you and me [gen]

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[STYLE=border: #404880 2px solid; width: 300px; margin: 10px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #F6F4F5; box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #88878F; font-size: 10px][STYLE=height: 400px; overflow: auto]"We're goin' out t'night~! Ta' kick out e'ry light~! Take 'nything we want~! Drink e'rything in sight~!" Sometimes, at certain events such as these, people just can't help themselves and go a little overboard on all of the drinking. Alchohalic beverages, as one might be able to guess - not the frivilous little punch bowls they set out for the young ones who thought they could party it up with the adults. What came as a result was, to put it simply, a complete and utter disaster, resulting in stupid acts, mistakes they could live to regret later, and such and awful headahce when the dawn signaled the arrival of another day and the person woke up with every sense making their head throb. This was, sadly, one of those cases. It was a party for goodness sake. For the young of heart who wanted to stay "hip" or something. Basically, it was a way to let other your age and older than yourself know that you were as great as their high standards expected you to be. Only the most popular were invited to such things, and anyone who was below that hung out it clumps, rolling their eyes at the stupidity of it while a little part of them longed to party it out like the rest. ... Well, that's the mental image one might get when one imagines a party. However, if it came to popularity being the key to getting into any festivities, one particular female would be missing out on many outgoings. Sapphire Birch might have saved the world - almost single handedly, but that other one helped out a bit... and then that other boy who she refused to acknowledge after he mysteriously dissappeared might have lent a helping hand once or twice along the way - but she would fit into great parties. Not in the slightest. She was weird. A female trying to be the strongest person to ever live? Fit girls were okay - great, even - in the eyes of the rest of the population, but overly buff ones could be a little weird. It was the male's job to strive for muscluar perfection and a girl trying to steal their thunder would not be tolerated lightly. The only parties she'd ever attended were her own birthday parties - in which she sat alone in her father's labratory blowing out a sing candle on a tiny cupcake she'd purchased herself, openning empty boxes and imagining there were actual gifts inside while her father pushed her off for the sake of his research - the annual party that was held for the League, and... Well, that was it. Hoenn never threw region-wide events. Probably because the population would just be to big for them to handle. However, Lyeant was a new region. With only a little of 1000 people for a population, they could throw things like this and expect it to be okay. Wasn't that why they were hosting this, anyway? To celebrate their one thousandth immigrant? Sapphire wasn't exactly much of a social butterfly. It wasn't like she didn't like people or that she was to afraid to go up and talk to them. She wasn't anti-social, or anything. However, she was a little... difficult to approach. Her rough and tough personality generally scared people away before they actually got to know her. Half the people she met by chance angered her when they bumped into her and she usually ended up scaring them off, as well. So, the question was. What was she doing at a party of all things where mingling was the whole point? Getting drunk off her butt, of course. What else did you think she was supposed to do? "We're goin' 'til the world stops turnin' while we -" a hiccup to interupt the oh so lovely singing "burn it ta' the ground t'night~! Woo!" Tonight's musical offering given to you by Sapphire Birch who has just consumed nine bottles of beer and was going for her tenth. "Thank you! Thank you very much!" Getting drunk at festivities was almost a trademark trait for the brunette. It didn't matter where, it didn't matter what. If there was liquor, she was going to get into it and when she did, it signalled the arrival of people wanting to watch a girl act like a complete and utter idiot and the running off of anyone who knew her. Well, if you asked them, they didn't know her. Why would they be associated with such a person? But you had to be used to it by now. The hangovers weren't really bothering her and, oh, how she loved the feel of that alchohal running down her throat. It was a surprise she wasn't an alchohalic already. Actually, she couldn't find a bottle or can of beer anywhere within her home. She only did this sort of thing in public, ironically. So... yes. That was her entire reasoning for being at the party. To get so drunk, she couldn't remember her own name and started hitting on anything that moved. Grabbing that tenth bottle from earlier off the bar table they had in one corner of the room, she placed it at her lips and literally chugged the entire thing down. Well, not the entire thing. A good third of it dripped down her mouth aand down her clothers, causign a huge wet spot on part of her minidress. However, that was her last concern. Afterall, she still knew her own name. She wasn't drunk enough for her taste. Ordering yet another and wondering why the last one had gone by so fast, she fiddled with the bottle a bit before contemplating whether to drink it right away or make them last throughout the night. ... Hey. She had a good pay from her job. She could afford at least fifty more with what she had on her, and it wasn't like she could even consume that much in one nightfall. She didn't have to worry about making them last throughout the rest of the party. So, putting it up against her mouth like the previous one, she began to drink it as happily as any happy drunk person would. However, she made sure to drink it much slower than she had the last one she had. After all, she had to make them last, didn't she?[/style][/style]

