A bald girl in the bathroom.

The meal is pleasant. A warmness grows in your chest, possibly from being near John but more likely from the drinks that accompanied dinner. The boys continue talking about bugs for most of dinner. “I’ve challenged Brock a bunch of times, but his rock type pokemon are super effective against our bugs. But tomorrow I’ll win, I just know it. And with your Squirtle you should be able to win pretty easily,” John tells you during the meal. You smile finding it endearing that John keeps trying to win with bug type pokemon.

“The Saffron Sirens are in town tomorrow to play against the Pewter Miners. It should be a good match,” Roger mentions the Mounted Polo League. You had watched some MPL matches on TV growing up, but you had never been really into the sport. The Oaks on the other hand were always interested in MPL. The Professor used to take Blue and Daisy to games all over the region. At one point during your childhood, you thought Blue was going to pursue Polo rather than being a trainer. “And even if it’s not a great game the Sirens are always easy on the eyes.”

“Are you guys *hicc* going to the game?” you ask trying to fit in with the conversation despite not being interested in MPL. Your inebriation coming through in your speech.

“We thought about trying to buy a couple tickets off some scalpers, but Humphrey wanted to show us a hive of something tomorrow after our gym battle,” John answers. “But from the sound of it, we should probably get you back to your room before you pass out.”

“Yea, *hicc* maybe. I just got to use the little *hicc* the *hicc* the little girl’s room.” The guys wave over the waiter to pay for the meal while you stumble towards the restroom. Managing to get there without falling you find a stall to relieve yourself.

As you are washing your hands and fixing your hair, the door opens and in walks a tall and beautiful girl without a single hair on her head. The images of her crying around Blue’s cock swim through your drunken haze. You pause staring at the bald beauty standing before you.

You consider if you should talk to her. Mentioning Blue could be a bad idea. But you also feel an urge to apologize on his behalf, even if he wouldn’t want to. Perhaps you should leave the bathroom without talking to her. The guys are probably waiting on you. Does your drunken mind let you make the right decision?