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Thinking of ways to get under Blue’s skin brought back a flood of memories—every cruel prank, every mocking word, every moment he singled you out just to humiliate you. Your mind filled with anger at how this bully tormented you throughout your childhood.

You hoped Red would humiliate him.

You leaned over the bar besides Rhapsody, sipping your tequila sunrise as you tried to come up with a plan. But with your 'luck', you didn't really need to do anything...

A hard *SLAP* on your ass made you jump out of your place, as Blue appeared behind you with a cocky smile on his face. "So, how Palette's sluttiest cumslut find herself here?" he asked, intrigued, his firm hand keep on groping your soft ass and taking a good feel of it. You could feel your blood boil in that moment, almost enough to slap him right there.

"And it looks like you find another slut to go along with you?" he reached out his other hand to touch Rhapsody's ass now, grabbing it. "Blue Oak is the name" he told her "You want to ditch this loser and join a REAL Pokémon trainer?" he asked.

You knew Rhapsody would never ditch you - but even so, your stomach twisted at the memory of all the friendships Blue had ruined for you before. Rhapsody shot him a cold look, on that you never expected to see on her face. "You’re an asshole. I would never replace Amber with you." She tried to harsh - but she wasn’t really used to speaking that way. And... Well... It seemed like she forgot to address his groping. Well, the intention counts.

"Oh yeah? Maybe I should challenge you to a fight over this," Blue sneered. "If I win, you have to leave Amber for good. And also-"

He didn’t get to finish.

With a sudden grunt, he dropped to his knees, his face contorting in pain. Red stood behind him, his hand clamped around Blue’s wrist, twisting it to the edge of breaking. nearby guests gasped, but Red didn’t flinch. In that moment, Blue looked so small and fragile.

"These ladies are with me tonight," he said, his voice cold and firm. "If you’re picking a fight, it’s going to be with me."

It didn’t sound like a suggestion.

“Let go, let go, let go...” Blue whimpered, his voice thin and cracking. Red finally released him, and he slumped forward, clutching his wrist and gasping for breath.

"The legendary Red..." he muttered, trying to regain his composure. "Come on, you know I’ve got no chance against your Charizard. I only just started my journey..." He laughed nervously, clearly scrambling to save face. "Besides, I was just messing around. Amber and I go way back-"

Red cut him off again, his tone still calm, not sounding almost casual.

"You’re right. My Charizard could probably solo your whole team in under thirty seconds." He let the words hang in the air for a beat before continuing.

"So let’s make it fair. My weakest Pokémon against your strongest. That should give you a fighting chance... if you’re half the trainer you claim to be."

Blue was speechless. Red met his gaze without blinking, his expression unreadable and unwavering. After a long, tense pause, Blue gave a small, **** nod. For the first time since you’d known him, you saw it clearly in his eyes: Blue was afraid.