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Yet another disturbance broke out from the entrance of the bar drawing the attention of the patrons of the facility including the large group of Jake's friends.

"What? All I said was that she had a 7 out of 10 in firmness on her ass," A sly looking Golduck ducked away from a Lopunny waitress that had just so happened to cross his path.

Not two seconds later did an Azumarill jump up to pimp slap the crazy water-type with an Iron Tail, "Yeah, after you just so happened to slap her on the butt." She dragged the now unconscious Golduck away. "Sorry about my deadbeat of a cousin."

Knowing just who could be the 'proud' owner of the pervy Golduck, Jake immediately got up to catch sight of the trainer in the entranceway.

"Kenny, over here!"

The self-proclaimed 'human pokedex' caught the invitation and waved back before guiding a familiar group of pokemon at his side to the other two groups in the back. Having noticed that their table would be severely insufficient to seat all the newcomers (not to mention that it had already become horribly cramped with the first two groups. Stephon, Jake, and their pokemon worked together to bring a couple more tables around to their booth now easily accommodating newcomers and all.

"Kenny, my man," Jake came around the surrounding tables to greet the pokemon trainer/ scientist, "How's it going?"

"Hi Jake! Hi Stephon, didn't think I'd see you two here."

"We could say the same thing. Aren't you still underage?" Jake asked as he looked over the trainer.

Ken held his hands defensively, "Oh yes, but my pokemon are the ones that drink. I'm just here to accompany them, and catch up on some notes, don't mind me."

Stephon and Jake sputtered and laughed at their friend for such a statement further embarrassing the young trainer into an angry flush.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Jake spoke up coming to Ken's defense, "though lighten up man, have a little break. And don't worry, we'll warn the bartender to get you nothing stronger than a sarsaparilla."

Jake and Stephon busted out laughing again at the joke, Ken on the other hand merely added an eyeroll to the exchange until the two other trainers calmed down. In the meantime, Ken's cluster of pokemon had already spread out among the bar to see their friends among the other groups. Neku and Mia sat at the now mismatch of tables with a couple of other pokemon, talking about their lives over glasses of ((Budweiser)). Confusha, who had awoken from his head trauma induced mini-coma, was busy working up his strategy on how to get the Lopunny waitress into a quickie in the bar's restroom. Vulcan was already in the middle of a few drinking contests that he personally started in the center of the bar and winning in quite the landslide against all who opposed him. Finally, May and Titan had joined in the game of Darts with some others on the far side of the bar.

After the waitress had come for another round of orders, Ken decided that he might as well join in the fun (as much as he could) and kept his notes stashed away in his knapsack to talk to the others.

"Hey Stephon," Ken started out, "I heard you were headin to Kanto for a charity tour?"

Stephon put his glass of Durineken down, "Hell yea, Roxanne, you know Roxanne Beck, asked me if I could do her this favor after I finish next week's photography session in Sunyshore City."

"Awesome!"

"How bout you man. What's the big wig doin' nowadays."

Just then, a loud round of cheering sprang up from the center of the bar.

"This piss ain't worth its weight in gold! Come on wench; bring out the real fire water!" Vulcan yelled over another passed out drunkard that played victim to his game of intoxication.

Ken sighed, "At the moment, hoping I don't end up getting kicked out of the bar."

"Who's next?!"

"But seriously, I got an experiment going with professor Juniper, Oak, and Elm to study the migration patterns of pokemon from one region to the others. Have you ever noticed that the Kanto region had only had up to 150 different species of pokemon specimens in its region up until 25 years ago when Jhoto's region began having fluctuations in its population from Kanto?"

"Wait, Kenny, you lost me at around 'migration patterns'," Jake returned his attention back to the scientist while Stephon found a much more interesting conversationalist in one of the waitresses, "can ya lay that back to me again?"

"I'm serious! It's like the regions were completely cut off from each other up until a couple decades ago by some unknown force."

"I don't know Kenny, sounds like normal regional migration to me. Sure you're not overthinking it?"

Ken rolled his eyes once for the persisting nickname that Jake had started for him, and once again for the lack of an intellectual to talk to. Sometimes, he wished that could just forget the days troubles in a drink; sometimes. But alas, such thoughts would only lead down a dark path with that he so seldomly wished to travel. Though backing away from the depressing thoughts, Ken at least decided not to bring up his work for the moment and talk to his half drunken friends about trivial life at his ranch.

"…"

"…"

"…Well?"

"I'm doing this."

"Come on," Haze cooed, "A bet is a bet."

"That was before you cheated."

Haze smiled innocently, "Cheated? Me? I don't know what you're talking about." She scooted closer to the awkwardly shifting Gallade til they were nearing touching. "How about we go somewhere a little more private then, would that make you more comfortable?" Somewhere in the background someone could be heard yelling 'GIGGITY!'