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[Night]

Genkei

Why was he even here in the first place? He had never enjoyed parties much, even as a little kid. Oh wait, that's right; it was because of the alcohol. Gen had grown up with his grandparents, and they drank a lot. Like, all day every day. Of course, they wouldn't get messed up every night. Only sometimes. From a young age, the red-head had absolutely despised anything and everything related to alcohol. He refused to take part in any drinking, and didn't go out drinking with anyone until a couple years earlier. Alcohol had never appealed to him, and he only drank it when his friends forced him to. After that, he began to drink a little more every once in a while, sometimes with his friends but usually by himself. The main problem with Gen and alcohol was simple; he couldn't hold his liquor. At all. A couple beers and he'd be staggering around like he drank 15 of them. Of course, he had gotten better at it in the last couple years, but he usually couldn't handle more than 5. It's not like he would ever tell anyone, though. Gen sat off by himself, only a little ways from the alcohol on the tables. There were chairs and tables to sit at, where many people sat talking. Boredom had already struck Gen with an iron fist, and he hadn't even been there that long. He'd only had two beers, and was already starting to feel a little sick. The red-head's face was flushed red, as what usually happened when he drank. Heck, he had already unbuttoned a couple buttons on his shirt. He often felt practically strangled when he wore tight shirts. Gen was what most people thought was a "serious drunk." You know, the person that sits there with a frown on their face and drinks silently by themselves. Truth was, he wasn't anything like that. However, he could only open up to certain people and actually have a good time. Gen let out a sigh of boredom and took another drink of his beer, casually gazing around at all the people. He told himself that he wouldn't get carried away tonight. He really didn't want to make a fool of himself again. He painfully recalled the time when he drank so much he didn't even remember going to bed, and woke up with some girl's number wrote on him with permanent marker. It took days to wash the ink off, and until it was gone he had to wear long-sleeved clothing even though it was hot outside. Talk about embarrassing. Apparently, according to his friends anyway, the gym leader became a totally different person when he was drinking. Of course, he didn't believe it. At least not very much. Spacing off into space like an idiot, Gen was pulled out of his half-drunken thoughts by some singing not far from him. Not the best singing in the world, he realized with a smirk, but he'd heard worse. Casually standing up, the red-head made his way over to the alcohol and purchased another beer. Turning around and opening his beer, Gen caught sight of a familiar face. Sapphire. And boy, did she look drunk. Really drunk. The brunette was stumbling all over the place and singing randomly. Of course, many other adults were beginning to get a little tipsy as well. Gen, feeling a little more lively with the alcohol in his system, decided it would be fun to go and hang out with Sapphire. No one else was around that he knew anyways. The tall red-head made his way towards Sapphire, weaving around people in his way. Upon reaching her, Gen smirked. She looked like she was having a blast. "Hey, how many of those have you had? You look a little drunk." He laughed, a large smile spreading across his face. He poked the girl's arm a couple times and smirked. "You probably don't even remember your name, huh?" He laughed again, a teasing smile on his lips. Oh, tonight was going to be fun. Really fun.

Words: 680~
Notes: Gen's probably going to make Sapph mad xD I think Sapph may have Gen drink way more than he should... This is going to be fun ;D
Tagged: Sapphire
Muse: Meh.

