No thanks

“I’ll pass,” you say. “I need to be at my best for my gym battle. I’ll just have some water.”

Samantha goes quiet for a few seconds, then starts back up like some kind of machine designed to get people drunk. “What will it take, huh? I’ll be your winggirl if you want to pick up a cute guy. Or girl! Do we need to sort out an arrangement in private? Come on, just tell me what you want and we’ll get some beer in you.”

Insight Check: Passed!

“Hmm… you’re trying awfully hard to get me drunk, Sam. Are you up to something? I feel like you’re being a little pushier than usual…”

Samantha starts to look around in uncertainty, and you can vaguely see a few drops of sweat forming on her forehead. “Hey, it’s nothing like that, I just… I want you to drink because you always seem like you’re having so much fun when you’re drunk, that’s all! I just want you to enjoy yourself. You have me as a tour guide after all, so if you’re not having fun, I’m basically failing at my job.”

Insight Check: Critically Failed!

A cheeky smile stretches across your face from ear to ear. You know what’s going on, she can’t fool you. “Dressing me up, taking me out to eat, and even trying to get me drunk… Sam, are you trying to get in my pants?”

She blushes hard as she replies, “No, it’s not like that! It’s not! Geez, just pick something to eat! I’ll- Waitress! We’re ready to order!” Awwwww, you must have embarrassed her.

While the clientele could use some improvement, Samantha was right that the food here is surprisingly good. Just as you had decided, you order the most expensive thing on the menu, which turns out to be the country fried steak with a side of mashed potatoes. Not your idea of “pricey” food, but the gravy is so good that you’d consider ordering a pitcher of it alone if not for the chance of having a heart attack. Now if only the patrons surrounding you would stop watching you the way predators watch their prey, you might be able to enjoy your meal.

Samantha orders a salad and starts absolutely rambling about what good friends you two are and how she hopes you can remain friends forever. Maybe you misjudged her intentions earlier if she’s being this adamant about the whole friend thing…

“Hey Samantha, you’ve heard why I became a trainer, but why did you become one?”

Samantha’s face is one of surprise as she hurriedly finishes chewing to respond. “Oh, that’s, uh… To help people! To help female trainers in need. Kind of like I’m helping you right now. Female trainers have it pretty rough, you know?”

Wow! You had no idea Sam had such a noble goal! It makes yours sound kind of selfish by comparison. However… “That’s really cool! But I don’t understand how being a trainer helps other girls…” you respond.

“Well that’s easy!” Samantha says. “Some girls are really stubborn about accepting help. Not to name any names, but…” She sticks her tongue out at you. Hey, you are not stubborn! …Okay, you might be the very definition of stubborn, but still. “So if I beat them in a pokemon battle, they have **** but to accept my help!”

Ohhh, that makes a lot of sense. That’s amazing! Samantha’s a wonderful person! You’re really lucky to have her as a friend. Though you’re not sure if it’s “girls” who are stubborn about accepting help, or just you. Maybe you should be a little more open-minded when she tries to help in the future…

Once you’re both finished, you stand up to leave, but a small “incident” happens on your way out. Samantha reaches over and pulls down the top of your dress, then yells “Boobies!” The whole restaurant cheers as they get a nice look at your bare breasts!

“Kyaaa!” you cry out before pulling away from your friend and tugging your dress back up. A-An eye for an eye, right? You embarrass her, she embarrasses you? Still, not cool!

Standing outside, Samantha lets out a sigh. “You probably want to go to the gym now, right?” You nod. “And you don’t want to go anywhere more fun first?” You shake your head. “Okay okay, follow me.”