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Sex On The Beach
“How do I look?”
Jake emerged from the changing room in a sparkling gold tuxedo. He struck a pose as Milo, sitting in a red chair, rolled his eyes.
“I’m not buying you that.”
“Really?” he asked sadly. “I thought it would look spiffy for when I come to Contests with you.”
“Absolutely not,” Milo said. “You look like a gay Christmas decoration.”
Jake went back inside the changing room, pulling the curtain across sadly. They were in a very stuffy boutique which Milo was not fond of. In the Riverside Shopping District, Milo and Jake had spent their afternoon going from store to store, and Milo had already bought a lot of new clothes. Looking in the bags he had already amassed, he found his new indigo jeans, some customised trainers and an aquamarine polo shirt.
“I think we should head to a different store,” Jake admitted, getting his clothes on. He had a couple of bags with him too, and it was all thanks to Milo’s credit card.
They left the store and arrived outside on the cool afternoon. All around them were cute cafes and high-end stores, with the street paved with lemon coloured brickwork. It made Riverside Shopping District seem charming and innocent.
“Medicham,” Milo said, releasing the Pokemon from her ball. “Can you teleport these to our suite?”
Medicham nodded, waving her hands and causing the bags to rise up into the air. Jake had already bought a new shirt and some grey pinstripe trousers. In a flash, the bags disappeared.
“Nice work,” Milo replied. Medicham looked quite smug, perhaps still gloating over hurting Scyther earlier in the day. “I might get a new watch, you know. There’s a good place up here.”
They were in the West-most part of the city, near the impressive Radio Tower. Before they went to Tickers, the watch shop, Milo and Jake went to a little café to get a coffee. Walking around the city was exhausting, especially given that the sun was still out.
“What do you want to drink?” Milo said.
“Okay,” Jake mused, staring at the board. “I’ll have a double-soy chai tea with a shot of mint syrup.”
“…how normal,” Milo muttered.
“Welcome! May I take your order?” a girl asked.
“Sure,” Milo said. “Right, I’m just going to have a black coffee. To take away.”
“What size?”
“Oh. Medium?”
“No, no, you need to say a size on the board,” she explained. “Tallistic, Grandarino or Massivimatastic.”
“Grandarino?” Milo said, sounding apprehensive.
“Excellent,” the girl said, tapping away into the computer.
“Whoa!” came a voice. “Hold on! You guys totally pushed in!”
Milo turned to see a boisterous guy of his age standing behind him. He had a shaved head with two bolts in his left eyebrow, and if it weren’t for his effeminate voice he would seem threatening.
“Whatever dude,” Milo said, ignoring him. “Okay, and my other drink is a double-mint…Taiwan-blend…oh god…Jake, what was it?”
“A double-soy chai tea with a shot of mint syrup,” Jake replied. “I’ll have it Massivimatastic please.”
“I am SO not settling for this!” the man behind them snapped. Milo turned and walked to the guy, who was around his age. His eyes widened as Milo squared up to him, chests almost touching.
“Looks like you’re going to have to,” he said sternly. “Deal with it.”
Milo paid the woman and took his two drinks, noticing how curiously heavy Jake’s was. Jake took a sip and gave a sigh of relief. They left the coffee shop and headed back out onto the square. There were a few Wingull flying in the skies, scrounging for food. A Pellipper led them.
“That guy was a complete wanker,” Milo said, taking a drink.
“I think we did push in,” Jake said quietly.
“Who does he think he is?” Milo said. “Trying to spook me out with his leather jacket and eyebrow piercing. Douche.”
Moments later, his coffee floated out of his hand. Milo had no time to react as the top came off and the coffee was hurled at his face. Screaming to the skies, Milo fell to his knees as scalding hot coffee stung his face. Jake span around to see the boy from the coffee queue standing with a Venonat.
“What the hell did you do that for?” Jake said, noticing the bug’s eyes were glowing.
