You arrive late, but you arrive

It takes you longer to reach Viridian City then you were expecting. Maybe you just misjudged the distance, or the Route wasn't as straight as the normal roads. Or perhaps you just hadn't been walking as fast as you had thought. Elly had certainly slowed down after a bit, which is understandable. She was tired, which is why she was currently napping on your shoulder. Admidititly, you were pretty tired as well. After fucking three bitches and winning your first Pokémon Battle and walking all day you were honestly rather tired.

Which is why when you finally arrive at Viridian City a little before sunset you feel a sense of relief. You have been to Viridian City plenty of times, so it doesn't take long for you to find the Pokémon Center. Even with both of your feet starting to feel like lead.

You enter the Pokémon Center and immediately head towards the front desk where you are greeted by the Pokémon Nurse.

Fuck, you must be tired because you don't even feel like hitting on her. "I need a room."

The Nurse gives you a practiced smile as she looks at you, here eyes glancing over to your Eevee. "Do you need to check in your Pokémon?"

"No no, she's fine, just tired."

The nurse looks at you for a moment, shrugs and then holds out her hand. "I'll just need your PokeGear, then I can register you." You hand her the device and she scans it, handing it back to you. "Your PokeGear will act as a card key for the door. You are in Room 212. We wish you have a pleasant evening."

You take the PokeGear back and give the Nurse a nod as you walk towards your room. Well, at least there is an elevator. You really don't feel like walking up some stairs to the 2nd floor right now.

A short time later you get to your room, dead on your feet, but you arrive. You flick on the lights and see a rather, humble, looking hotel room. It has a single small bed, a small kitchen space (it's barely more than a sink and a fridge, no stove), a door leading to the bathroom, some chairs and a TV. Kicking off your shoes you walk towards the bed and gently place Elly onto the mattress. She stirs a bit and stretches out, but does not wake up.

You don't lie down on the bed yourself because while you are tired, you don't think you could sleep. Not yet anyway. You don't feel like watching TV to pass the time, so you do the only thing you can think of. You call Gramps.

To your surprise he actually picks up. You half expected him to be passed out drunk already. "Blue... my boy....." But judging by the slurring of his words he was already drunk. "Do what I... Do what.... What's up?"

You consider hanging up then and there, but you were already on the phone. "Oh, I thought I'd just call and tell you that I made it to Viridian City. Checked into the Pokémon Center already."

"Oh that's... That's wonderful my boy!.... Tell me... Did you... Catch anything?"

You take a deep calming breath, no point in arguing with a drunk. "No, I didn't catch anything. I did win a battle though."

"Oh, so that is why Amber was doing the walk of shame."

That gets a chuckle, "No, not her. I mean I DID fuck her. But I didn't battle her."

Gramps' voice on the other end is quiet and you start to think that maybe he had fallen asleep. But then he starts laughing so hard that you have to pull the PokeGear away from your ear. "HA! Really? You got her to spread her legs without even having to beat her first!" He continues laughing so much that you can tell the old man is having trouble breathing. "Ah, she is just like her mother, a total slut. I give Amber a year, tops."

You grin to yourself, "I'll take that bet" You always loved betting with your Grandpa, not only was he a compulsive gambler but he was also bad at it.

Just like a Magikarp on a Rod, the old drunk took the bait. "Oh, you think she will last a year?"

Of course you didn't. "No, I bet she won't even last 6 months."

That got a laugh out of him. "Alright, but you have to be the one to make her quit."

That, wasn't what you were expecting to hear from him. "Ok... How do you suggest I do that."

"Why, the same way Amber's father made her mother quite." You don't say anything, waiting for him to continue. "By making her your sex ****."

That, was something you didn't know about. "Wait, does Amber know?"

More laughter on the other end. "That's the beautiful thing! She doesn't! I imagine Madison was always too embarrassed to tell her. Amber idolized her father after all."

"Yeah..." You honestly don't remember the man. You think he died from Cancer or something. "So, you want me to make Amber my sex ****...?"

You can practically hear the drunk nodding. "Yup, in 6 months."

That, seemed kind of fast. But it was Amber you were talking about. "Sure, I'll take that bet."

"Splendid! Keep me updated Grandson!" Before you can even say good buy, the old drunk has hung up.

For a few moments you simply stare at the now silent PokeGear. "But we didn't even agree on what we were betting?"

Oh well, if there are no terms then there technically isn't a bet. Still, you do like the thought of making Amber your Sex ****. Sounds like fun. There are a few other steps before that, Fuck Buddy & Sex Toy if you remember correctly.

Still, that is in the future. Now you want nothing more then to get some sleep. Getting out of the chair, you stretch and yawn and walk quietly to the bed. You strip down to your boxers before getting onto the bed and crawling under the covers. You are so tired that you fall into a dreamless sleep in moments.