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A Very Indigo Christmas	By : lyarrah Category: Pokemon > General Views: 2066 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Green
- 2-Dawn and Blake
- 3-Brendan
- 4-Cheren
- 5-Lyra
- 6-Wally
- 7-Yellow
- 8-Silver
- 9-Ethan
- 10-Barry
- 1
- 2
A/N: Welcome to Lance's
Christmas Party. Every year it's customary for some League bigwig to
throw at least one holiday party, and this year it's in Indigo, at
his mansion. Everyone who's anyone is there, if they feel like it.
This includes everyone in the crack!verse houses...

If you don't read
crack!verse, you may still find this amusing; the background of the
other parts isn't necessary except for a few jokes.

The special thing about
this story is it's been written as a collaboration between several of
the FicFags Anonymous members. Each of us picked a couple of our
favorite characters to write the night from the point of view of.
Some chose small snippets of the night, others are a little more
broad, but together they help prove how the same evening can be very
different for different people, or even just under different levels
of alcohol consumption.

Feel free to read it in
any order; these are posted only in the order they were completed.
And no, sadly, not every character got their own story for the
evening, but we did our best to have every character represented
somewhere.

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GREEN – Not as
Cold as That Damn Mountain

Lyraeon

Maybe I'd been too hard
on Brendan.

I mean, it wasn't his
fault that his woman was such a man. Not totally, at least. So maybe
it'd been rude of me to call her his Mistress. They didn't seem like
they were into that kind of thing, anyway. Not that it was any of my
business. Maybe they are, given how annoyed he seemed when I said it.

Whatever. That's his
problem, and right now, I'm in no position to judge anyone else's
relationship or sex life. Not until after I finish explaining to
grandpa what the hell is up with mine.

Ugh. Grandpa.
Tomorrow's gonna be a pain in the ass. Hopefully not literally, I
don't think grandpa will pull out the belt with Agatha around. Then
again, I didn't think he would anymore after I turned 18, but given
last month, 19 still isn't old enough for him to stop treating me
like a child. “Under his roof” and all that. Fuck that
old fashioned codger... He ain't married to Agatha... But that's
probably just some kind of “honoring grandma” thing in
his head....

I need to stop thinking
about this crap. Probably because all that's left in my glass is ice
and vaguely lime-flavored water. Blaine's a shitty bartender. Too
much ice in all the drinks all night, but they're free, so I guess I
can't complain too much.

The stools are nice at
least. Lance has good taste, comfort-wise. Everything's fucking tacky
and over the top, but it's comfortable. Third time tonight I've been
on these stools, dunno why I'm bothering getting up between them. I
guess I'm just waiting for Red to show up, and that's why I keep
getting up to look for him. Leaf got here about an hour ago, and
she's fretting around for him too, when she's not being all motherly
with fixing the other girls' hair. She's been trapped in a house with
a bunch of coordinators too long by now. She never used to care about
her appearance further than her hat being on forward and her skirt
covering her ass. I used to be able to get away with telling her it
was when it wasn't, too. Not that all the skin conditioners and stuff
the other girls have talked her into haven't made her even more
beautiful, just that I liked rough-around-the-edges Leaf.
Being all tomboyish and worldly and looking like she'd been out on
the road, tan lines and everything, suited her.

But she wasn't on the
road anymore. Neither was I. I was rooted down on this damn Plateau
for over a year now, same with her, same with Red. Rooted to the gym
for four years now.

“Four years?
Really?” It wasn't something to be saying out loud, but damn't,
had I really spent half my career as a trainer attached to that damn
gym in Viridian? No, not half. More than that. It'd only been seven
years since I left Pallet the first time...

Maybe I'll go climb the
mountain. Getting dirt under my nails sounds perfect right now. I'll
grab Red, maybe Leaf too if she hasn't pansied out too much for an
adventure, we'll go climb the mountain, spend Christmas up there,
just like the old days. Dirt everywhere, freezing our asses off,
forgetting to come out from under the blankets for days at a time.
Just like that first winter when I ran away from the gym. Yeah,
that'd be way better than dinner at grandpa's...

“Yeah, it's been
about that long, hasn't it?”

I didn't mean for
anyone to hear me. It's one of those big burly gym leaders from one
of the other regions. They all look like Bruno, so I can't keep them
straight, and he's sitting on a chair so I can't tell how tall he is.
I think he's called Chuck.

“They pick 'em
young these days,” he muses, so I figure it's gotta be Chuck,
the others are all too young to be talking like that. “I don't
think I even had eight badges when I was your age. But I finished
school first.”

I'm laughing and I'm
not sure why, but Blaine's put another drink down in front of me so
the liquor probably has something to do with it. Maybe it's just the
thought of these muscle-heads with a diploma. “Never said I did
too well, just said I finished it,” he adds, and so I stop
laughing. No sense in being rude to my elders.

He's talking like he's
got more drinks in him than I do, so I don't know how seriously to
take him when he starts talking about the award I won. “Most
Gym Battles Won”. Third year in a row. Apparently it's not
meant to be an honorable award, even if there is a little plaque that
goes with it. Apparently it's meant to be my cue to go a bit easier
on challengers next year.

I frown as I remember
my upcoming battle with Yellow. She wasn't ready to go battle the
Elite Four. I can't go easy on people like her. People like Ethan.
Any of them. Yeah, I'm supposed to scale myself a bit, at least, but
I can't give badges out for free like Misty...

“It's just
because I don't stick to one type, so people can't go all cheap type
advantage on me.”

Bru-I mean, Chuck looks
hurt at that. “Well, all the more reason for what I was going
to suggest.” He's being really careful with his words, like
he's trying to talk down to me. It's annoying, and my glass is
getting low again. I rub my eyebrow and then look at him expectantly,
waiting for him to issue this famous suggestion of his.

“You're good,
kid. I think you need to go get into the Elite Four, instead of being
a Gym Leader.”

“Could. Don't
want to.”

“Why not?”

“Gym's closer to
home.” That's why I chose that damned building anyway, despite
it being ugly. It's not even an hour's bike ride from grandpa's lab.