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Of course, then there were those groups of peculiar people, bundled into groups of five or so and raking their track of site over the rest of the ginormous dance hall. What was their deal? Watching everyone else like they had some wicked scheme up their sleeves. Of course, there were so many different groups like this, all scattered about and different in appearances, she couldn't help but feel that this was just a coincident and nothing to worry herself about. Well, that was a lie. She, quite frankly, had all but forgotten about those people, completely shutting them out of her mind. She couldn't feel that she had nothing to bring to her attention. She probably didn't feel anything other the fact that she needed another drink and someone to talk to. Oh, Sapphire Birch was a mess indeed. Twelth bottle and she was still thirsty for more. The empty remains of what she'd just thrown down her throat layed scattered about the bar that was being occupied, carelessly tossed aside and far from any possible trash bin. The pile would likely grow throughout the span of the evening, growing to a size that it could not handle and spilling it's content all over the surrounding area. As to whether the blame would be pinned on the person who dared to stack that final bottle, forcing them to clean it up or the bar tender who'd given them that last piece of matter, she couldn't bring herself to know or care. If the task was given to that mess, her efforts would only leave the fallen objects shattered and scattered here and there even moreso than before she interfered. They would not likely pass the job to her. The brunette threw back her head in glee and felt a shiver fall down her spine as more liquids crawled slowly down her throat, cold and refreshing. With every drink she took, she fell deeper and deeper into the pit called being drunk and her judgement was only messed up even further. But she was alright with that. After all, her poor judgement was screaming at her to purchase one more, just one more, and chug it down only to beg for yet another once that one was gone. Someone seriously needed to interupt her ever growing combo if they didn't want her vomitting out her heart all over the floor in a completely and utterly disgusting display. However, that in itself would take quite an effort on their part. However, once the red-clothed trainer's last drink was efficiantly tosed onto the growing pile before her, she made the smart decision of not purchasing yet another and drinking it as fast as she had the dozen before the phantom one. Instead, she whirled around, still claiming her most precious spot on the chair, and took the time to laugh at all of the oh so very lame party goers around her. Well, at least, that was what she'd intended to do. Poking fun at other people when they looked or acted no better than you - if not worse - always gave her a gay old time. Of course, when everyone around you is dressed in much better clothing and aren't drunk to a point their singing hard rock aloud to themself, poking fun at them isn't fun in the slightest. If anything, it made her feel bad about herself. Staring down at her own attire, the gym leader could help but frown at what she saw. She hdan't changed her outfit in the slightest. The only thing different from her daily attire was that she was wearing her red bandana with the outfit Ruby had made her to replace the ones she'd ripped and thrown in his face previously. Almost every other female attending - if not all - was garbed in some fancy dress of the sort. There were a few guys who didn't look like they'd made an effort to look better than usual - and she was more manly in personality than almost every other girl on the planet - but she seemed like the odd one out on her gender's side. But, before she could dwell on this any longer, a flash of red caught her attention and she found her head whipping around to face him. Only to suffer whiplash. "Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow!" she whined uncharacteristically, rubbing her head and the top of her neck. It didn't hurt to terribly - she'd suffered worse without even wincing in her day - butstill felt the need to make a big seen over nothing. She was prone to doing such things in the state she was in. Blue eyes flashing back to the person who'd caused her to go and injure herself, she saw a familiar face... but couldn't match a name to it. "Hey, how many of those have you had? You look a little drunk." She was uncertain of how to respond to this at first. However, she settled with replying stupidly, "Two. Five. Fifty. ...I don't know. Do I know you?" Not a moment after she said that did she realize just who she was talking to. Oh, yeah! This guy! Never would Sapphire imagined that she'd bump into him again, especially at a place like this. "Oh, oh. Wait. Let me guess. ... your that Josh guy, right? The one I tripped over?" She probably could have toyed with him a bit longer - oh, who was she kidding? She couldn't remember this guy for all the money in the world. ... Okay, maybe the sight of a fifty or more would refresh her memories, but, still! And then it hit her like a train running at full speed. Oh. Right. She knew who he was. Laughing obnoxiously loud, she said, "Got'cha, didn't I? Ha! Ya' shoulda' seen the look on your face, Gen! And, my good sir, drunk is an understatement~!" she literally broke out into song with that last word, singing it so off key it was awful. "You probably don't even remember your name, huh?" He laughed at this, causing her to pout. "Well, 'course I do, buddy! Erm... President Porpoise? that's totally it, right?" Oh, gosh, he was right. She was honestly having a bit of difficulties putting a name to her own face. All she knew was that it most certainly was not President Porpoise. Poo... That would be a totally awesome name! that aside... "S". Oh, right. Sapphire. Sapphire Birch. That made sense. Now that the mystery of her name was done and over with, another problem came to mind. Hands flighing to his shirt and fingers curling around the fabric, she begged him, "Do you think I'm pretty?" Sure, she didn't have the facy, frilly clothing that the other's had, but that didn't mean that she couldn't be just as beautiful... right? As much as she tried to tell herself otherwise, she realized that there was no possible way that she could be deemed "appealing to the eyes".[/style][/style]

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[Night]

