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Post by VICTOR LEE on Jul 19, 2018 0:36:49 GMT -5
bang! bang!a loud boom set the stage for a dazzling array of sparks that set the sky ablaze. onlookers stared in awe, pausing to admire the neon silhouettes before eagerly scampering off to set off their own rockets. the constant whistling of rockets entering the skyline provided an ample warning of where to look to for the next display. kids and adults alike found themselves setting up blankets on the beach to settle down for the night's festivities. victor paid no attention to the exhibit above. he couldn't give two shits about something so temporary and baseless. instead, his dull eyes narrowed in on the battle being played on the bar's television. even though he couldn't hear the commentators he could still keep up with the shitty subtitles that flickered on the screen. it wasn't anything special, just a exhibition match to fill the prime time timeslot. " another." a morning of vicious training was rewarded with a night of lazy drinking. victor sat alone at the outdoor bar, being kept company by the bartender and a shot of freshly poured vodka. anyone foolish enough to drink at this tourist trap was too preoccupied with popping fireworks. " ..." the two watched in silence. victor had already killed the bartender's attempt at small talk. victor would drink, and he would pour at his request. that's how victor liked it and for now, that's how things were.
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Jul 22, 2018 2:45:31 GMT -5
her feet sinks into the sand with every step she takes; no matter how light or cautious she might have been, the result stays constant. that's exactly what she dislikes: consistency. she likes change, she needs it to stay alive. her journey's been boring. the only thing worth noting was her encounter with the trainer with a rhyhorn. there's something about him to calls out to her, that draws her in; was it the way he treats his pokemon, or maybe it was how effortless he seemed to have commanded the rhyhorn. she wasn't sure. she still isn't sure.
all she is sure of now is that she needs a change.
change, for tonight anyways, occurs at an idle bar sat on the borders of the beach. it's a tourist trap, and while she is technically considered one, tonight she wouldn't fall victim to it. at least, that's what she thought. her eyes stray and land on a familiar head of hair, sat alone by the bar with nothing but an empty glass in his hand. she recognizes him instantly, and doesn't hesitate, not even for a moment.
she's more cautious with him. she slips into the seat next to him, but keeps her hands to herself for now as she gestures at the bartender. "whisky, neat, please." she exhales, keeping her head looking forward. but then, she tilts her head slightly to look at him. "drinking alone tonight?" she asks. her eyes strayed to the now-refilled glass of liquor in his hand and wonders juts how much he's had to drink. "how lonely."
the bartender returns with her drink, and she takes a slow sip. "i hope you don't mind company tonight." one more sip, then she sets the glass down on the counter. "what can i call you, handsome?"
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Post by VICTOR LEE on Jul 23, 2018 4:43:09 GMT -5
anyone else would have been ignored. this wasn't a private bar, so other patrons are a given, but victor isn't a snoop; he keeps to himself. everyone else is a piece of the backdrop, inconsequential. tonight brings about an exception. her words seem familiar yet different. there's a lull to it that wasn't present before. his tactless gaze is met with her peeking. his manners are nonexistent, his attitude brash. victor has no qualms with allowing his eyes to question her. he's not one to be coy. " yeah." her eyes flutter to his drink and his fingers follow suite. it's gone in a gulp, the burn as faint as the flush. he's two drinks in with plenty to spare. an empty glass is not enough to sate a man deprived of his youth - not with company, not with a lady. " sake bombs, hot, anything from kanto is fine." the plural brings a pair of clean classes with matching ceramic shots. he doesn't hesitate to pour the beer out. the amber liquid fizzles for a moment, showing a slight swirl when he slides hers over. " victor." the sake is left untouched, deliberately granting her the authority to time their drinks. " you?"
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Jul 24, 2018 0:12:58 GMT -5
he lacks manners. that's the first thing she notices. his eyes takes her in, all of her, and she allows him to, not because she's used to it, but because she likes it; the implied power that comes with it. he finishes his drink with a gulp, and not one to back down from a challenge, especially against him, she does the same and gulps. the liquid burns, and it's that tingling sensation that she finds herself holding on to.
she slams the glass back down onto the counter just in time for him to finish his order. she blinks once, licking her lips as her eyes flicker over to him. she does what he did her, and takes all of him in. she didn't have a good look that day on the beach, having been too preoccupied with not dying to his relentless earthquakes. he's impressive, interesting, not boring like she had thought, but daft and tasteless.
he pours the beer, she pours the sake. she'll match him shot for shot, gulp for gulp. "ava." she slides his share of the sake over to him before pouring one for herself. without hesitation, she drops it into the beer and gulps it all down. her throat stings, but she wills through it. she slides her glass back over to him.
"what do you do, victor?" she's earned a question from him, or at least she deems it so. a shot for a question, if that's what it takes. "and don't say trainer. that's too boring for someone like you."
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Post by VICTOR LEE on Jul 24, 2018 0:55:26 GMT -5
a poignant clink rings when glass meets clay. the sound weaves together, unyielding, without compromise. their bout from earlier continues here, dealt in booze and bad decisions. victor can taste tomorrow's regret, wincing at the texture of fizzled beer against bitter sake. what they do to compliment each other doesn't eclipse where they clash. much like a pair of peculiar strangers. " sorry to disappoint." his eyes narrow, gauging how many rounds they can weasel out of what's left. " even if i'm ten years too late, i gotta see what the fuss is about." he pours another round. there's another set of two left for after that. " doesn't everyone want to be champion?" " or are you different?"