“Really? Because
I heard you've been living here in Indigo for over a year now.”

“Where'd ya hear
that?” I slam my drink down, forgetting it's got anything in
it, and curse as I feel it splash over onto my hand. I'll tell Blaine
to make the next one frozen.

“That pretty
little thing of yours.”

Takes me a second to
realize he means Leaf. I rub my eyebrow again, this time with the
cold glass, which feels better than my hand. “Yeah, guess I
have.” Pallet still seems to be home even though I've been up
here this long. A little less so, when I think about the belt waiting
for me there, and when I realize Daisy's been gone since before I've
been a leader. When I remember she and that jerkwad reproduced and
now I'll be meeting little Sammy for the first time tomorrow.

I set my glass back
down, staring at the ice cubes, before I manage to sigh and look back
up at this guy. He doesn't look like he should be wearing a suit. I
pull it off way better than him. “...You're probably right.
None of this stupid scaling nonsense in being on the Four...” I
mutter, squinting a bit and letting my eyes drift around the room.
“Pays well too, if Lance is any evidence.” This place is
stacked, and the whole condo I've been renting with those other
idiots could probably fit in this ballroom.

“He's been there
a long time, but I'm sure it does.”

“I have to beat
one of them out, right?”

“That's most of
it.”

Agatha'd be the easy
answer. I have no shame in beating an old woman. But she stepped down
a couple years ago, so she's not an option. I'd say Bruno, but he's
been in the Elite Four as long as I've been alive, I think. Karen...
I was going to need a couple more drinks to even think about dealing
with that piece of work again. I was sure she was here at the party,
too, but saying that was like saying Cynthia was at the party, it
hadn't mattered since the media left around 6:30. Koga was scary in
his own way, but I can beat him, easy, too, I'm sure. But something
about that lacked satisfaction. I'd beaten him years before, when he
was just a gym leader, after all.

“Just”, I
was thinking about my own position.

“If you see Lance
before I do, tell him his days of luxury are numbered,” I tell
the guy, then stand up. Now I had something to do until Red showed
up.

I ran into Leaf before
I made it five steps from the bar. “I see you and May haven't
found each other yet,” she teased, kissing me quickly, and I
just rolled my eyes, putting my empty hand around her waist.

“Why is that the
first thing everyone says to me?” You get drunk enough to make
out with someone you're not with once and people hold it
against you for years. Okay, twice. I still didn't believe anyone
that it had happened again at Halloween this year, because I didn't
remember it. But maybe that was why Brendan had asked me if I'd seen
her. “Is she even here? Brendan's looking for her.”

Leaf shakes her head,
smiling politely as Pryce walks by, giving us a wave. It's strange to
see anyone still so put together against the otherwise drunken
atmosphere the party's already taken, but he's always been a
gentleman. Leaf and I probably look fairly proper at the moment too,
aside from the silly Santa hat she'd put on. Both of us wore formal
wear well, unlike Red who'll probably show up in jeans. He just isn't
Red any other way though.

I saw Ethan was
following suit and, while he was otherwise wearing something that I
was pretty sure wasn't actually his, he still had his baseball cap
on. I'd call it stupid, but I promised Leaf I wouldn't pick on him or
Barry tonight. Even if they did make it easy.

“Haven't seen her
yet. Red either.” Her voice is so hushed and proper I can
barely hear it over the music. I kiss her forehead, surveying the
room over her hat in search of any of my targets. I made no promises
about harassing future ex-Elite Four members. “We should
dance,” she says with a giggle, and I nod a little, not really
thinking about what she's saying, even as her fingers rest on my
shoulder.

“We should,”
I agree, catching a flash of red from the corner of my eye. “Later.”
Another quick kiss and I'm halfway across the ballroom. I've got to
grab Lance before anyone else can, or at least anyone I can't
interrupt.

“You,” I
announce, striding up between him and the statue he was posing with.
He's got at least a dozen Dragon sculptures around the room, and this
one's his new one, some pokemon I only recognize because Cheren knows
everything about every gym leader in Unova. I doubt Lance has seen
one in person.

“Green! So glad
you could make it! I thought you'd be back in Pallet with your
family.” Everything about him is so boisterous that I'm sure
Wallace is cowering in shame somewhere in the room, and this guy
wouldn't know coordinating if it poured glitter down his cape.

“Whatever,”
I grunt. “I'll be welcoming you next year.”

“Oh? Is Red
hosting?”

He isn't even looking
at me. Or at the wine glass he's holding. “No, I will be. From
this very room.”

I don't know what about
him gets me so pissed off. I think it's the cape, or maybe it's just
the whole dragon trainer thing in general. Claire gets me fired up
the same way, except I actually did punch her in the face once. I was
13, so I don't think she'd even know it was me by now, but I'm not
going to ask her.

And right now Lance is
giving me the kind of pretentious look that makes me feel completely
justified in wanting to challenge him right here and now. If I'd
brought anyone besides Eevee with me, I would, but they always
televise these things so even if I tried, they'd make me wait. “How
will you be hosting from my mansion?”

“It'll be mine.
I'm taking you down, Lance,” I growl, a grin on my mouth as I
remember the twice before I've beaten the son of a bitch. “I'm
taking your position, and your mansion, and even your cape. But you
can keep your statues.”

I realize I'm pointing
at him with my finger only an inch from his chest, and then I realize
that part of why he and Claire piss me off is because they're taller
than me, and that's just obnoxious. Palmer's usually the only one
taller than me at these shindigs, ever since I hit six foot, and he's
from Unova to begin with so he's got an excuse. I put my finger down
before anyone can start staring at me, adjusting my tie as I try to
regain my composure. “Nothing personal, of course. I'm just
sick of the Gym life.”

He shrugs, and the hint
of alarm that stays in his eyes as he looks across the room brings
another surge of adrenaline to my chest. I can taste victory already.
“Understandable. I fled from that drudgery the first chance I
got, years ago.”

He's trying to be
conversational, but I've got him nervous now. Damn, why didn't I
bring my pokeballs with me?

