Getting wasted with old people is like. . . so lame. They start infodumping about useless shit. This one on one is much better.

[Already pouring himself a bit more. He's gonna be fucking WASTED.] Kinda needed to get white girl wasted.

[He's already fiending for more.] Yeah, I feel better already! [A very charming smile.]

[Pouring himself WAY too much Sake and jamming it like a shooter real fast. Shaking off the buzzy feeling it gives him, he smiles.] That's the good stuff. [Sinking back into the couch.]

[Gulps his drink, a sigh. . . He stares at the ceiling, Noivern comes closer to get comfy.] Yeah... Sorry I'm not very talkative. Might have to take you up on the sake. . .

[Plopping down on the couch, sinking into it. Noivern climbs next to him, getting comfy in a loaf.] This couch is soooooo goddamn comfy. . . woah.

[Nico nods back, and follows, rolling shoulders and offering a slight slice of midriff when he stretches.]

[When he comes back, he's carrying his old suit and his phone. Gently folded up the suit, and sets it by his shoes.] Whew... that thing smelled like dad ganked it off grandpa's body at his funeral. Thanks. . . [Shaking out his hair a bit, glasses adjusted.]

[He takes the clothes once his phone is back in his pocket. . .] I'll find a room to change in. . . thanks. {Running off to change, Nico is thankful slipping this fucking suit off. When he comes back, he looks... good. His arms are all scarred up with faded marks, but he looks more comfy.]

Iiiiii- I'm so sorry. Noivern likes people food, and will sneak out when I'm not paying attention. . . I dunno who gave him that habit. [Lance did, of course.]

[Finally looks up.] Noivern! Don't steal his snacks! You're gonna get me in trouble! [Wheezes the dragon tamer, who fumbles for the dragon type's Pokeball.]

[Oh, god. Don't leave him alone! When Blue gets back, he's scrolling through his phone, and now there's a Noivern sneaking towards the refrigerator, and Nico hasn't noticed yet.]

... Are we even the same size? Ehh, I'll wear anything other than this stuffy ass suit. . . [A heavy breath, as he shudders a bit out of nerves. This guy is way less anxious when he's high.]

. . . If you wouldn't mind. [Nico takes the water, sip.] I really-- appreciate this, by the way. Thank you for getting me outta there.

... This suit kinda smells and it's itchy as hell. That's all. . . [Awkwardly hunching, at least loosening the tie now that he's out of that stuffy party.] Yeah, water's fine. Ate dinner before I left.

. . . I'd feel bad eatin' your food, man. Just water would be fine. [God this suit is starting to drive him nuts.]

... Fuck it, let's hang for a bit before I have to fly dad to a hotel. [A sigh, wishing he had weed to share or anything to make this anything but tense.] He'll text at some point, but, eh.

... Right. Are you okay with that, though? [Why would he offer that if he wasn't, Nico?]

[Nico shuffles in, taking shoes off by the door. He wants to strip off this wretchedly old and kind of musty suit. Ough....]

Good god, man. . . [A laugh, adjusting glasses to see better. Ugh, curse not being able to see except for paying actual currency.]

Yeah, pretty much. [Looking up from staring at a nearby tree (it's the autism, thanks), he almost gasps at the size of Blue's place.] Jeez, you get paid like a superstar, huh. . .? [A lighthearted comment.]

Ahh, I see. [Nodding, but he laughs a bit, albeit with some tension.] Yeah, Lance is... definitely a character. He got so weird when I was in my "I'm gonna beat him in battle" phase. . . Ugh. [Shaking his head.] We almost at yours?

Damn, that sucks, dawg. I'm sorry to hear that. . . [His voice goes a little quieter, cracking awkwardly.] I understand, Lance is kinda the same way. Everyone thinks he's amazing but then they get to know him and find out he's overbearin' and kind of a helicopter parent. . . I'm 21, by the way.

That's the old man, right? Professor Oak. . .Lance filled me in a bit with information, so.. [They're just strolling and talking, and for once, Nico feels... relaxed, while sober. He doesn't know why, but.. it's a nice feeling.]

... No, actually. I'm from Galar. My biological family sucked so bad. So I was put into foster care for a while, then had to move to Johto due to some shenanigans in the system. . . And Lance adopted me when I was 16. [His wringing wrists are scarred up, as revealed by sleeves being pushed up.]