Dagger glared and finally resolved to push the alcoholic beverage before him away. "I don't care, I'm not drinking that."

Haze pouted, "Oh come on, you promised." She scooted the last inch between them and slipped an arm around his. She laid her head on his shoulder chastising him on his habit of breaking a promise.

"You're drunk," Dagger said as he shook himself free of the Blaziken.

Haze stuck her tongue out, "I think that's why we came to the bar in the first place." Suddenly, a certain Golduck came and draped a lazy arm over the Blaziken's shoulder and took a swig from a bottle of (Jack Daniel's).

"Yeah buddy, if you ain't gonna show your girl a good time. I'll do it for ya." The short quip was immediately answered by a vicious uppercut to Confusha's jaw.

Haze flexed her claws, checking her knuckles before glaring at the Golduck, "Don't think I'm drunk enough to not remember you, duck."

Confusha stayed down as he rethought his approach; maybe next time.

Another hour passed as the three groups reminisced in their adventures since their last get together and drank some more. Soon the night was wearing down and many teetering and intoxicated pokemon and humans decided to call it quits.

"Oi, ya bunch of gutless Remoraid! I 'aven't even had me fill!" Vulcan yelled as he saw the rest of his group getting ready to leave.

"Vulcan, come on," Ken called, "You've got more than enough rum back home."

"Aye, but tis not the same in the company of friends." Ken round his eyes and beckoned the alcoholic pokemon to the bar exit again. The rest of his team followed suit each bidding a farewell to their friends. That is, all except one Golduck that was nowhere to be found. A quick search party was assembled and the hunt was on. The endeavor was short lived though as a scream and the sound of a resounding smack was heard from the kitchen area. Mia immediately marched straight up to the swinging door that led to the kitchen and disappeared past it with a scowl on her face. Two seconds later there was another resounding smack, followed by what sounded like a frying pan hitting some unfortunate soul. Mia returned triumphantly dragging her delirious cousin behind her by the tail.

With his final breath of consciousness, Confusha leaned up with a smile on his face, "Totally worth it."

"I say it's bout time I head out too," Stephon said, seeing that half his pokemon were in some state of intoxication including himself, "See ya 'round Jake." Jake gave Stephon a nod of farewell and decided he should gather up his group to head home himself.

"Dagger, you're designated driver!"

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Yet another disturbance broke out from the entrance of the bar drawing the attention of the patrons of the facility including the large group of Jake's friends.

"What? All I said was that she had a 7 out of 10 in firmness on her ass," A sly looking Golduck ducked away from a Lopunny waitress that had just so happened to cross his path.

Not two seconds later did an Azumarill jump up to pimp slap the crazy water-type with an Iron Tail, "Yeah, after you just so happened to slap her on the butt." She dragged the now unconscious Golduck away. "Sorry about my deadbeat of a cousin."

Knowing just who could be the 'proud' owner of the pervy Golduck, Jake immediately got up to catch sight of the trainer in the entranceway.

"Kenny, over here!"

The self-proclaimed 'human pokedex' caught the invitation and waved back before guiding a familiar group of pokemon at his side to the other two groups in the back. Having noticed that their table would be severely insufficient to seat all the newcomers (not to mention that it had already become horribly cramped with the first two groups. Stephon, Jake, and their pokemon worked together to bring a couple more tables around to their booth now easily accommodating newcomers and all.

"Kenny, my man," Jake came around the surrounding tables to greet the pokemon trainer/ scientist, "How's it going?"

"Hi Jake! Hi Stephon, didn't think I'd see you two here."

"We could say the same thing. Aren't you still underage?" Jake asked as he looked over the trainer.

Ken held his hands defensively, "Oh yes, but my pokemon are the ones that drink. I'm just here to accompany them, and catch up on some notes, don't mind me."

Stephon and Jake sputtered and laughed at their friend for such a statement further embarrassing the young trainer into an angry flush.

"Okay, I think that's enough," Jake spoke up coming to Ken's defense, "though lighten up man, have a little break. And don't worry, we'll warn the bartender to get you nothing stronger than a sarsaparilla."

Jake and Stephon busted out laughing again at the joke, Ken on the other hand merely added an eyeroll to the exchange until the two other trainers calmed down. In the meantime, Ken's cluster of pokemon had already spread out among the bar to see their friends among the other groups. Neku and Mia sat at the now mismatch of tables with a couple of other pokemon, talking about their lives over glasses of ((Budweiser)). Confusha, who had awoken from his head trauma induced mini-coma, was busy working up his strategy on how to get the Lopunny waitress into a quickie in the bar's restroom. Vulcan was already in the middle of a few drinking contests that he personally started in the center of the bar and winning in quite the landslide against all who opposed him. Finally, May and Titan had joined in the game of Darts with some others on the far side of the bar.