Then there's a flash of
blonde behind him, and as he continues talking, I notice Yellow's
here and she's looking absolutely adorable in the dress Brendan made
for her, with Chuchu clinging to her shoulder still. I smile past
Lance, waiting for him to take a breath so I can blow him off and go
pester our sister properly.

Then I realize where
she's heading, in a slow motion sort of way that doesn't really
register until I take another sip of my drink. Ethan's somewhere over
there, which I suppose is better than the two hours she spent talking
to Wally at Halloween, but it's still Ethan. But maybe she's just
saying hi to him, or asking him where I'm at – after all, Lucas
and Brendan are standing around the same table. Maybe she's trying to
talk to one of them instead. Lucas is a nice kid; I don't care if she
talks to him.

I watch her just in
case any of them try anything stupid. Red doesn't seem to be watching
her, so one of us needs to be.

And what I manage to
watch is her tapping that little shit on the shoulder, kissing him on
the cheek, and skipping off.

“Hold this,”
I command Lance, cutting him off as I shove my drink into his
gesturing hand. I need to go scold our little sister for doing
something so stupid. After I beat some sense into Ethan for letting
it happen. “That little shit... Yellow's way too good for him,”
I snarl, snaking my way through the crowd toward him.

Then the person in
front of me won't move, and I look down to realize it's Leaf, and
she's sidestepping into my path each time I try to move.

“No,” she
snaps before I can even open my mouth, her hands on my shoulders.

I scowl at her,
wondering why she always sides with letting Yellow do something
stupid. “You don't even know what I'm gonna do.”

“I know it's
going to be very unpleasant for a boy that's suddenly having a very
wonderful night.”

“As it should
be!” Somehow she was missing that the entire point of this was
to make Ethan very, very miserable. “He touched Yellow!”
That completely voided any “not picking on him”
deals I'd made with her.

“Please don't be
like that. Ethan didn't do anything.” She's giving me that
puppy eyed look. It hasn't worked since we were seven, except maybe
for when she wants me to go down on her, and somehow I doubt that's
the case right now so it's pointless.

“Yet.” How
she could be so blind as to not realize Ethan would be doing all
sorts of horrible things to Yellow within the hour if I didn't stop
him right now was beyond me. I try to tell her as much, but then
she's kissing me, and damn that girl can kiss, and I remember that if
Yellow is here, Red must be too, and that means kisses from him too.
And besides, the music's actually fairly pretty, so I can dance with
my girlfriend for a while. I promised her earlier, anyway. But I'm
going to keep a watch on Ethan, in case he goes near Yellow again,
and as soon as Leaf forgets she's supposed to be distracting me, I'm
going to go smack sense into both of them.

A couple songs later,
she's still got me snared, but that girl's fingers are magic on my
shoulders so I'll let her keep me here a bit longer. Lucas is the
only one still at that table now, and I think he's asleep, but Yellow
had hold of Red's shirt last I saw her, so she's safe for now. One
more song can't hurt.

Leaf's been nuzzling my
neck for a bit now, and she starts talking quietly enough I have to
concentrate to hear her over the music. “It's so nice to have a
night off, where we don't have to worry about anything.”

A night off? I laugh.
She tries to tell me she's serious, but I don't know how she could
be. Even tonight I'm still on my guard; watching for challengers,
planning my battle against Lance, keeping boys' filthy hands off our
little sister. It's true that I had a whole week of not needing to go
to the gym ahead of me, but those trips to and from weren't so bad,
flying the hour each way on Pidgeot was pretty sweet, when the
weather was nice. But that was one week out of 52, and Red
technically didn't even have that week off, though people got all the
way to challenging him so rarely that his job was mostly publicity.
It was no wonder he'd developed a variant of the Cynthia personality
over the last seven years, with people challenging him all the time.

“...So that's
it,” I thought aloud as realization rained down on me. “That's
why you're so laid back about everything.”

Leaf pulls her head
back a bit, raising an eyebrow at me. “What?” she asks,
and I just shake my head and laugh.

“That's why you
don't get it. Because you don't have all the responsibility that Red
and I do.” I pull the santa hat off of her head, because Arceus
she looks stupid with it on, and smooth down her hair as she starts
trying to grab it from my hand.

“I don't because
I choose not to. I still have other things I have to do; I just don't
do them in the public eye.”

Oh, silly woman.
Thinking whatever it was she did all day was as hard as the constant
training and battling Red and I went through. But she didn't know any
better, did she? She'd stopped with her badges, never done anything
with them. So of course she doesn't know how hard it is.

I put on the hat to
keep it from her, then grab her hands for extra insurance. The
logical conclusion is forming in my head, and I smile broadly as it
surfaces fully, giving her hands a good squeeze. “It's okay
sweetheart,” I coo, nuzzling our foreheads together. “I
know you just haven't experienced responsibility on the same level as
us guys. But I'll fix that for you, very soon. Then you'll never be
so bored as to worry like this, and you'll understand why we have to
guard Yellow so well, too. I'm sure of it.”

She's trying really
hard to look venomous, but instead she just looks adorable. I'm so
tempted to pick her up and just do awful things to her right now, but
that might get me booted from the league, so I won't. “What,”
she says, completely deadpan, and I just smile wider. Of course she
wouldn't realize the easy answer like I did.

I scoop one hand
beneath her chin, holding her eyes up to look into mine while I
announce my brilliant plan. “I'm going to knock you up, so you
can have some responsibility too. Then you'll understand the kind of
stress Red and I have to go through every day, I'm sure.”

It's perfect, and as a
bonus, it means sex and it means getting the Oak genetics passed down
before grandpa flips out more. Sammy may be born from our tree, but
he's not an Oak by name, so grandpa's starting to get antsy about
leaving a legacy. I let go of Leaf's other hand and press my palm to
her stomach. It's just barely got a curve to it, same as always, and
I think about how it'd look swelled up. She'd have to tie her hair
back, or maybe cut it, but the look would suit Leaf well, doubly so
if she put on an apron. Her breasts would get bigger too, and while
there was a lot about women to dislike, a proper pair of knockers
weren't on that list. “Yeah, I'm gonna fill this belly full of
babies.” The more I think about it, the better the idea sounds,
and the more I like rubbing my hand along her stomach.

