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*Wa-bam*

"Sup' Bitches!" An overly emasculated Scrafty called out after kicking the bar door in.

Everyone in the bar merely cocked an eyebrow in the Scrafty's direction who was wearing an extra swaglooking pair of shades. It wasn't until the Scrafty's master walked in behind him that a sudden veil of silence struck the patrons within.

A moment passed, then an unbelievably high pitched squeal shattered the atmosphere, "Oh my gosh, it's Stephon!"

Indeed, world renowned trainer/ musician extraordinaire had just walked into Floraroma Town's local bar. The first fangirl's squeal was soon joined in by many others and even a few fanboys as well. Patrons were already storming the entrance hoping to even as so much as touch their musical idol. All of a sudden, the screams of delight tripled in volume as an entourage of pokemon came into the bar as well; ones that were none else but Stephon's very own pokemon a.k.a. living pokemon pop stars. Already half the bar was out of their seats snatching up autographs with anything they could produce, including a few bar napkins and in some cases, the skin of the backs and chests.

As quickly as the event started, it died down, albeit, with a little help of the bar's owner and employees shoving some of the more aggressive fanatics out the pub. The rest of the patrons fell back to their seats, content with their spoils. Stephon and his pokemon found their previous goal after scanning the pub and made their way to the extra large booth in the back where the Trainer, Jake, sat with his pokemon. Jake got up and greeted the pop star with an open arm like an old friend.

"Hey, haven't seen you in a while have we?"

Stephen returned the warm gesture, clapping his other hand over the retired PEF member's shoulder, "Ages, how's my bro hangin'?"

"Pretty good, looks like your team is doing well. How's the music biz going?"

"Aight, first off; never call it music 'biz', that way to white. Though me and the crew been keepin it tight. Just dropped a new platinum last fall."

Eh, don't forget who just got into the 'top 10 rap artists' list of the season," DeVante the Scrafty cut in.

"Aight, aight cool it, I was getting' to that."

"Damn," Jake said a little slack-jawed, "Sounds like you've got it pretty well made, pop star. By the way, what is a super star sensation like you doing at a regular ol' bar like this?"

Stephon tossed a sideways glance to nothing in particular before casually speaking, "Last bar I was at got a little…let's just say, 'rowdy'."

---Meanwhile, back at another bar---

The bartender and his employees continued to clean up the mess left behind by earlier, unexpected events. One employee finally worked up the courage to strike up a conversation after an hour of nonstop cleaning.

"So does anyone else think that this was nothing but some crazy dream or that just me?"

"Shut up Jimmy," the aggravated bartender scowled, "We all swore that we wouldn't say anything about this."

"Yeah but those shadowy monsters just came out of the walls and floors," Jimmy said, eyeing a particular table that bore distinctive claw marks, "And I think one of them came out of the kitchen sink."

"Jimmy, remember that we agreed to tell the press that it was just a bar fight that got too out of hand. At least that Stephon guy was king enough to cover the damage expenses."

---Meanwhile, back at the bar---

"Heartless still attacking our world?" Jake asked, more than a little worried, catching Stephon's hint.

Stephon thanked the waitress who took their order, "Yeah, but not many. Remember, our world's door was locked not too long ago by yours truly. Just some persistent ones that slip through a few cracks, 'nuff 'bout that though; what you been up to?"

Another hour passed as both trainers and their pokemon enjoyed the night, everyone reaching a certain level of tipsiness to make the night even more enjoyable. One particular pair of Dewotts have been caught up in their own world, Taichi and Rachael sharing a brew or two while Jake warned Rachael that this was a one night occasion that she could have a fair share. Another warning look went to the male Dewott that said 'no funny business'. A few pokemon from each team had struck up a game of Darts across the bar. Of course, Dagger, being the only fully sober one was clearly winning the game.

"Alright tall, dark, and emo," Haze sing-songed, "New game, losing team each downs an Enigma Blaster shot. Who else is up for it?"

Dagger raised an eyebrow, "I think you're forgetting who's the designated driver."

"Sounds like someone is scared to lose against the better team," Marcus the Swampert spoke up.

Everyone else 'ohh'd' calling the Gallade out.

"Fine, but don't be too surprised when this is over."

On the otherside of the bar, back at the booth, another round of roaring laughter distilled the air.

"And that's not the best part," trey the Infernape chuckled, "Hope decided that in order to get the stain out, he shaved off part of his tail. Ain't that right, Hope?"

"Shut up Trey," Hope the Lucario drunkenly glared at his friend, "Or I'll tell them about the time the tabloids convinced your fans that you were gay."

Everyone who had been taking a swig inadvertently choked as they tried to laugh at the same time. Trey looked like he had a particularly brutal murder in mind for his 'friend'. That is, until another disturbance at the bar entrance caught their attention.