Genkei

The brunette sitting in the chair in front of him didn't even seem to notice his presence, and when she did she turned towards him really fast, and then started whining the word "ow" over and over again. Gen smirked as Sapphire's eyes turned his direction; she looked confused. What, had she forgotten him already? Sapphire responded casually to his comment about how much the girl'd had to drink, and then asked if she knew him. Not sure if it was the alcohol, or just the fact that Sapphire had actually forgotten him, the red-head sighed playfully, covering his face with one hand. "Man, that beer's really gotten to you, huh? Or are you just naturally forgetful?" He laughed. Gen pouted when the brunette asked if he was the Josh guy that she had tripped over. Him and that kid looked nothing alike! "More like the guy you knocked over!" He grumbled, and lifted the beer in his hand to his mouth to chug about half of it. The gym leader was caught off guard when Sapphire began to laugh obnoxiously loud, and raised one eyebrow in confusion. "Got'cha, didn't I? Ha! Ya' shoulda' seen the look on your face, Gen! And, my good sir, drunk is an understatement~!" Sapphire said, and pretty much broke into song halfway through what she said. Gen laughed, and a smile spread across his face. The brunette began to pout when he asked her if she remembered her name, and when she said "President Porpoise" he broke out into an uncontrollable bout of laughter. "P-President Purpoise?? Is that the only thing you could think of? Pffbt...!" And thus, Gen broke out into laughter again. He sure was in a good mood tonight. Once the laughter was under control again, Gen let out a happy sigh. Man, he hadn't laughed like that in a long time. Then again, it'd been a long time since the last time he drank. Taking another swig of his beer, still trying to hold back a little giggle of laughter, the fiery-haired male absentmindedly noticed that Sapphire wasn't dressed up like most of the other people were. Even he had forced himself into a tuxedo that he hadn't used in ages. It seemed to be appropriate for this occasion. However, the blue-eyed girl seemed to be wearing what she normally wore. Not that he should judge her for it, since a lot of people decided to dress up casually for the event. As Gen shook his bottle around to feel how much liquid was left in it, Sapphire launched herself out of her chair and took a hold of his shirt, a determined look in her lapis-colored eyes. The red-head was caught off-guard by her question. Totally off guard. "Do I... Wait, what?!" He gasped, face turning bright red. The girl's eyes were practically pleading for an answer, and he wasn't going to deny it. She was pretty. Gen became embarrassed, and scratched the back of his head with one hand and broke eye contact, his blush deepening. "W-Well, that is... Of course you're pretty!" He said, finally making his eyes look back at her. "Why wouldn't you think so?" He asked, an embarrassed smile crossing his face. Gen grabbed ahold of Sapphire's hands gently and pulled them off of his shirt, just in case she decided to get angry or something and tear a hole in it. These were the only really nice clothes he had. "You're just as pretty, if not prettier, than most of the girls here." He said sweetly, hands still holding her wrists. "Although, I think it'd be nice to see you in one of those huge frilly dresses." He said with a wink, his smile widening.

Words: 646
Notes: Aww, Gen's so sweet when he's drinking! xD
Tagged: Sapphire~
Muse: Meh.