“G-Green, how
much have you had to drink tonight?”

There she goes, trying
to change the subject again. I roll my eyes, letting go of her chin,
though my other hand keeps playing on her belly for the moment. “Not
enough to forget about the beatings I owe Lance and Ethan,” I
answer honestly. She starts to ask me why I owe one to Lance, then
suddenly stops to slap my hand away from her stomach. It kind of
hurts, but now I'm thirsty again so I really don't care. “Lance
has my drink,” I remember, and I hear her sigh, but before she
can tell me why she's getting so huffy, not that I wanted to know, I
realize Yellow has disappeared from behind Reddy-teddy.

“...Shit.”
I can't see where Ethan is either, so I'm sure he's trying to talk
her out of her dress somewhere, that little perv, and that is one
image I'm already regretting letting come to mind. “I need to
find her before he does.”

“Why? Before who
does?”

Oh, right, I was
dancing with Leaf. The planning of the next generation of Oaks will
have to wait a couple more hours though, because I need to go prevent
there ever being another Gold. “Wait here, my love,” I
insist to Leaf, placing a finger over her lips. “You've got to
have patience, I'm sorry. I'll be back for you.”

She apparently just
can't wait though, since she grabs hold of my jacket sleeve rather
tightly, her voice showing fatigue as she asks again where I'm going.
“I have to explain to Yellow that boys are disgusting creatures
who must never be trusted,” I tell her again, and she gives me
a sigh that I know is probably questioning how I can believe such a
thing about my own gender. But even I'm awful, wanting so badly to
pin Leaf to a wall in this very room. Red is the only man who can be
trusted, and Yellow needs to know that much.

I see a flash of blonde
through a window, and I release my darling girlfriend, setting out at
full speed toward the nearest door. It only takes an extra few steps
to grab my beverage back from Lance, and then I'm to the door before
I realize it's not actually mine, and that whatever he's been
drinking, it's stronger and less fruity than my mai tais. It'll do
for now, because I'm already out in the cold now and I'm not going
back in until after I find our little sister.

But there's another
blond at this party, and the one I saw out here is definitely not
that sweetheart. It's Barry, and for some probably stupid reason the
skinny bastard is out here, in a foot of snow, in nothing but his
boxers. He's jogging, and I ask him how much he's had to drink, and
he marches in place as he tells me he doesn't drink.

“So you're just
crazy then? Out here, damn near naked, in this weather?”

“I lost a bet,”
he tells me, and I sigh.

“This is no way
to act if you're serious about wanting to become Sinnoh's champion,”
I warn him, coughing when I forget again what's in my glass and gulp
too much at once. “The media goes crazy over this sort of
thing.”

I realize the boxers
he's got on have little red-nosed, santa hat wearing Shaymin all over
them, and as I adjust the hat I forgot I had on, I tell him that at
least those are good ones to show up in the tabloids in.

“Thanks, Dawn
gave me them,” he smiled proudly, and I don't know whether to
be happy for him that he's obviously finally getting laid or sorry
for him for hooking up with a coordinator.

I settle on, “Damn,”
before I remember I was telling him not to be running around out here
in his underwear, and I repeat that part.

“Well, the bet
was over a battle,” he adds, rubbing his arms. Poor kid, the
cold's starting to get to him, though I guess growing up in Sinnoh
made this September weather, not December weather, unless that was
just Snowpoint. Red could probably stand out here in his boxers all
night and barely shiver, too, or at least all those nights on Mt
Silver felt about like that.

“So this is your
penalty for losing the battle?”

“This was the
backup penalty,” he admitted sheepishly. “The original
penalty carried far more dishonor.”

So he had the sense not
to be completely naked, at least. That was good. “You can't be
losing like that,” I drawled, sipping my drink. “We
should battle, when I get back from Pallet. Get you more practice.”

“Oh wow, that'd
be amazing!” he shivered, puffing air into his hands. “But...
for now, you think I can go back to jogging? I have three more laps
to go.”

“Oh, right.”
I nod, putting my hands into my pockets. Kid has guts at least.
Follow-through. Good traits in a champion.

Traits Ethan was
horribly lacking, which I still needed to warn Yellow about. He
wouldn't care about honor.

I head back inside,
leaving the little ritalin poster child to continue his running,
letting the door slam behind me. Another flash of blond, but I can
tell that's not Yellow, it looks too much like the last one I dealt
with. I long for the days when the only blond other than her were a
couple gym leaders, then I remember this is the first year she's been
allowed to any of the parties. No wonder I don't remember defending
her from anyone but Wally before now.

Huh, maybe that's where
she went. He's smart enough not to touch her after the crushing I
gave him when he talked to her at Halloween, but they're close to the
same age so I bet she's talking to him again. Or maybe to those
creepy twins from Hoenn, they're around her age too.

Leaf's waiting for me
inside though. She's talking to May, who finally decided to show up,
though it looks like she forgot pants because I swear she's wearing
one of Brendan's shirts and some pantyhose. Something like that. The
color looks good on her though, and from the right angle I can see
her bra through the gaps between her buttons. She wobbles like she's
drunk already as she sets her head onto Leaf's shoulder, letting out
an exaggerated laugh. Her makeup is smeared, too, and I'd think she's
been crying except she wipes her eyes as she stands back up, and
there's a black stripe on her hand too, so that's probably why. She
must be angry, I've only ever seen her drunk like this before when
she's been mad, but then again I told Brendan earlier that she's
always mad, didn't I?

Leaf gently pushes her
away, pointing toward another corner of the room, and May heads off
in that direction, but glances back at me for a moment and I swear
she looks hungry when she does.

Damn. I usually don't
go for women anymore, but she's got so much fight in her that I-

My girlfriend's lips
are on my cheek, and I rub it afterward, because it was just too wet.
“What?” I ask, and she just sighs.

“Don't do it
again.”

