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"Watch where yer goin', bumpkin." 

"Stunk!" 

The pair turned their heads toward the pretty-faced trainer - with the dark-haired coordinator casting the female an irritated scowl and her furry companion nodding in agreement to his mistress's choice words. After all, she happened to drop her recently-purchased can of soda because of the rough bump. The contents now spilled and splattered upon the cement at their very feet. Andrea's now empty hand clutched itself into a fist as she spat. Her Stunky, who was clinging onto her thin shoulder, looked on curiously as his owner's face darkened. 

"How 'bout ya hurry up and get the fuck out of my face," she sneered. 

With a disdainful snort, she proceeded to turn away, having no intention of lingering longer than she had to. Andrea intended to purchase yet another beverage - seeing as the bumbling girl had caused the loss of her original bubbly mixture.

"Fuckin' hicks, man. Act like they don't know where they're goin'," she muttered, stuffing her hands into her trouser pockets.   

Andrea paused - and then she snickered. She turned to face the riled country mouse, her sharp features twisting to form a look of amusement. 

"Apologize, huh?" 

A plethora of emotion swirled within the confines of her mind, anger feeding into her malicious needs. Oh, how she wanted to knock that shitty look off the trainer's pretty face. The coordinator had no intention of striking her, though. It'd be an absolute waste to bruise up those beautiful features. 

"Like that fire in ya, baby," she crooned. 

Approaching the woman, her posture oozed with dominance as she addressed the hick. 

"Ya know? I heard a shitton 'bout you farm girl types." 

She circled her, gaze wandering in an aimless fashion. A pity she was wearing that shapeless hoodie. 

"Tend ta sleep around, I heard," she drawled. "How many times have ya tossed and rolled in that there hay back at home, pretty girl?" 

Andrea mimicked her accent, resisting the urge to break down into giggles. 

Snickering, Andrea replied without missin' a beat. 

"Nah, that's too cheap, pretty mouse. When yer workin' the streets for a bit of extra cash ya gotta start much higher than that. Ya got me?" 

She moved until they were fully facing one another, and proceeded to lean forward, her breath smelling strongly of strawberry soda. The coordinator's tongue flickered out to lick at her own thin lips as she remained silent for a brief period of time before flashing yet another toothy grin. 

"But fer ya? I'd offer a discount." 

Bouncing away playfully, Andrea removed her Stunky from her shoulder and settled it within her arms. She gingerly petted the poison-type's fur, the creature responding positively to the attention as his eyes slid shut and he released a rough noise of delight. 

"So, what do ya say, baby? Wanna have a go?" 

Andrea gestured to the unoccupied section of cement cut out for Pokemon Battles. 

"Two on two. Or one on one, dependin' on what ya got fer a team." 

"Sweet, babe. I'm lookin' forward to this," Andrea replied, winking playfully. 

She gave her Skunky a reassuring pat before returning him to his capsule. For this particular battle, she wouldn't be using the adorable fluff. Instead, she would be wielding her preferred battler. After tucking the poison-type's capsule away, she produced her starter instead. Andrea was eager to introduce him to battle, and it was likely he was just as prepped for anything to come. 

"Java!" 

Once the trigger mechanism was released, the Froakie appeared in a flash, croaking out excitedly. Clapping his small paws together, the water-type preformed a little jig as he twirled elegantly on one foot paw. Andrea joined him, their movements synchronized and coming to an abrupt end as they gestured toward their foe. Once both parties were raring to go they uttered their united battle cry. 

"Let's rock!"

"Froak-ie!"  

"Cute Pokemon," Andrea sneered. 

"Froak," Java crooned. 

"Guess I'll be the one startin'," she said, snapping her fingers. "Give 'em an Ice Beam. Twice." 

Andrea's eyebrows rose as she uttered the simple command. It was fuckin' cheap. But she wasn't exactly willin' to play fair. When you saw an obvious hole in one's defense, you took advantage. No mercy. No quarter. Froakie gathered the appropriate power, opening his maw wide as he proceeded to exhale the chilled beams of energy in quick succession. 

The young woman resisted the urge to snicker - nah, who was she kidding - she snickered at her opponent's flimsy strategy. Then again, there was somethin' to it that was ultimately creative. And those feathers were rather fine in quality. Such a Pokemon would make for a worthy contestant. 

"Froakie?" 

The water-type glanced around, bewilderment causing him to temporarily lose his focus. Suddenly a grimace formed as the soft collection of down brushed against his smooth flesh. He felt uncomfortable, and shook his head as he suffered for a short while. 

"Frooo," he grumbled, eyes falling shut.

"Keep yer head in the game, boy!" 

The Pokemon shook his head again and glared. Unwilling to have his point of view obscured, he wielded his speed and hopped from underneath the fluttering collection. 

"Ya know what to do, Java," she said. 

"Froakie!" 

Turning his gaze, the Pokemon once again wielded his Ice Beam, intent on striking out against his foe by spamming the attack twice again. 

"Cute, but fuckin' useless against mine," Andrea said, raising her voice. "Ya see, as a coordinator, we gotta work jus' as hard ta train up our Pokemon as you trainer types, yeah? But I guess we do gotta advantage. TMs. We bring out our Pokemon's full potential this way."  

"The fuck? Arrogant little shit," she spat. "Java!" 

Just as the bird swooped in, the Froakie grinned wickedly, his features darkening as he relished the presented opportunity. As the bird's beak opened to sing her sweet tune, Java's paw glowed an intense shade of white. He threw back his thin limb before slamming it down in an attempt to knock the flying-type away. It didn't help that he aimed toward the pretty creature's face. 

"Froakie!" 

"Yes! That's it, boy! Show her what's up!" 

As Andrea cheered him on, Java cried out loudly, uttering a colorful string of insults in the Pokemon language before he finished up his assault with Bubble - the frothy mixture speeding toward her at a high velocity. 

"Booyah, bitch!" The coordinator cried joyously, pumping her fist.

Froakie danced away, resettling himself in front of his mistress as he faced down the bird - curious to see how both the Pokemon and her irate trainer reacted to his actions. Andrea was chortling in the background all the while. 

"Yer gettin' desperate, bitch!" 

She saw it coming now. And, with a snicker, she gestured. 

"Protect!" 

Froakie hurriedly erected his gleaming shield, reacting to the melody by blocking the tune off completely. Once the first lullaby was effectively rendered useless, Andrea decided to wield her last opportunity to dodge.  

"Cover yer ears, boy! And counter it with a Growl!" 


The Pokemon obeyed, allowing the barrier to fall and for his paws to press against the tiny holes that served as his ears. The sound managed to squeeze through, but the smothered noise did very little. 

"Frooooooo!" He squealed. 

"Now, Ice Beam!" 

Still covering his ears, the Froakie opened his maw wide, desperate for this match to be over. His patience having ran thin with the desperate pair that attempted to lull him into frustrating helplessness.