Charlotte and Pierce
"Hmmmm... yeah, no."
"Oh come one, its really effective, believe me!" She said, waving the pokeball above her head. She laughed a bit before continuing, "I can let him out if you want. Don't you wanna see? Trained him real nice, he won't break a thing while I'm watching him." Her thumb was frighteningly close to that button. A pokeball never seemed so much like a gun before.
Pierce and Jeremy
"Nice bling." Then he nodded.The man had good tastes. "All right, you're on. But don't come crying to me when you lose. And you will lose."
Jeremy couldn't help but notice that Pierce himself didn't place a bet. There were a few ways to interpret that, but Jeremy would take it as a positive sign. They could decide on that after the bet was over.
"Lets get to it!" Placing the good luck charm in his pocket, Jeremy waltzed on over across the room to the first Kimono that he saw was free to chat, the one in red.
"Hey there ma'am," he said genially as he closed hin. "My name's Jeremy, I'm new here. This might seem intrusive, but I have to clear something up. Just where in particular is it that you and you friend's come from?"
A recipe for disaster
'Why am I so dizzy?' Charlotte began to lurch forward. This was... bizarre. It usually took more than this for her to actually have problems walking around. She was only vaguely aware of the problem too. In any case, Charlotte Beaufort was right along the fragile line between total drunkness and drunk but still sober enough to know you're drunk, and Jeremy was nowhere in sight at the moment.
Who dares to push her across the line?
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