“Do what?”
I raise my hand to take a drink, but the glass of whatever Lance had
is empty. If Blaine's still bartending, I'll just get back there and
make something for myself. “You seen Reddy-teddy anywhere?”

She laughs through her
nose, which means she doesn't want me to know she's laughing. “Don't
call him that, and he's with Yellow.”

“I can call my
Reddy-teddy whatever I want.” Right, the glass is empty. I keep
forgetting. “Good that she's with him. Where's Ethan.”

“I don't know.”
She tries not to look at where the little shit is, but I follow her
gaze before she can move it.

“I win,” I
tell her, pushing my empty glass into her hand. But Ethan's got Lyra
hovering a couple inches from him on one side, and some older woman
talking to them both, and she looks important so I'll avoid
interrupting, don't need to make myself look bad. I'll just keep
track of him, and get that next drink in the mean time.

Blaine's gone missing,
and Pryce looks at me like he's not going to serve me anything, so I
just lean over the counter and grab a glass the first time he walks
away. “I'm legal, you can't cut me off. Besides, I ain't
driving,” I remind him once I realize the glass is just ice,
and he begrudgingly pours something that smells like paint thinner in
my glass. I steal a couple of cherries as long as I'm leaning over
that far, popping one in my mouth as I stand back up. The sweetness
makes the vodka easier to handle, so I keep that one in my mouth
while I sip my drink, playing with the stem.

I should find
Reddy-teddy and feed him the other one. He smiles when he's drunk,
and he's cuter when he smiles. But he hates stuff this strong.

I find him sitting in a
corner, on a couch with Yellow. All our pokemon are there with them,
including Iggy who is up way past his bedtime and I tell them
so as greeting. Eevee looks up at me from the coffee table, yipping,
then goes back to sniffing one of the empty bottles someone's left on
it. He looks half perplexed and half intrigued, and I laugh at the
thought of him getting drunk too.

Then there are arms
around my waist and a muffled squeal of “Green-niii-channnn”
in my chest and I laugh as I pat her on the head, careful not to mess
up the curls either Dawn or Red's mom did for her.

“Look how pretty
my dress is!” she chirps, spinning. “Brendan did a great
job, didn't he?”

Yeah, that bitch can
sew, that's for sure. I smirk and nod, walking over to sit down onto
Reddy-teddy's lap. I offer him the other cherry from my drink, and he
shakes his head, holding up his own barely-touched pink concoction
that's probably a strawberry daiquiri. He loves strawberry. So does
Yellow and she's got a kid's version sitting on the table between the
bottles. Iggy and I lock eyes for a second as I catch him pulling the
little plastic sword out of her drink, then he floats off with it
before I can tell him to put it back.

Yellow's still trying
to talk to me, and she's adorable so I should pay attention, but I'm
busy worrying her dress is too short. It barely reaches her knees.
She's only 13, she shouldn't be dressed like that. Damn that Brendan.
But she's got tights on so whatever, at least she won't freeze.

“And Dawn did my
hair but it took soooooo long and it made it smell burny a
couple of times but watch!” she grabs one corkscrew and pulled
on it, only for it to spring back into position, and giggled. “Cool,
huh?”

She keeps finding
excuses to turn around, and I realize she's probably looking for that
little shit, and sigh. “Yellow, your brother and I need to have
a talk with you,” I announced, patting my lap. Red scowled at
me a little, probably because it shook him and he was having to hold
his drink really carefully. I decide it'd be mean to have us both
sitting on him, so I slide off, sitting down a foot away and patting
the couch between us instead. Yellow bounds over and hops into my
lap, flopping over so her head's laying on Red's.

She's so adorable I
could just hug her forever. I should go castrate Ethan after this.

Red gives me a look
that says he has no idea what we're talking to her about, and I sigh
again. “I need you to listen very carefully, Yellow,”
I tell her, and she nods, sitting back up and staring at me intently.
“This is probably the most important thing I have EVER told
you.”

She nods again, eyes
wide. Chuchu is now sitting on her lap, looking at me expectantly
too. That's fine, I doubt Pikachu has ever had this talk with her, so
she should listen, too.

“Boys are awful
creatures.”

She starts giggling,
and I stare at her until she calms down. She needs to actually
listen, but she's not taking me seriously.

“I mean it,
Yellow. You need to stay away from them. They are horrible, awful
creatures who will give you cooties.”

“Green-nii-chan,
cooties don't exist. Don't be so silly.” She's covering her
mouth as she giggles, and I realize someone's gone and put makeup on
my darling sister. It's just something glittery on her eyelids, but
she's still about 10 years too young for that sort of thing. I lick
my thumb and reach for her face to try and rub it off, and she
squeaks, leaning away from my hand.

“Hold still,”
I grunt. It's hard enough to do this without poking her in the eye
without her squirming.

“Nooooo I don't
want your slobber on my face! Grooossss!”

I frown. She
understands the cooties thing after all, at least, but she's still
got makeup on. “Then promise me you're not going to even think
about touching any boys.”

“I don't want to
touch any boys,” she assures me. She's blushing a little
though, and I noticed her lips were glittery too. She has lip gloss
on. She had lip gloss on when she kissed that little shit on the
cheek. Castration would be going easy on him at this stage.

“Or talk to them
or even LOOK at them,” I growl, staring her in the eyes. She
looks a little scared, but that was okay, she should be scared to do
anything with boys except kick their asses at pokemon.

“Nii-samaaaa,”
she whines, crawling quickly out of my lap and into his, then a
little behind him. Chuchu's nowhere to be seen either, though
Pikachu's looking a little sparky as he stares at me. “Nii-chan's
being scary.” She ducked her face behind his shoulder, and I
feel bad for making her scared of me, but she needs to know that her
brother is the only guy in the world who's not an awful, awful man.
Her real brother at that. I'm no better, with the awful things I do
to him...

I stand up, remembering
that I need to go do a whole different kind of awful to Ethan. Just
scaring him won't work like it did on Wally, I need to actually hurt
him for it to get through his dense skull that he needs to stay away
from Yellow. I kiss Red on the lips and Yellow on the forehead and
pick Eevee up by the scruff and put him on my shoulder. There's a
couple unopened beers on the table and I take one of those too.

