You tell Red how Blue hurt you

The tequila sunrise warms your throat as you take another slow sip, the sweetness masking the burn just enough. Blue has a questioning look on his face, but he keeps quiet. It's your story to tell, if you want to.

You quietly tell him how Blue defeated you, and while not going into details... took your first time by ****. "He—he made me feel like I was nothing," you say. "It should've been the best day of my life, my eighteenth birthday, and the day I become a Pokémon trainer. Instead..."

Red looks down at you with pity in his eyes, and you hate it, so so much. You just met your childhood hero, and from now on all he'll see is the weakling Blue made of you. All the dresses and tequila sunrise in the world wouldn't change that. But at that moment, Red's stern voice asks "Look at me".

Red's eyes soften with something fierce, protective. "You’re not nothing," he says, voice low but solid. "You never were. He took advantage of you, and we're going to get him back for that. Even if it's the last thing that we'll do," he promises, and then smiles confidently. "After all, you got an Elite trainer on your side now," he adds in a cocky voice, but not the usual cockiness that you've heard since childhood from Blue. Something else, much more confident, with a tinge of self-humor.

After a moment, Red says: "I have a plan, but you have to trust me on this," he smiles with a calculating look. "I need you to provoke him somehow, and when he takes the bait, I'll be there. I have just the plan..." a devious smile stretched over his face.