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"Wonder what I'd be doin' if I was still a girly girl..." she muttered aloud, words slurred, but an actual, serious thought, none the less. That was a first. But this was a lovely question to be ask. How would she act had the circumstances been different? What if she'd never encountered that boy and that Salamence, never made it her life's goal to be strong for herself so no one else had to? Would she be wearing some frilly dress, too, out on the dance floor with some phantom man she'd met while working in her father's labratory? The thought sickened her more than the beer she was consuming and she had to stop herself from spitting out the drink she'd yet to swallow. She wasn't that kind of person anymore. She wouldn't be swaying back and forth to the tune of some song unless it was hard rock or metal, not that stupid piano playing in the background. Heck, that piano hadn't even registered in her mind until she thought about what she'd been doing if she weren't such a tomboy. But, there was one difference between she and her old self. Well, other than the age difference, of course. She certainly wouldn't have been drinking as much as she was if she was still like that and wouldn't be as drunk as she was then. Sadly, she couldn't tell if this was a good thing or a bad think. Well, all things came with their perks and drawbacks, she supposed. Maybe it was her sense of past failures that caused her to drink so much so she could forget about them all, if only for a night. Because, the scariest thing of all is failing. Failing the people you love, failing the people of the future and, most of all, failing yourself. Of course, this was all to much for a girl who'd just consumed the last of her thirteenth bottle of beer to comprehend, so she tossed her cares aside and contemplated buying yet another. She decided not to, just in case she was to vomit all over Gen's shoes, or something otherwise. "Man, that beer's really gotten to you, huh?" With a giggle, the brunette replied, "I dunno~! You could say that~!" He continued with a laugh, "Or are you just naturally forgetful?" "To that, I have to say no. I've got the memory of a - hey, where's my drink?" Pouting that the drink she'd decided against getting was not present and "disappeared" after she ordered it, she crossed her arms and looked away. "Darn vanishing drinks, why do they have to go and disappear on me like that?" He suddenly got mad at her when she mistook him for Josh, grumbling, "More like the guy you knocked over." She openned her mouth to counter, but decided against it and, instead, laughed along with him when he laughed at her next comment. When the blue-eyed girl was struggling to remember her name, he took to moment to laugh at her, causing her to wonder whether to feel hurt or laugh along. "P-President Purpoise? Is tha the only thing you could think of? Pfft!" Stinking out her tongue, she countered, "Hey, man, President Purpoise would be an awesome name! You just wish that you had that as a name, yourself!" It was light hearted teasing, she hoped he realized, so that he didn't yell at her again. It was her just to do the yelling, not someone else's, and she'd make sure that she kept it that way. "Do I... wait, what?" Ah, yes. And then came her being slightly sensitive about her looks and the like. She stared at him blankly while his actions made it very apparent that he was embarassed by the question. Eventually, he finally said, "W-well, that is... of course you're pretty! Why wouldn't you think so?" She had no response to this question, she found, and remained silent. When he took her hands in his own, She stared at her hands and contemplated tearing them out of his grasp. Eh. She'd humour him a bit longer."You're just as pretty, if not prettier than most of the girls here." Smiling, she ripped her hands from his and, with a smirk, replied, "Great. Glad you think so." However, the gym leader's next statement caught the professor's daughter by surprise. "Although, I think it'd be nice to see you in one of those huge, frilly dresses," he taunted with a wink. With a loud wine, she wailed, "No way! Not doin' it! Dressess are for girly girls, and I ain't one of 'em!" The only time she'd ever been in a dress was that one time that Ruby and Wally had forced her into it. She'd promptly tore it up and thrown it in their faces while practically naked. "I'd rather see you in one than me!"[/style][/style]

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[Night]

Genkei

Sapphire practically yanked her hands out of his, and Gen watched as she smirked. He frowned and shrugged sheepishly at her reply, and frowned down at his empty beer. He was going to have to go get another. The red-head flinched when Sapphire wailed about how dresses were for "girly-girls," and that she wasn't one of them. "Alright, alright, take it easy! I was just messing with you." He laughed. His eyes widened at the brunette's comment that she would rather see him in a dress than dress up herself. "Me in a dress? That would be a really funny sight to see." He chuckled, and looked around at all the people. Most of them really seemed to be enjoying themselves. Unlike them, Gen was casually standing around drinking while they were dancing around like in some old-fashioned movie. And he was out of beer. Great. Looking at Sapphire, Gen tilted his head a little and looked at her with a questioning look. "How did you end up here anyways? I'd never expected you to show up at a place like this. Not that I regret seeing you here or anything." He said, absentmindedly picking at the wrapper on his beer bottle. Suddenly feeling a little light-headed, the redhead wandered over to the closest table and chairs and plopped down in one of them, letting out a sigh of contempt. He was pretty comfortable right now. Looking at the brunette standing in front of him, Gen motioned for her to sit in the chair next to him, a grin on his face. "Why don't ya come sit down? If not you could always go get me one of these." He said slyly, shaking his bottle of beer.

Words; 292 (ish) DON'T KILL ME I HAD LIKE NOTHING TO GO OFF OF ;~;
Notes; Gen might be getting a little too pushy xD I wouldn't blame Sapph if she punched him or something ;3
Tagged; Sapphire (Leap~)
Muse; Good. I just had nothing really to go off of. :3