I don't see Lyra over
where Ethan was before, but that means I might have lost track of the
little shit entirely. I head that way anyway, holding the
not-cold-enough bottle to my brow as I walk. Eevee asks something
about what we're doing, but I'm too annoyed to try and understand a
pokemon right now, so I ignore him.

Damn't, Ethan's gone. I
should have just stayed with Reddy-teddy and gotten some quality time
in. Maybe it's not too late to find Dawn or something and make her
watch Yellow so we can sneak off early. Chances are good I'm not
getting any for the rest of the year if I don't tonight, grandpa'll
make sure of that. This is Leaf's fault; it was her idea for us to
spend the week off back in Pallet instead of holed up in Red's room
like a good couple... thing... should be. But their parents took the
whole thing well, not like grandpa, so of course they were fine with
going back to town. They weren't the ones who got caught with their
dick out.

Some Elite Four douche
from one of the other regions is leaning against the wall where Ethan
had been before. I'm starting to think the little shit was avoiding
me on purpose. Maybe he did have a brain after all. The guy smirks at
me knowingly, raising an eyebrow. He's kind of cute, in a way that
makes him look younger than his height suggests. I smirk back,
thinking he'd probably be good prey if I wasn't committed. I'd mess
with him a bit, just to show him I don't back down from challenges,
but Red's probably still watching and he gets mad when I start
sticking my hands in other people's pockets. Maybe I should anyway.
He's fun when he's jealous.

I'll talk to him, that
can't hurt in either direction. If I lean against the wall by him,
I'll have a good view of wherever that little shit's run off to.
Bonus.

“Name's Aaron,”
he says conversationally as I stand a couple inches from him. His
drink doesn't look alcoholic, on closer inspection, and suddenly I
worry he really is as young as he looks.

“Green Oak,”
I answer.

“Like the
Professor? He your dad?”

“No,
grandfather,” I wince. I had this discussion about once a
month, and it always made my head hurt.

“No way. He
doesn't look old enough to have a grandson.”

“He's over 60,”
I answer. Aaron continues to look surprised, and I don't know whether
to curse or love those genes. “Gym Leader,” I explain,
pointing to my chest with my thumb. The guy nods, reaching up to
scratch Eevee on the head. He purrs politely, even though he hates it
when people touch his ears.

“Elite Four.
Sinnoh.”

Well no fucking wonder,
then. By now I'm fully convinced that the whole country's made of
fags, since they managed to invent Coordinating. Don't tell the
fangirls that though; I realize now I recognize this guy from some
magazine covers, and just like Wallace, teenage girls just eat him
up, oblivious to his sexuality. “I'm going for Elite Four this
year,” I boast, trying not to think about it. At least now I
remember he's not that young, and I feel like less of a creep. “Maybe
soon I'll be on magazine covers too.”

“You've seen me
then?” he smirks, and I realize the advantages of him being
sober are that he doesn't reek of booze, and that he's not saying
things out loud he only meant to think.

“Sometimes. Maybe
I'll see you later, too,” I chuckle, pushing away from the
wall. Eevee's starting to dig his claws into my shoulder, which means
he wants to go, and I should find Reddy-teddy and get him another
drink. The boy needs to smile. God he's hot when he smiles.

Leaf seems to think I'm
misbehaving because she's waiting for me again, and before she can
start on whatever she's gonna start on I grab her by the ass and
shoulder and dip her into a kiss like I should have two hours
earlier. She tastes like that cherry lip gloss of hers I love so
much, then I stand her upright and rub her belly again. “Grandpa
will forgive me if I tell him I'm knocking you up,” I whisper,
laughing and kissing her again, though she pulls back out of that
one.

“You've had too
much to drink,” she assures me, grabbing at my beer. Her cheeks
are red, and it's cute.

“You can't have
it.” I hold it above her head, switching hands when she gets on
her tippy toes to grab at it.

“Baby, it's
embarrassing.” She's pouting at me again. Those lips could be
doing a thousand better things right now, and I tell her so, but she
doesn't laugh with me, she just blushes more and looks away.

I use my free hand to
pick Eevee up off my shoulder and put him onto hers, then pat them
both on the head. “Don't be sad,” I tell her, “it's
Christmas! Love is in the air.”

“You're drunk,”
she repeats, and I think it's just adorable how she thinks she's
right when she's not.

“Go keep Red
company.” I pat her on the ass again, trying to push her toward
them, then grab her wrist to stop her. “Wait, no. Go find
someone to entertain Yellow for the night. A girl someone.” I
frown as that still sounds awful, and I realize maybe I'll have to
explain to Yellow why girls are bad, too. “A friend.”

She gives me a
disgusted look, like she doesn't want me to bone her later or
something, and I just laugh, because she's so cute when she's trying
that hard. I lean to kiss her again but only reach her cheek before
she walks away, mumbling something about me being on my own.

Well that's just fine,
because I just spotted Ethan, and if she's gone then she can't stop
me from wringing his neck. He's got his back to me, so there's no way
in hell he'll escape me this time.

Lance is with him, too.
All the better. I can trash him some more when I'm done with the
little shit.

“Fffucknut!”
I shout, the side of my fist colliding with his stupid hat, knocking
him forward. He stumbles forward, yelping in pain, and when I look
up, Lance doesn't seem to be sure if he should be thanking me or
helping Ethan. “'Scuse us a minute,” I tell the bastard,
grabbing Ethan by the back of his sweater vest and dragging him a few
feet away from the crowd. “But you're next, so don't you
fucking move!” I call back at him. He'll move, I'm sure, but he
was warned so it gives me more reason to smash his face in with one
of his damn statues.

To my alarm, Ethan's
pants fall around his ankles as I jerk him along, and I realize
they're undone. His underwear is still on, at least, though the
boxerbriefs outline him better than I ever needed to see. The look of
alarm that Lance had worn flashes across my mind, and Ethan is
chuckling, his voice slurred. I don't remember punching him in the
jaw so he must be drunk. “You challen'gin me too, Green?”
he hiccups, giggling. “Of curse a fag-get like youuuu would
wanna see the PERFECT body uh Ethan.” His laughter was
painfully loud, matching most of his words, and I felt my face flush
in a combination of anger and frustration over the dumbshit's
rambling.