Description
*Wa-bam*

"Sup' Bitches!" An overly emasculated Scrafty called out after kicking the bar door in.

Everyone in the bar merely cocked an eyebrow in the Scrafty's direction who was wearing an extra swaglooking pair of shades. It wasn't until the Scrafty's master walked in behind him that a sudden veil of silence struck the patrons within.

A moment passed, then an unbelievably high pitched squeal shattered the atmosphere, "Oh my gosh, it's Stephon!"

Indeed, world renowned trainer/ musician extraordinaire had just walked into Floraroma Town's local bar. The first fangirl's squeal was soon joined in by many others and even a few fanboys as well. Patrons were already storming the entrance hoping to even as so much as touch their musical idol. All of a sudden, the screams of delight tripled in volume as an entourage of pokemon came into the bar as well; ones that were none else but Stephon's very own pokemon a.k.a. living pokemon pop stars. Already half the bar was out of their seats snatching up autographs with anything they could produce, including a few bar napkins and in some cases, the skin of the backs and chests.

As quickly as the event started, it died down, albeit, with a little help of the bar's owner and employees shoving some of the more aggressive fanatics out the pub. The rest of the patrons fell back to their seats, content with their spoils. Stephon and his pokemon found their previous goal after scanning the pub and made their way to the extra large booth in the back where the Trainer, Jake, sat with his pokemon. Jake got up and greeted the pop star with an open arm like an old friend.

"Hey, haven't seen you in a while have we?"

Stephen returned the warm gesture, clapping his other hand over the retired PEF member's shoulder, "Ages, how's my bro hangin'?"

"Pretty good, looks like your team is doing well. How's the music biz going?"

"Aight, first off; never call it music 'biz', that way to white. Though me and the crew been keepin it tight. Just dropped a new platinum last fall."

Eh, don't forget who just got into the 'top 10 rap artists' list of the season," DeVante the Scrafty cut in.

"Aight, aight cool it, I was getting' to that."

"Damn," Jake said a little slack-jawed, "Sounds like you've got it pretty well made, pop star. By the way, what is a super star sensation like you doing at a regular ol' bar like this?"

Stephon tossed a sideways glance to nothing in particular before casually speaking, "Last bar I was at got a little…let's just say, 'rowdy'."

---Meanwhile, back at another bar---

The bartender and his employees continued to clean up the mess left behind by earlier, unexpected events. One employee finally worked up the courage to strike up a conversation after an hour of nonstop cleaning.

"So does anyone else think that this was nothing but some crazy dream or that just me?"

"Shut up Jimmy," the aggravated bartender scowled, "We all swore that we wouldn't say anything about this."

"Yeah but those shadowy monsters just came out of the walls and floors," Jimmy said, eyeing a particular table that bore distinctive claw marks, "And I think one of them came out of the kitchen sink."

"Jimmy, remember that we agreed to tell the press that it was just a bar fight that got too out of hand. At least that Stephon guy was king enough to cover the damage expenses."

---Meanwhile, back at the bar---

"Heartless still attacking our world?" Jake asked, more than a little worried, catching Stephon's hint.

Stephon thanked the waitress who took their order, "Yeah, but not many. Remember, our world's door was locked not too long ago by yours truly. Just some persistent ones that slip through a few cracks, 'nuff 'bout that though; what you been up to?"

Another hour passed as both trainers and their pokemon enjoyed the night, everyone reaching a certain level of tipsiness to make the night even more enjoyable. One particular pair of Dewotts have been caught up in their own world, Taichi and Rachael sharing a brew or two while Jake warned Rachael that this was a one night occasion that she could have a fair share. Another warning look went to the male Dewott that said 'no funny business'. A few pokemon from each team had struck up a game of Darts across the bar. Of course, Dagger, being the only fully sober one was clearly winning the game.

"Alright tall, dark, and emo," Haze sing-songed, "New game, losing team each downs an Enigma Blaster shot. Who else is up for it?"

Dagger raised an eyebrow, "I think you're forgetting who's the designated driver."

"Sounds like someone is scared to lose against the better team," Marcus the Swampert spoke up.

Everyone else 'ohh'd' calling the Gallade out.

"Fine, but don't be too surprised when this is over."

On the otherside of the bar, back at the booth, another round of roaring laughter distilled the air.

"And that's not the best part," trey the Infernape chuckled, "Hope decided that in order to get the stain out, he shaved off part of his tail. Ain't that right, Hope?"

"Shut up Trey," Hope the Lucario drunkenly glared at his friend, "Or I'll tell them about the time the tabloids convinced your fans that you were gay."

Everyone who had been taking a swig inadvertently choked as they tried to laugh at the same time. Trey looked like he had a particularly brutal murder in mind for his 'friend'. That is, until another disturbance at the bar entrance caught their attention.