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Jul 24, 2018 6:10:08 GMT -5
disappointing. she's not sure why, but she expected more. but she's stubborn. she refuses to believe the man in front of her is a mere trainer. how boring. she chuckles at his response as her eyes watch him pour another round for them. she takes the glass back, and pours raises the shot glass. she hovers it over the beer, lingering as her eyes addressed him.
"what's higher than champion?"
she drops it. downs it. and slides it back over. "champion is too stale for my liking. i'm looking for something more exciting." more powerful. she holds her tongue. she taps her finger against the counter, eyeing him carefully.
humming, she reaches a hand up to tuck her hair behind her ear. "you don't look like a champion. no offense, hotshot, but i've seen you battle. you're as slow as your rhyhorn." she feigns a pout. "you make up for it, though." she allows her eyes to undress him.
"are you different, victor?"
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Post by VICTOR LEE on Jul 24, 2018 22:34:09 GMT -5
" more exciting than champion?" she reels his interest on that hook. it's a question that few dare to wonder. to be champion is to be the apex. there is nothing grander than the one who stands above all else. and she dares to conceive of something even greater? she's full of shit, he determines, ready to wash away the thought with another bombshell. you talking shit?it crosses his mind but he doesn't vocalize it. liquor holds him back. dulls his instinct. allows her to tempt him. " not in a good way." eyes stray toward her chest. there's a pause, brought to a slow creep up her neck, and then eye contact. he pauses, squinting, looking for something else. he can feel the buzz and the flicker of television distracts him. it grabs his attention, giving him the courage to change the subject. " what's your story?"
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Jul 24, 2018 23:15:06 GMT -5
his answer catches her curiosity, latching on as she's left to ponder on his words. silence fills the air for seconds, but feels like it lasts for longer. the only audible sound is of the television, buzzing and flickering as it displays a showcase battle. then, he shifts the subject, leaving her to scoff. "you're giving me nothing here, victor."
give nothing, take everything.
she gives him a look of vexation and reaches for their empty glasses. "i was raised in fusube." she pours beer as she speaks. "boring city, but beautiful. you should pay a visit, if you haven't already." sliding his glass over, she reaches for the sake and does the same. "like you, i wanted to see what the fuss was about."
a lie, but she sells it well. holding the shot of sake in her hand, her eyes challenges him, unwilling to back down.
"your turn."
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Post by VICTOR LEE on Jul 24, 2018 23:33:43 GMT -5
" i'm not a giver." what can he give? he has nothing. everything he has -- had -- is gone. lost to time. he's a youth wasted. a man who was never a child, years shy of expired opportunities. " i was raised in unova." and then what? that's where the story stops. there's no fantastic lie to tell. there's nothing but a memory of grey walls and steel bars. so that what he goes with. " and was recently released on probation." he smiles. bitterly. " y'know. nothing interesting."
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Jul 25, 2018 0:16:16 GMT -5
and there it is: his bait; tossed out so frivolously and yet, she finds herself wanting to latch on. and she does. "probation?" he has her on his hook, and he knows it. drop. shot. refill. that's how it normally works. she finishes her drink in no time; feels the warmth flowing through her.
her eyes don't dare peel away from him. "what were you in for?" not that she particularly cares. she just finds him interesting; different. she taps her finger against her glass, ushering him to refill. she'll be damned if she lets him have all of the power. she's still in control. or at least, she tells herself so.
"why johto?"
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Post by VICTOR LEE on Jul 25, 2018 0:36:59 GMT -5
hush. quiet. be still. that's his reply. he answers her call, not her question. another drink serves as an apology. it's the last of it and there's none for him. that's fine. he's had enough. the flush gives it away. " i was in for --" boom. some fireworks pop off, drowning out his answer. it dies with the lights above, scattered to the winds. he doesn't repeat it. " johto's a fresh start."
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Jul 28, 2018 22:57:04 GMT -5
boom.
his answer's overpowered by the sounds of fireworks exploding above them. her eyes don't stray because he has all of her attention. as the fireworks soon dissipated, so too does his answer.
she takes the last of their drinks and finishes it. "hm." the conversation's run its course and she knows it. but she doesn't leave.
why?
she stays and orders another drink. even if the two don't exchange another word, she's fine with just sitting there beside him.
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Post by The Nature Hoot on Aug 1, 2018 23:47:23 GMT -5
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Post by AVA FAIRFAX on Aug 2, 2018 7:04:35 GMT -5
men are simple. they often act on desire, trusting their impulses over their better judgement. victor's a polar opposite; he doesn't react. whether it's because he's thinking or if he's just slow, she'll know soon enough.
"well? you going to let him talk to me like that, victor?"
she toys with the situation because she knows there's no true harm. there's just a little bit of fun to be had. sipping on her drink, she watches the scene play out.
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Post by VICTOR LEE on Aug 2, 2018 20:53:52 GMT -5
boys are simple. they often act on desire, trusting their impulse over their better judgement. victor's a man; he knows better. ava is the last thing to fight over. only an eager virgin would flail his ego out so proudly. but victor isn't here to play doctor. he won't give him the bad news, one that's sure to turn their uninvited stranger flaccid. that's a job for someone else. " why?" his eyes never leave the television. the match is starting to get interesting. some idiot decided to have their gliscor use TOXIC on the opponent's steelix. " does it bother you?"
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