“He broke the rules,” he replied.
“Milo are you ok?” Jake asked.
“Medicham,” Milo gasped. “Kill that fucker.”
Medicham nodded as she held her hands out. Flames burst upon her palms; she clenched her fists tightly, allowing the fire to spread across her fingers. She raced at the man and his Venonat, fists blazing as flames wrapped around her wrists. Venonat chirped in an irritating pitch, shaking its messy purple fur and releasing a cloud of spores into the air.
Medicham gave a gasp as she staggered into their path. Stumbling to the side groggily, she seemed overcome by sleep, barely able to sustain the flames in her palms.
“Venonat, use signal beam,” the trainer said. Venonat opened its little mouth and a bright, sparkling beam shot through the air, cycling through red and green as it smashed into Medicham’s thin frame. Hurled through the air, she slammed into the earth and rolled along to her trainer’s side, who was still screaming in agony, eyes screwed shut.
“Paras!” Jake yelled, sending his new capture out. “Use Aromatherapy!”
Paras nodded, sprinkling a fine powder through the streets. Medicham crawled along to it, drowsy from Venonat’s spores, but with a couple of deep breaths she got to her feet again, invigorated. Her fists brimmed with flames once more and she stared coldly at the trainer and Venonat.
“Totodile,” Milo gasped, fumbling for the Pokeball next to his left hip. “Help me out buddy.”
Totodile leapt from his ball and sprayed a light splash of water on Milo’s face, cooling him off and cleaning him up. Milo scratched the little alligator along one of his ridges and got to his feet, facing the trainer opposite him.
“So you think its funny to scald people?” he shouted. “Huh?”
“I didn’t find it funny, no,” he replied. “But it served the purpose of teaching you a lesson.”
“What’s your name?” Milo asked.
“Christian Dior,” he rasped.
“You have the same name as a French designer?” Jake asked.
“I changed it a year ago by deed poll,” Dior replied coolly. Jake looked impressed, which irritated Milo.
“Well I don’t much like the way you play, Dior,” Milo replied. “Medicham sit this one out. Your not strong against bugs.”
He looked down at Totodile.
“Go in for a slash.”
Totodile nodded and raced along the arena, claws sparkling. Venonat watched stiffly as Totodile got closer. Jake noticed that a number of onlookers had gathered. As Totodile leapt to strike, Venonat’s eyes glowed for a mere second; as if an invisible balloon was inflating between them, Totodile was repelled by the attack and flew back through the air.
“Totodile!” Milo said. “Water gun!”
Blasting the attack at the ground Totodile flipped back through the air with control.
“Ice beam!”
Opening his jaws, Totodile blasted an intense beam of ice through the air. Venonat leapt out of the way awkwardly, causing the beam to glaze over some of the bricks paved into the street. The big bug was not fast, and judging by its use of psychic to repel Totodile, its telekinesis was not strong either.
“Are we making this a battle?” Dior asked, getting out a citrus-coloured Pokeball. “Venonat, baby-doll, get back.”
Milo narrowed his eyes as Venonat disappeared. Dior twirled the ball on his finger and slipped it away. He pulled out an Ultra Ball; black and yellow, and gripped it confidently as he looked down at Totodile. Medicham, Jake and Paras watched.
“I never use Venonat for big battles,” explained Dior. “He’s my star contest Pokemon, and I’d hate his fuzzy fur to get ruined before the Goldenrod Contest.
“Bayleef!”
The ball flew through the air and bust open; materialising from the yellow flash was the large creature with a wreath of leaves and spices growing from the base of its neck. Despite having warm, amber eyes, Milo detected an aggressiveness in the Pokemon. Bayleef’s big leaf on its head drooped down its face like a hairstyle.
“Come on dude,” Milo said to Totodile, who sniffed the enticing, spicy scent Bayleef released. “Ice beam.”