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[STYLE=border: #404880 2px solid; width: 300px; margin: 10px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; background-color: #F6F4F5; box-shadow: 3px 3px 3px #88878F; font-size: 10px][STYLE=height: 400px; overflow: auto]There were two things you never did with a girl like Sapphire Birch. Never. Despite her fiery persona and her temper that snapped as easily as a twig under a person's foot, she was actually a fairly forgiving person - especially with people she liked - ... to a point. There were just some things she did not take lightly from other people and would beat the crud out of until they gave her an apology. And did her gym work for, like, a week. Thankfully, neither of these occurances happened all that often. First off, insulting the gym leader's battling skills. Insulting her battling tecnique is a synonym for death. She'll show you just how much she's trained - with her own fist up your snotty little face. She's knocked a few challengers out cold like this out of blind fury, to which she almost recieved severe punishment from the league when complaints were filed. To this, she simply stated, "Don't poke the Dragonite because the Dragonite will poke back". They left her with a warning. Second, try to boss her around. Now, this does not come with an immediate reaction like taunting her. However, she'll start to grow very sour around people who think they're her boss and can get away with forcing them to do whatever they want her to. She doesn't mind following the law or doing as her superiors say - that's common sense - but when an equal or inferior decides to do something like that... Well, let's just say it's not very pretty. Even in a drunken state, being ordered around was simply not tolerated. It just wasn't. Hadn't she yelled at the bartender when she first started getting a bit drunk when he told her that she might want to lay off the drinks? Hm. No wonder he wasn't denying her any more bottles. That made a bit of sense. At that moment, the brunette had taken a bit of a liking to the red-haired boy across from her, so she'd be a bit linient with him. A bit. And only for a short period of time. If he started treating her like his personal slave, well then, it looked like a potential friendship would be tossed in the dumpsters out back - along with his beaten body. The idea of throwing a punch at him, however, made her freeze in the slightest. That would be like hitting Ruby. Actually, it would be exactly like hitting Ruby. She did it, but it always left a bitter aftertaste with her. Because she was so vicious most of the time, she didn't have many friends, so sort of befriending this guy made him a bit special. She didn't enjoy throwing her friends around. In Ruby's case, he deserved it half the time. "Hittin' the new guy," she said without thinking to herself, "would be like hitting the guy I lo... l... li... I'm best friends with? Hm..." Of course, that's getting a bit ahead. Where she truly was in time, he hadn't started telling her what to do, even in little things. At that time, they were continuing they're slightly teasing, not-so-slight drunken talk like they'd known each other for an eternity. And this worked for the blue-eyed female. Chatting like a normal person didn't bother her, especially when trading battle tips was involved in the mix somewhere. It was even more of a pleasure when the person she was talking to wasn't a complete moron like most people she seemed to encounter those days. But that was beside the point. Where were they in their conversation? She couldn't remember. Erm... Erm... Something about being girly. Had he called her girly? No... No... Dresses! That was it. They were talking about dresses! He had said something about wanting to see her in a dress, that was right, but she refused and said something about dressing him up in the same garment. A wicked grin crossed her face and one of those silly, feigned "evil" laughs escaped her lips at the thought. Now, getting such a man as himself in something as feminine as a dress... Time to go meet Emerald and have him start setting up some traps for her. Well, wherever Emerald was. "Alright, alright! Take it easy!" Genkei was shouting at her with a laugh, flinching for a moment. Oh, right. She'd started wailing bloody murder in protest to his cheeky remark. "I was just messing with you." Pouting, she said childishly, "Ya' don't gotta make fun o' me, ya' know!" Of course, before he got mad at her and countered with something, she smiled at him playfully, letting him know she meant him no ill will with that comment. He laughed even more with the prospect of him in one of those frilly little dresses, saying, "Me in a dress? That would be a really funny sight to see." Oh, he wasn't taking her seriously? That would make it all the more fun. "Oh, so ya' want to be put in a dress? Well, okay, I won't complain." That twisted grin from earlier returned, only to fade when she noticed he was not looking at her, but rather the people around them. What was he looking at? She couldn't tell. Someone he knew? Another girl? The thought sent a pang of... something running through her. What was it? Her shaken mind wouldn't be able to tell. Not in that state it wouldn't have, anyway. "How did you end up here, anyway? I'd never expect you to show up at a place like this." His words snapped her out of another self induced trance - boy, she was really spacing off that night, wasn't she? - and made her pause to think. Lost in thought, she didn't hear him add, "Not that I regret seeing you here or anything." Why was she there at that party? Oh, that was right. She knew. "Easy!" Sapphire chirped. "To get drunk~! Why else would anyone want ta' go to one of these stupid things? It's like... It's like it's so... It's just so boring! Look at 'em all, dancin' like their ballerinas or somethin'. Makes me wanna puke!" To enphisize her words, she did a bad impression of throwing up on the floor, only to giggle at herself like she thought it was hilarious. "And what're you doin' here, mister hot shot? Ya' don't seem like much of a fancy person yourself, ya' know..." She nudged her playfully, elbowing him lightly before he left to go sit down. A frown colored the blue-eyed brunette's face when the other gym leader moved away without warning. Had she done something wrong to make him not want to be next to her? Had she passed gas, or something, without realizing it and only he could smell it? Or maybe he had to - "Why don't ya' come sit down?" Oh. Well, there when the passing gas idea. It seemed as though he'd just moved to get a bit more comfortable. It must have been hard on his feet, after all, standing up for so long like that. Her lips tugging back into that of a smile, she began to make her way towards him when he added, "If not, you could always go get me one of these." Only a few words caused the fiery tempered trainer to freeze in her tracks and stare at him, blinking rapidly as though trying to process exactly what had been said to her. She'd be linient, oh yes, but that didn't mean he wouldn't get an ear full. "I can get you what?" she demanded, suddenly hopping into a defensive mode and glaring daggers at him. "Do I look like a maid or somethin'? I don't gotta get you nothin'!" Sure, it might have been a simple request. But one of the things you never did to Sapphire Birch was tell her what to do.[/style][/style]