After the waitress had come for another round of orders, Ken decided that he might as well join in the fun (as much as he could) and kept his notes stashed away in his knapsack to talk to the others.

"Hey Stephon," Ken started out, "I heard you were headin to Kanto for a charity tour?"

Stephon put his glass of Durineken down, "Hell yea, Roxanne, you know Roxanne Beck, asked me if I could do her this favor after I finish next week's photography session in Sunyshore City."

"Awesome!"

"How bout you man. What's the big wig doin' nowadays."

Just then, a loud round of cheering sprang up from the center of the bar.

"This piss ain't worth its weight in gold! Come on wench; bring out the real fire water!" Vulcan yelled over another passed out drunkard that played victim to his game of intoxication.

Ken sighed, "At the moment, hoping I don't end up getting kicked out of the bar."

"Who's next?!"

"But seriously, I got an experiment going with professor Juniper, Oak, and Elm to study the migration patterns of pokemon from one region to the others. Have you ever noticed that the Kanto region had only had up to 150 different species of pokemon specimens in its region up until 25 years ago when Jhoto's region began having fluctuations in its population from Kanto?"

"Wait, Kenny, you lost me at around 'migration patterns'," Jake returned his attention back to the scientist while Stephon found a much more interesting conversationalist in one of the waitresses, "can ya lay that back to me again?"

"I'm serious! It's like the regions were completely cut off from each other up until a couple decades ago by some unknown force."

"I don't know Kenny, sounds like normal regional migration to me. Sure you're not overthinking it?"

Ken rolled his eyes once for the persisting nickname that Jake had started for him, and once again for the lack of an intellectual to talk to. Sometimes, he wished that could just forget the days troubles in a drink; sometimes. But alas, such thoughts would only lead down a dark path with that he so seldomly wished to travel. Though backing away from the depressing thoughts, Ken at least decided not to bring up his work for the moment and talk to his half drunken friends about trivial life at his ranch.

"…"

"…"

"…Well?"

"I'm doing this."

"Come on," Haze cooed, "A bet is a bet."

"That was before you cheated."

Haze smiled innocently, "Cheated? Me? I don't know what you're talking about." She scooted closer to the awkwardly shifting Gallade til they were nearing touching. "How about we go somewhere a little more private then, would that make you more comfortable?" Somewhere in the background someone could be heard yelling 'GIGGITY!'

Dagger glared and finally resolved to push the alcoholic beverage before him away. "I don't care, I'm not drinking that."

Haze pouted, "Oh come on, you promised." She scooted the last inch between them and slipped an arm around his. She laid her head on his shoulder chastising him on his habit of breaking a promise.

"You're drunk," Dagger said as he shook himself free of the Blaziken.

Haze stuck her tongue out, "I think that's why we came to the bar in the first place." Suddenly, a certain Golduck came and draped a lazy arm over the Blaziken's shoulder and took a swig from a bottle of (Jack Daniel's).

"Yeah buddy, if you ain't gonna show your girl a good time. I'll do it for ya." The short quip was immediately answered by a vicious uppercut to Confusha's jaw.

Haze flexed her claws, checking her knuckles before glaring at the Golduck, "Don't think I'm drunk enough to not remember you, duck."

Confusha stayed down as he rethought his approach; maybe next time.

Another hour passed as the three groups reminisced in their adventures since their last get together and drank some more. Soon the night was wearing down and many teetering and intoxicated pokemon and humans decided to call it quits.

"Oi, ya bunch of gutless Remoraid! I 'aven't even had me fill!" Vulcan yelled as he saw the rest of his group getting ready to leave.

"Vulcan, come on," Ken called, "You've got more than enough rum back home."

"Aye, but tis not the same in the company of friends." Ken round his eyes and beckoned the alcoholic pokemon to the bar exit again. The rest of his team followed suit each bidding a farewell to their friends. That is, all except one Golduck that was nowhere to be found. A quick search party was assembled and the hunt was on. The endeavor was short lived though as a scream and the sound of a resounding smack was heard from the kitchen area. Mia immediately marched straight up to the swinging door that led to the kitchen and disappeared past it with a scowl on her face. Two seconds later there was another resounding smack, followed by what sounded like a frying pan hitting some unfortunate soul. Mia returned triumphantly dragging her delirious cousin behind her by the tail.

With his final breath of consciousness, Confusha leaned up with a smile on his face, "Totally worth it."

"I say it's bout time I head out too," Stephon said, seeing that half his pokemon were in some state of intoxication including himself, "See ya 'round Jake." Jake gave Stephon a nod of farewell and decided he should gather up his group to head home himself.

"Dagger, you're designated driver!"