The pearly orb grew in Totodile’s mouth rapidly; Milo remembered teaching the technique to Totodile in Ecruteak City. From it, a beam was blasted across the shopping quadrant, but Bayleef released two thick tendrils from seeds around its neck. They wrapped around a lamppost nearby and, once secured, Bayleef leapt back wildly, extending the vines and sailing into the air as if she were abseiling. The ice beam glazed across the street and Bayleef pulled herself back in, flying towards Totodile at an impressive speed.
“Headbutt!”
Vines whipping back around her neck, Bayleef was no longer anchored to the street and tackled Totodile, causing him to fly back. He landed awkwardly, giving a soft cry of angst as he hit the ground. Milo looked to see Bayleef swing her head around and send a flurry of razor-sharp leaves sweeping through the air like shuriken.
“Think of them as juggling balls!” Milo said. “Chomp! Slash! Whip!”
Totodile raced through the air and leapt towards one of the thick leaves, sinking his teeth in as they sparkled with ice crystals. The leaf turned a cool blue as ice spread inside it, and soon shattered. Totodile blasted a water gun at the ground and evaded another leaf, turning and slashing one apart that was heading right for him. As he crouched from the fall, Totodile looked up to see Bayleef sending another flurry. Tail glowing softly, Totodile whipped it around and shredded the next oncoming leaf.
“HEY!” came a gruff voice. Milo looked to see sirens flashing and a police motorbike speeding through the streets.
“Fuck,” Dior said. There were rules against Pokemon Battles in non-designated areas, and being an upmarket shopping district, this had clearly aroused the authorities. Milo grabbed the glittery Pokeball and recalled Totodile, while Jake clutched Paras.
“Get us out of here!” Milo said to Medicham, who placed a hand on his shoulder. She did the same to Jake. Milo saw his opponent tear down an alleyway as he was whipped away from the scene in a bright flash.
*
Milo felt his feet float momentarily before he slammed back into the ground and opened his eyes. Medicham was helping Jake up. They were in a narrow alleyway, but Milo could still hear sirens and was worried Medicham hadn’t taken them far. He walked along to the edge of the alley, where he could see a number of police cars pulled up around a café.
“We’re by the Hotel,” Milo said, noticing the familiar buildings of the Business District.
“What are the police doing here?” Jake said, clutching Paras. Milo led the way out the alley and approached the scene. A woman was standing amid police officers, wearing thick red glasses and pacing around uncomfortably. Milo recognised her from earlier in the day; she had been at this very café with a Porygon.
“I don’t understand!” she cried. “I quickly went back inside the café to order a fruit scone and once I came back the Porygon was not here!”
“What ID is the Porygon registered under, ma’am?” asked an officer.
“It’s on loan from Aidendale Inc,” she explained. “I was just doing some work outside of work. We have such big deadlines it’s been awful.”
“It’s like what Jonty Ink said in The Loft,” Jake said. “Thefts!”
“This is just typical Goldenrod,” Milo replied darkly. “This can’t be related to the coordinating ring. Who would use a Porygon in a contest? They don’t have emotions.”
Milo looked to see Jonty Ink lurking on the scene. He had a Dictaphone held out and stood behind a large woman. It was easy to see he wanted to remain inconspicuous, so Milo decided not to bother him. They decided to leave the scene and instead head to Goldwicks, the luxurious department store.
*
“Milo I’m bored.”
Jake sat haughtily on a chair as Milo walked around the lingerie section of Goldwicks, the huge department store in South-East Goldenrod. An attractive sales woman walked over to Milo, who wore a confused face.
“Can I help you?” she asked. Milo turned to look at her heart-shaped face.
“Oh,” he said. “No, no that’s okay. I’m just looking for lingerie for my girlfriend.”
“Well,” the lady said. “Let me know if you need anything.”
“I will,” Milo said, smiling.
“You don’t have a girlfriend,” Jake said, once the lady had gone to a different area of the store.