“Why you...”
I growl, backhanding him. I swear I hear someone telling me to stop,
but I'm sure it's just Leaf being stupid about this again, so I let
go of Ethan's collar and knock his ankles out from under him at the
same time. It doesn't take much, as wasted as he is, so now he's on
his hands and knees and he's coughing but still laughing. I have no
idea how to punish him for this bullshit, and I'm not even sure what
he did to begin with because now this is just personal.

“Fucknut, I'll
faggot you,” I snarl. I want to kick him in the balls but he's
got his legs together so I can't easily. There's a scraping sound as
his belt buckle clatters on the floor as he tries to get his feet
under him, and I grin.

He'd get the belt, just
like grandpa did to me. Revenge would be amazing.

Leaf is shouting “what
the hell?” from behind me as I start to rip my belt off, and
I'm sure with Ethan's pants down this must look like something
entirely different. I fold the leather in half and just miss the
little shit's ass with it, hitting his back instead. He starts
cursing at me and scrambling to get up, and his hat goes tumbling off
while Leaf is grabbing my arm. I let her pull my drink away, that's
what she's been trying to do all night so that should get her off of
me. But it doesn't for some reason. I manage to smack Ethan again,
and now he's shaking and coughing, and on one hand I've got the
bastard where I want him and on the other hand he's probably going to
puke all over the carpet and the carpet's gonna be mine in a few
weeks so I can't have that.

So I let Leaf take the
belt too, since that seems to be what she was after, and I reach down
for the mess of black hair the little shit keeps hidden under his
hat.

And I stop mid-reach
because I could swear that's not Ethan in front of me. Red would
never be this pathetic or wasted but it looks too much like him not
to be him. Cowlicked black hair there on his hands and knees with
that slightly tanned skin and-

Oh Arceus. Oh hell with
the world. Ethan looks exactly like Red did at his age, when we
first...

I'm the one who feels
like puking now, and I kick the little shit in the thigh before
storming off, tearing my beer free from Leaf's hand to put it to my
forehead again. It's not cold enough anymore. She's crying, or at
least sounds like it, and when I look up Red is standing right there
and he just looks disappointed. “Oh, suck my dick,” I
snap, pushing past him. He doesn't follow me, instead he just sighs,
and I'm glad Yellow wasn't around to see me beat up her boyfriend
because then she'd be crying and I'd really feel like a douche.

“I don't care
what it is as long as it's cold and strong,” I tell Pryce, and
he doesn't look at me as he passes me a glass a moment later. I need
a distraction, and I need something cold for my head, it's really
starting to hurt. I should sit down some place where Leaf won't find
me for a while. Red would find me no matter where I went. The kitchen
seemed farthest from anything else that was going on so I headed that
way, tripping into the big couch just in front of there when the
coffee table got in my way.

My prayers are answered
when a distraction found her way over to me. May had a couple less
buttons done on her shirt than I remembered earlier, not that I'm
complaining, and her hair is mostly down from the clip on the back of
her head. “Green,” she giggles, stumbling over and
sitting on the coffee table. The way she sits, her knees are nearly
touching mine, pressed tightly together as she leans forward on them,
her hips wiggling a little. “Did you really just beat the shit
out of Ethan?”

I smirk, remembering I
can actually drink the thing in my hand, and take a couple sips.
“Yes, I fucking did,” I grin proudly, leaning back and
letting my arms rest on the back of the couch. “Little shit had
it coming.”

“Ohhhh that's
amazing how you just got shit done,” she moans, licking
her lips. “Fuck that's amazing.”

“Yeah, it kind of
is.”

“Oh fuck why
can't more men be like youuu,” she whines, leaning to one side
a little as sleep seems to grab her for a second. “You're so
sensitive but you're such a MAN.”

Leaf kept telling me I
was drunk, but I'm not drunk. May's drunk. She's licking her lips
like she's drunk, and she's twisting her hips like she's a horny
drunk, and now she's playing with her hair like she's a drunk who
just remembered there's a clip trying to hold onto her ponytail.

“Y'know I was
really late to the party, riiight?” she sighs, blinking a few
times as she stares at the clip, which she's now got on her fingers.
“Well, I got this damn letter today, riiiight? And it's from
Hoenn. And they want me to come do Pokeathlon stuff there, which is
amazing, because it's like someone took the cool parts of battles and
contests and they just smashed em all up together, riiiight?”

She's giggling now, and
I think she's trying to stand up or something, because she keeps
pushing against the table with one hand. I reach over to set my drink
down and maybe help her, and she grabs my arm and squeezes hard.

“I wanna go do
it, but I know when I tell Brendan he's just going to be a fucking
bitch about it.” I'm sure he will be, but I really don't care
so I don't know why she's telling me this. The way her thumb is
rubbing my arm feels a little like something else though, and her
words start being background noise. “He's just gonna whine
about me leaving, and if I tell him to go with me he'll be all like
'No May, some of us have responsibilities' or whatever. Oh. My. God.
It'll just be sooo annoying. I don't know why he can't just man up
about it.”

I think that maybe he'd
be able to man up better if she didn't have such a death grip on his
balls. She's sounding pretty whiny herself right now, and frankly I
just want her to shut up.

She licks her lips
again, and I just stop caring, cutting her off mid-breath before she
can manage any words by shoving my lips over hers. I've got my tongue
in far enough to know she's got no tonsils by the time she finally
lets go of my arm, running her hands up my legs instead, so I grab
her by that messy hair of hers and drag her onto my lap.

She's not completely
quiet, but moaning is definitely an improvement over her talking, and
then I remember all that fight she's got in her and I grin at how
she's putting it to good use on my tongue.

It doesn't take me more
than a minute to have a hand in her shirt and for her to be rubbing
on me through her tights, and damn this is the best I've felt all
week.

That is, until Brendan
shows up.

