokemon working and playing in and around the bar. Your Bulbasaur is helping to pull a small cart filled with plants and flowers.

"This is so cool!" Helena says. "Look at all the Pokemon. I wonder who owns this place."

You and Helena make your way up to the stairs when you notice an old, bald man sitting on a Venusaur. "Hello ladies, are you here for a drink, or for a battle?" He asks.

"Uhm, I guess we're here for a drink," Helena replies.

"Then welcome," the old man says. "I'll be right with you."

You and Helena make your way up the stairs and inside the bar. From the outside, it looked like it would be your average small-town bar, just a bit fancier due to the treehouse design. But from the inside, it was clear that this was no ordinary bar. The interior was a mix of dark wood and earth tones, with plants and flowers everywhere. You look around and see that the bar is empty except for the two of you, and a few other Pokemon.

The main bar area is in the middle, with smaller tables scattered around the edges. You and Helena sit down at a table by the windows, which have a nice view of the forest. Behind the bar, there are shelves full of various bottles and liquors, and hanging from the ceiling are various herbs and flowers. The old man walks behind the counter and starts cleaning a few glasses. "So, what can I get you two ladies?" he asks.

"We'll have two Pikabrew Punch please," Helena replies.

"No problem. I'll be right back," the old man says, walking over to a large machine and inserting some coins, and a few seconds later music starts playing.

"What's a Pikabrew Punch?" You ask Helena.

"It's a vibrant yellow cocktail that packs a powerful punch of citrus flavors. It's electrifyingly delicious with a zesty blend of lemon and pineapple juices, a hint of sparkling soda, and a generous splash of rum. The drink is garnished with a lightning-shaped orange peel, giving it a nod to Pikachu's electrifying abilities. Well, that's what it says on the menu." Helena replies, showing you the drink menu.

"It sounds delicious," you say, your mouth watering.

"Here you go," the old man says, setting down two drinks in front of you and Helena. They look exactly like you expected from the description, and you eagerly pick up the glass and take a sip.

"Mmmm, that's amazing," you say. "This is so good!"

"I could drink a million of these," Helena says.

"I wouldn't advise that," the old man says, chuckling. "One's enough for most people. Two can be too much, three and you're probably going to regret it in the morning."

"Well, I guess we'll stick to one then," Helena says, grinning.

"So, why did you decide to open a bar in the middle of the woods?" You ask the old man.

"I love Pokemon, and I love spending time with them," he replies. "When I was younger, I would travel around the world and spend time with all kinds of Pokemon. But as I got older, my travels became harder and harder. So I decided to settle down here in Kanto and start a bar."

"That's awesome," you say.

"Yes, it is," he agrees.

"Have you ever had any trouble with wild Pokemon?" Helena asks.

"Nope," he says. "The Pokemon here are used to seeing humans, and they're mostly friendly. I've only had a few minor problems, but nothing my Venusaur and Infernape couldn't handle."

"That's good to hear," Helena says, smiling.

You and Helena talk to the old man for a while, asking him questions about his bar and his life. He's a friendly and interesting man, and you enjoy chatting with him. As the old man turns to Helena you notice a blue tattoo on his left arm, and the staff he is carrying is a little weird looking.

"Excuse me, I need to use the bathroom," Helena says, getting up.

"No problem," the old man replies. "There's a bathroom right around the corner."

Helena disappears around the corner, and you turn your attention back to the old man.

"I have a question," you say.

"Sure, what is it?" the old man asks.

"How did you get that tattoo?" You ask, pointing at his left arm.

"Oh, this? I got it during my adventures in the Hoenn region," he replies.

"The Hoenn region?" You ask.

"Yes, the Hoenn region. Back in my day, people didn't use their Pokedexes as much as they do today, and if they did, it wasn't to take pictures. I spent a lot of time exploring the region, and I ended up staying there for a while. During my stay in Lilycove City, I met a very talented tattoo artist, and we became friends. After a few weeks, he asked me if I wanted to get a tattoo. Of course, I said yes, and we spent the rest of the day talking about ideas. Eventually, we settled on a rune design, and he started drawing it on my arm. The tattoo took several hours, but when it was finished, I loved it."

"Wow," you say.

"I've always loved the symbolism of runes," the old man continues. "They're ancient symbols that have been used for centuries, and they're still used today by various cultures and traditions. Each rune represents a different idea or concept, and by combining the different runes, you can create a powerful message."

"That's really cool," you say.

"I think so too," the old man replies, smiling. "But anyway, enough about me. What about you? Why are you traveling around Kanto?"

"I'm not really sure," you reply. "Helena and I just started our journey and we decided to travel together. I think she wants to become a Pokemon Master, but I don't know about me."

"Ah, the path to becoming a Pokemon Master is a difficult one," the old man says. "But the path to finding one's self is also a difficult one."

"What do you mean?" You ask.

"Everybody's on a journey," the old man explains. "Some people are looking for a purpose, some are looking for power, others are looking for love, and some are just looking for a place to call home. For each of us, the path to happiness is different, and sometimes it's not easy to find."

"I suppose," you say thinking about his words.

"Don't worry," the old man says, smiling. "Whatever your journey, I'm sure it'll be a good one."

Just then, Helena returns from the bathroom.

Author's notes: Have been sitting on this chapter for a few days but was too lazy to finish it, until today!

Also, what is better than a Bulbasaur picture?
A Bulbasaur picture and a Venusaur picture :D