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[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,padding:0; margin: 0; background-image:url(http://i1211.photobucket.com/albums/cc436/AmberLehcar/GenkeiTable2.png);background-repeat:repeat-y;width: 500px;height:650px;] "like" totally "like" cha. Genkei smiled a cheeky smile at the brunette in front of him, pondering the question that she had just asked him. Why had he come here? He honestly hadn't come because he wanted to be sociable, or because he had brought a date or something. Heck, he didn't even care that most of the other gym leaders were here. There was only one thing in particular. "I dunno. I guess I just felt like something bad was going to happen or something. It sounds kind of stupid if I really think about it." He murmured with a shrug, beginning to study a loose thread on his shirt. For as long as he could remember, Gen had always followed his intuitions, even if they would eventually end up getting him into trouble. There was something odd about this party, and the gym leader couldn't quite put his finger on it. It seemed odd to him that a huge party like this, in the large city of Irisia, would randomly pop out of nowhere for people to come enjoy themselves at. Normally, people would be notified of these kind of dances months in advance. In order to check out what the dance was really all about, he had forced himself to come. So far, everything seemed fine to him. People were having the time of their lives, drinking and dancing and whatever else they really wanted to do. Heck, Gen was even having fun. He got to drink and was talking to one of the few girls in the world that didn't annoy him. Everything seemed fine. It wasn't like she would even believe him anyway, he reminded himself. Suddenly noticing that Sapphire was being really quiet, Gen looked up from his shirt to see that she was glaring at him intensely. The red-head cocked his head to the side for a second, trying to understand why she would be so angry with him, and then suddenly remembered what he had said just moments ago. Flinching inwardly, Gen realized that what he had said to the girl had really ticked her off. He quickly stood up, his eyes still wide at the realization at what he had said to the hot-headed gym leader. The girl looked really defensive, and that made him uneasy. Man, had he made a mistake. "I can get you what?" Sapphire demanded, looking as if she was going to kill someone. "Do I look like a maid or somethin'? I don't gotta get you nothin'!" She yelled, and Gen bit back a sigh of frustration. Why hadn't he remembered how the hot-headed female reacted to stuff like that? Raising his hands up into the air submissively, the red-head took a step towards Sapphire. "Ah, I'm sorry. I really didn't mean for that to come out of my mouth." He muttered, his cheeks flushing red. "I must seem like a huge jerk right now. I was honestly just messing with you. I didn't really mean it." He said, suddenly remembering the bottle in his hand. "Look, how about I go get you a beer or something? My treat." He told the lapis-eyed female, managing a small wary grin, trying to make sure she knew that he wasn't messing with her even more. "I can always buy you more, too." He finished, awkwardly scratching the back of his head with one hand. Gen knew for a fact that this girl was just as strong - if not stronger - than he was, and could flip him to the ground in one second flat. He honestly didn't want to get the crap beaten out of him. He might as well try to get back on her good side, right?

words;; 664 • notes;; I had to write this post out twice (my sister accidentally pressed a button on the keyboard that erased everything xD) So don't kill me if there's mistakes ^^; I honestly think the first one was better, though... • tagged;; Sapphire~ (Leap)