I don't even notice him
at first, but I don't think he noticed us either until he was already
roaring an inch above our heads. May goes so stiff with shock I have
to grab her waist to keep her from falling off my lap.

They start arguing out
of nowhere, seemingly oblivious to my role as May's chair, until she
starts laughing so hard she's grinding on me on accident and I moan
about it. Then I realize Brendan's looking at me, pointing at me
even, and I realize he's probably wondering why I'm snogging his
mistress.

I grinned, one hand
finding its way back to May's ass. “Look man... I just needed a
way to shut your woman up and I thought a kiss would do.”

She's struggling to
keep herself on the couch in the next instant, Brendan's hand pushing
her off my lap with ease, and in the next instant I'm on my feet but
not of my own free will.

I realize that I've
lost track of how many people I've kissed tonight as I taste yet
another tongue forcing itself against mine, and I can't find it in me
to react. Punching Brendan crosses my mind, but so does kissing him
back.

I probably am drunk,
but not as drunk as him. Maybe.

Brendan's grip on my
collar is definitely not that of a pussy though, and I'm kind of
regretting how much shit I've been giving him all day. Which I can
only imagine is the whole point, unless he's suddenly sick of women.

Ironically, the first
thing May says as soon as my ass lands on the couch again is, “My
god Brendan, you really are a bitch!”

No, no he's not, I feel
like telling her. She kisses like a bitch. Brendan kisses like Red
does after a good battle. Brendan's not a bitch. Though he is talking
like one, I'll give May that much. Not enough of one to warrant the
way she just hit the floor laughing.

Brendan clearly agrees
from the way his fist comes at my face. I sink into the couch with
reflexes far beyond my sobriety level as his arm flies by and slams
into one of Lance's damned dragonair statues. Goddamn the boy has
huge hands, and I never noticed it before. His dad's pretty huge
though, so I shouldn't be too surprised. I still am, though, shaking
somewhat as I stare at the now deformed bronze statue to my left.
“Holy shit...”

He doesn't even flinch.
My own hand and ears hurt just from that impact but Brendan doesn't
even seem to notice. He looks at me like he's just waiting for me to
talk again, and for the first time all night I'm speechless, and
motionless aside from one hand instinctively sliding to protect my
nuts. My boner doesn't have a clue how to respond either; that kiss
was fucking amazing and even more terrifying, and I get off on
adrenaline anyway. Mt Silver does that to you. So my hand is
protecting it and my nuts because if Brendan's anything like me he'll
be punting me there any second now.

May stutters to life
from the floor, and I realize the noise I've been hearing behind the
ringing of my ears is called silence, in the absence of her
hysterical laughter. She stutters his name in a way that just
confuses my crotch more and I have to bite back a groan as I try
really hard not to look at her.

“Shhhaddup
sssssslut!” he hisses at her, and I burrow further into the
cushions, not sure if I should dare try to leave or not. She gets
about halfway to her feet before she's on her knees again, and I
chance scooting a little closer to the edge of the couch, certain
that one way or another I won't want to be here within the next two
minutes. I feel sober enough suddenly to know how drunk I've been up
till now, and I quietly grab my drink, freezing in place again when
Brendan glares at me for a moment. I press the drink to my forehead
to avoid his gaze, and in hopes the cold will help the sudden
headache bearing down on me.

As I watch he drags her
to her feet and chucks her over his shoulder with less effort than it
took him to pick me up a moment ago. Brendan is crazy, I decide, like
one of those drunken boxers or something. I make a mental note to
avoid pissing him off, and chance looking up at him again.

He stops in his tracks,
like he can feel my eyes on him, and snarls a death threat. Any trace
of that boner is definitely gone, and I think my nuts are trying to
hide too, after seeing the blood in that man's eyes. Then he carries
her off over one shoulder, spanking her ass along the way, and given
how he's taking the shortest path toward the ballroom's exit, there's
no question of his intentions.

May is a lucky
bitch.

I finally exhale once
the door slams behind them, sliding so low on the couch that my ass
is scarcely on it. I should stand up, once I start breathing right
again.

Now that I don't have a
boner anymore, I realize I haven't taken a leak all night and that I
really need to. I drop what's left of my drink on the table and
stagger to my feet in search of a bathroom, preferably one I don't
have to pass anyone else to get to. The adrenaline's still in my
system a bit, and it's giving me the sincere sensation I've been a
dick all night and I really don't want to see anyone until I'm sure
how much of one.

Damn't, I wanted
tonight to be good, to make up for how much tomorrow's gonna suck.
Not be an appetizer.

Sure enough, when I get
out of the bathroom, Red's waiting there for me. I didn't see him on
the way there, but that doesn't mean a whole lot with Red. He could
find me still if I moved to the Millennium Comet, and he'd beat me to
it some how.

I should ask him one of
these days why, if he knows what I'm gonna do before I do it, he
still lets me do it.

There's a palm across
my face as I stare at him and I wince. It wasn't his, Red doesn't
slap. He very seldom does anything violent, really. I look down and
Leaf is there, holding her fist like she's thinking about punching me
too.

Then she's crying, and
I really feel like an ass. Except she never cries, so it's this
stiff-faced, glaring cry where the tears just stream down her face,
and she still looks beautiful even like that, but if I kiss her now
she'll just get madder. I feel like asking if they saw me with May is
stupid but I can't imagine this is just because I gave Ethan what he
had coming.

Red takes a step
forward and he has that look on his face. I'm not going to be walking
right for the rest of the year. I try to apologize, but I never
apologize for anything, and there's no point in it at this stage
anyway.

So I just hug them
both, because what else can I do? As far as they're concerned, I
fucked up.

No, they're right. I
fucked up.

I find a space between
Leaf's crying face and Red's stern one, and say the last three words
that ever come out of my mouth in public, but I mean them more now
than ever before. The way their arms tighten around me tells me they
know I mean it.

“I'm sorry,
guys.”

Leaf asks if we can go
home, and Red just nods, and they both feel so small in my arms but
it's over now and I've got to figure out how to make it up to Yellow,
too.
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