A Night Out

John is at the bar getting the round of drinks. Yuruki’s arm wraps around your shoulder while you sit in the booth. You worry about Daisy, she sips on her drink, not really following the conversation as your girlfriend gives a play by play of her last game. And still no sign of Jack, the last you saw of her she was walking off the battlegrounds with Cindy Hallow, and your texts have gone unanswered.

“Let’s dance,” Yuruki suddenly demands before John returns with the drinks. She quickly scrambles up and over the table while you slowly scoot out of the booth seat. Before you’re fully out, she pulls you along to the crowded dance floor.

The club was packed from everyone being in town for the tournament. The line was lengthy, fortunately between Yuruki’s star power and the 4 of you being in the tournament was enough to skip the line.

She backs up into you, her ass grinding against your groin. You grab her hips, sliding a hand across her chiseled abs. Your heart races as you trace her muscles under her shirt. Her head rolls back into the crook of your neck, she grinds against you, her hand brushing through your hair. You lose yourself in her, in the music, in the crowd.

After a few songs, you’re dripping with sweat. Yuruki’s feeling you up as she dances behind you. The music changes from one song to the next, never giving a break. You check your phone, a single message waits from Jack. “On my way, big news.”

“Jack’s coming,” you shout over the music.

Yuruki nods, “Want to go back to our seats?”

“Yeah, I’m just going to grab her a drink,” you shout back, as the two of you make your way off the dance floor. Yuruki returns to the booth, rejoining the boys and Daisy. You catch the bartender’s attention to order Jack’s drink.

“Amber of Pallet Town right?” a voice calls out. You almost miss it, the music is quieter away from the dance floor, but still quite loud.

You turn to see a raven haired stranger holding her hand out to you. You’ve never seen her before, but you recognize so many of her features. Daisy’s hair, Douglas’s eyes, Ashely’s jawline, Blue’s smile. Is she another of Daisy’s mysterious siblings? “That’s me, and you are?”

“Paris of Cianwood,” she says, shaking your hand. “Judging by what I saw today, we’ll be battling in a couple rounds.”

“Ah, I was actually thinking the same. Those boys between us didn’t seem like much of a challenge,” you joke, recognizing the other trainer now. She’d likely be your battle in the third round of the tournament.

She gives you a devilish grin, “So you want to give me all your secrets? So I can beat you.”

You laugh, “No, I think I’ll keep my secrets.”

“That’s fine, it will just make the battle all the more fun,” she says. “Well, I guess I’ll see you in the third round.” She grabs her drink as the bartender returns with your drinks.

“Paris,” you call out, as she begins to step away. She pauses looking back at you. “Do you know your father?” the words tumble out before you can reconsider.

“Why? That’s kind of an odd question,” she inquires.

“I, it’s just my friend is looking for her dad, and you share a striking resemblance to her.”

Paris thinks for a second, “No, I don’t know my dad. And honestly I don’t think I want to.”

That’s probably for the best, considering if you’re right her dad is a member of Team Rocket. “Yeah, of course, sorry,” you apologize as you turn to leave.

“Is this some kind of weird mind game?” she stops you.

You shake your head, “No, I’m just trying to help a friend.”

She looks conflicted, “I don’t know if I want to find him, but a sister might be fun.”

“She’s over here with us,” you guide her back to the table. “Daisy?” you interrupt her trance. She’s been lost in thought all day, obviously thinking about the next day.

She looks up at you and Paris. The realization sweeps across her face as she stares at your future opponent. “Amber,” she’s lost for words, “who is this?”

“Paris of Cianwood,” Paris introduces herself. “Amber thinks you might be my sister.”

“Hell, I’d say so, I had to double take when I saw Amber walking over with Daisy,” Yuruki jokes.

“I totally see it too,” John chimes in. That’s when you notice, the tiny blue haired girl sitting among the boys. It’s Opal from her battle with John earlier today. Your jealousy creeps in remembering the two of them fucking on the big screens of the stadium.

“YURUKI! You dirty dog. What are you doing here?” Cindy’s voice overpowers the music in your quiet corner booth. The group turns to see Cindy and Jack approaching. “Oh wow, we got like the whole tournament over here,” she looks over the lot of you.

Jack stands next to you kissing your cheek as Yuruki and Cindy start their exchange. “We were having a good time, before this purple haired loudmouth made her way over,” Yuruki laughs.

“If you remember the last time we hung out, you were the loud one. Uhhn,” Cindy fakes a moan, “if you know what I mean.”

“You’ve got a strong tongue, must be from all that talking.”

“So anyway, Cindy offered me a job with the Laurels,” Jack interrupts the bickering between the professional athletes.

“That’s awesome!” you hug her.

“I’m surprised you didn’t already scoop this one up,” Cindy mocks Yuruki, pulling Jack away from you.

Yuruki waves her off, “I hadn’t seen her battle before.”

“So what’s the job?” Roger speaks up.

“I’ll be training to eventually be an alternative. But I’ll also do some other jobs until then, helping the coach, running errands, that kind of stuff,” Jack explains.

“What about the league? And being a gym leader?” you ask.

“She’ll still be competing. The Laurels will also hook her up with some sponsorships during big events. And there aren’t any gym openings right now, so she can make that decision when or if that happens,” Cindy smiles.

Everyone congratulates Jack. The group conversations slowly separate. Daisy and Paris are getting to know each other, you notice Daisy doesn’t bring up the plan for tomorrow. Opal and John are talking about meeting up after the tournament to evolve their Scyther, although you can’t help but notice her constant fawning over John. Yuruki and Cindy bicker like an old married couple, you wonder how much history they actually have together. Which just leaves you and Jack, the two of you talking about her exciting opportunity before finding some time to dance a little.

With the big day the group has planned for tomorrow, the night is cut short. Paris gives out her number. Cindy was already gone chasing whatever person caught her eye. And you watch as Opal gives John a good night kiss when they say their goodbyes. You know he has every right to be with other girls, but part of you still feels jealous.

When it comes time to figure out sleeping arrangements, it is decided that it might be best for everyone to sleep alone to best ensure that everyone is well rested for the infiltration of a criminal organization.