True. . . [Wringing his hands, Nico sighs.] And yeah. . . I'd rather smoke with people I'm comfortable with, same goes for drinking. . .

This suit is apparently a hand me down from Lance's own father, so if you got punch on it, he'd probably kill ya. [A sigh, but as Blue starts walking, Nico follows suit.] Do you think when we get back, Lt. Surge will have already spiked the punch?

[Lance hums in thought, before nodding, letting them go. He starts talking about how proud he is of Nico making a friend so fast, and Nico grabs Blue's hand and they escape to "make a snack run".] [They aren't stopped, but once they got out...] Woah. Impressive.

赤. ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐤𝐞́𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞! ━━━━━━━━━━━━ 赤.

Hit me with your best shot, bud. [High enough to laugh at anything right now.]

Good luck trying to sneak past my dad. [Eyes drift to see Lance trying to make his way back over. Helicopter parent.] I dunno if I could get out of this, even if I had a full on panic attack.

[Smoking out of his Dratini-decorated bong. . . masterful glasswork.]

Yeah. He did. No weed before hand, either. I'm more... normal when I've smoked. . . I also didn't have a chance to take my anxiety meds before this, so... everyone's stuck with this. [Gestures to his slightly shaking frame. Punch sip.]

He's a good dad, but-- kinda overbearin'. [Nico rakes his hand through his hair, refilling his punch cup. He swirls it around in his cup, looking kind of nervous. He's always had kind of an anxious look to him, can't tell if it's his natural state or if he's actually anxious.]

Casual match sounds good. Not any time soon, if dad hears about it, he'll wanna watch. [A grimace.] I'm-- sorry about him, by the way. He's-- eccentric.

[Lance going into proud dad mode instantly has Nico going to grab punch, which Lance wordlessly allows. Blah blah blah, Adopted son, blah blah. Nico is a little red in the cheeks, sipping punch awkwardly. Lance then gets pulled away by other party goers, and it leaves the two be.] ++

[Lance is about to go into a big speech about them having to be friendly, Nico looks like he's about to die, especially when Lance wraps an arm around his shoulders and goes, "No, no! This is my son, Nico!". While it felt nice to be referred to as a guy by his dad, now's NOT the time.] H-Hey. . .

[His dad spots Blue like immediately. Both of them are making their way over, Nico has his hand hiding one side of his face from any prying eyes. . . Lance slaps a hand on Blue's shoulder, laughing about something Nico tunes out to look at this new guy.]

Whatever makes ya happy. I just have my favorite bong with me for once. [Pulling out a Dratini-themed bong. Beautiful.] Don't mind sharin', either. It's a great bong, just gotta be careful with it because I don't want to break it.

[ @kantonosensei.bsky.social ] [Does he really have to go to this stupid party AND be sober for it? His dad is really expecting him to go to this thing. . . Nico owes his old man a favor, so he might as well. Flying to Kanto on the back of his Noivern, right behind his dad's Dragonite.] ++

[Reaching into a pouch on his bag, and pulls out a grinder shaped like an Applin, and hands it over.] Nah, I'll have some with you to prove it ain't laced. Would ya prefer a joint or a bong? I have stuff for both, but-- [Nico adjusts his glasses.] It's nice t'ask, you know?

. . . Turtonator, don't even set up. Use Dragon Claw. [Oh no, Turtonator's claws light up purple and a big, meaty, and powerful slash is coming towards Fang and Vincent.]

. . . [Turtonator and Nico are just STARING at this fucking thing. Then eyes flicker back to Vincent.] You serious, dawg?

[Turtonator is sent out, letting out a turtle-ish grunt of understanding to it's master, who adjusts his glasses.]

Slow down there, grunt. You'll hurt yourself. [Pulling out a Pokeball. No biggie, Nico. Your first rocket grunt defeat, it'll be easy! As easy as it was for your dad, right?]

[ Already opening up his bag.] Jupiter Rising is the strain that is pretty accurate to it's name, here. [Handing her a legit looking bag of weed.] My aunt runs a dispensary, I'm loaded with samples.

You're a fuckin' Rocket, dawg. Manners to you would be complete subservience from me, and I ain't no submissive. You really wanna tussle with me?

I have a couple strains that'll have you seein' past the moon to Jupiter, so I feel that.

My dad's an authority on beatin' those jobbers up, there's no way I'd be his son if I didn't know how to beat up Rockets.