“This is great for meeting women,” Milo explained. “If I bump into this girl when I’m out tonight, I’ll just explain my girlfriend and I fell out. Then I buy her a drink, charm her…simple.”
“Slag,” Jake muttered. They walked through the large store, across many of the eleven different floors and past different departments. Milo was tempted to buy a Metal Coat for his Scyther, which would induce its evolution, but he felt that it would be more beneficial to his Pokemon if he trained it up more. On the styling floor, Jake bought an odd assortment of chemicals and bleaches, which he planned on using with his Paras spores to create some styling products of his own.
“You’re mental,” Milo muttered. He turned to get off the escalator and bumped into a girl. “Oh! Sorry.”
“That’s fine,” she said. Milo looked to see that it was no other that Whitney. She had her pink hair roughly spiked today, with a white zip-up top and skimpy white shorts. She wore a Plain Badge on her chest. She looked shocked to see Milo, stammering slightly.
“Hi Whitney!” Jake cried. “Umm my name’s Jake, and I think you’re amazing in Exposé. It’s one of the most amazing serial drama’s on TV. Can I have your autograph?”
“I - Wh - Sure,” Whitney said awkwardly, smiling. “I’m glad you watch the show.”
Jake pulled out a slip of card (it was actually given to him on the floor below, sprayed with Goldwick’s new fragrance) and Whitney pulled out a pen. She kept her eyes locked on it as she scribbled her name.
“So how have you been, Milo?” she asked casually.
“Very happy,” Milo replied stiffly.
“Of course you have,” she said, handing the autograph to Jake. “Thanks honey.”
“I-I saw you in The Loft yesterday,” Milo stammered.
“Good for you,” she said, smiling. “Come on, Milo.”
“What?” he asked.
“I was talking to my Pokemon,” Whitney replied dryly. Milo looked to see an old, miserable looking Spinda waddling along after his trainer. He stumbled into a display case.
“You named your Spinda after me?!” Milo asked. “Yea? Well I named my Gloom after you!”
“I bet you don’t even own a Gloom,” Whitney replied. “Oh, and by the way. I’m seeing someone now.”
She walked off through the store, Spinda staggering behind. Milo stood still for a moment, before Jake reminded him that they were going to the Men’s section to find some new clothes for tonight.
“You ok?” Jake asked.
“Yea, yea,” Milo said, as they browsed. “She looked absolutely…beautiful.”
“She’s cute,” Jake said, picking out a tie. “How long did you date?”
“Two years,” Milo replied. “She came with me during parts of my league journey. Mum and Dad were even close to building an extension onto the house back home, for her…”
“Wow,” Jake said.
“We were close,” Milo sighed.
“Does it bother you that she’s seeing someone else?” Jake asked.
“No,” Milo replied. “Probably some big football player whose better endowed than me.”
“That’s what we’re all holding out for,” Jake agreed. Milo paused suddenly.
“Shut up Jake!”
“What?” he said, laughing. “Just saying…”
“You big gay,” Milo teased. “No bringing guys back to our Suite tonight Jakey, ok?”
“Can I go back to theirs?” Jake asked.
“I’m not your Dad; do what you like,” Milo said. “Now we’re going to The Cloyster Club tonight; it’s a very big, glitzy nightclub. So we need to dress right.”
“Cool,” Jake said.
“Now I think about it, quite a lot of footballers go there,” Milo said. “Mary Moore is the DJ.”
“Is that DJ Mary?” Jake asked excitedly.
“Yup,” Milo replied.
“I want her autograph too!” Jake said.
Milo rolled his eyes and proceeded to look through the store. Eventually he picked out a navy suit with trousers, in a world of his own as he paid at the till. He imagined Whitney’s face when he managed to kiss hot new model Gina Gourmante; it would be priceless.
Hopefully Jake is all right. Poor Suzie. I wonder what "job" the man was doing? Stealing some pokémon maybe?
Originally Posted by shazza
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