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Pokemon Oh-Snap! (Priscilla x Azecreth)

Tension seeped from Riley's muscles as he remained in place, unwilling to pull out of Yumia as cum dripped past his softening shaft but forced to by sheer momentum and his own relaxation. He wasn't sure whether this was a testament to his stamina or to how small she was, but watching the overflowing amount was impressive regardless of the reason. The sheets were definitely going to need to be cleaned though, that was for sure.

As muscle control returned he was finally able to move, and he snapped a few photos of them both in their current position. Of course it was fairly one sided, given he would not be able to show himself, but she didn't seem to mind. Once that was done he could relax again, and he returned to relaxing in her offered bosom, where she had pulled him in the first place.

He glanced upwards as she posed her question, though it did not take much consideration. "Probably," he assured her in a lowered mumble. Of course there were pills for this sort of thing, but given his distraction it was not unreasonable that he had forgotten to mention that along with his answer.

Shifting, he delivered soft kisses to the tips of her breasts before meeting her gaze. "Of course there's one way to make even more sure, if that's what you want." They did have the night after all.
 
Exhausted by the wearing out of her vagina she experienced by Riley, Yumia lay her head back. As she heard the camera shutter she would fix her hair some and smile, but little did she do to fix the stream of cum flowing from her reddened pussy. Riley soon returned to her, his larger body laying atop her smaller one as his face pressed against her nipples. She fussed with his hair, running her fingers through and scratching his scalp affectionately.

As she thought more to the implications of how much seed he pumped into her, she wasn't sure exactly what she wanted. Riley seemed pretty confident that she would get pregnant. Yumia slipped one of her hands down to her abdomen, feeling her stomach as she was curious what a baby inside of her would feel like. Her mother would be furious, likely disowning her and kicking her to the streets. Yumia wondered if that would be a bad thing though, she would at least be free of this place.

Lifting her head she put her nose in Riley’s hair, nudging his head with her nose as she affectionately rubbed against the male that gave her the greatest pleasuring of her young life. She wasn’t sure exactly what to think of him, whether he sought her out in the market just to defile her later. But she couldn't argue that in the end she wanted it badly, the innocent girl thirsty to be let out of her cage.

“You sure are horny Riley.” She kissed his head as he suggested more action to ensure she was pregnant. “You want a baby in me that badly?” She lifted her leg and put it over him, not above the idea of letting him fuck her little body till she was nothing but a rag doll. She looked at the time, her mother would not be home for a while.

Yet suddenly as they lay there together a thud hit her window. Yumia lifted her head startled, hands grasping Riley tightly. A muffled yell could be heard from outside before another thud hit her window, pebbles bouncing off the glass pane.

“Yumia!” A voice called out frantically. “Yumia! What are you doing in there?!” It yelled out so loudly the whole of Slateport could probably hear.

“Oh no… Daichi…” she huffed, stress rising in her voice.

“Yumia who is that in there with you!? Who is he?!” The boyish voice called.

Yumia frantically scooted out from under the covers, her nude body tiptoeing across the floor of her room before she finally hid behind the curtains to look outside. There down on the ground was a boy about her age, red faced picking up pebbles to throw to the upstairs window. A few neighbors were poking their heads out to see what the commotion was about.

“Oh no…” Yumia whined, cum slid down her leg as she slouched against the wall. “Its Daichi, he is obsessed with me. Somehow he knows you're in here, and he is going to tell the whole town at this rate!” Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked to Riley.
 
Riley shrugged without otherwise moving as Yumia amused herself as his expense. Not that he could blame her for feeling that way, but right now he was far too comfortable to make an issue of it. Who wouldn't be, as she affectionately stroked his hair and he remained pressed against her chest. it sure felt soft.

"Only because you made me this way," he challenged with a grin as he felt her leg settle upon his back. An interesting move, but he let her do so. Already he could feel himself beginning to stir, but there was no rush. That would give him more time to recover after all. No doubt she would want him at his best when they went at it again.

Before he could do so, something impacted the window. Riley's head rose, squinting as he looked out into the night. The voice that followed was less than welcome, Not just because of the noise but because of the topic of conversation. Sitting up, Riley watched as Yumia made her way over and glanced out the window. What she revealed did not come as much of a surprise either, given the racket the guy was making already.

Of course, were he not a considerate person he could have declared that this wasn't his problem and left her to social ostracization and the deprivations of her mother, but Riley wasn't that type of individual. Especially with how desperate she looked, he couldn't simply abandon her to the wolves like that.

So he rose back to his feet and went to put his clothes back on. "I may have a plan, but it's going to require you to be willing to make a sacrifice if you're okay with that. assuming you don't want me to just drop Luma on his head. That'd solve the problem pretty quickly too." Somehow though, he had the feeling she wouldn't go for that.

Having put himself back in some state of order, Riley flashed Yumia a smile. "You trust me, right?"
 
Yumia still slouched near the window, tears welling up in her eyes as much as cum was welling up in her pussy. She didn’t know what Riley had planned, but the fact he was willing to help her even though the boy downstairs was obsessively stalking her and therefor her problem made her feel joy on the inside. A tear ran down her cheek as she laughed at the notion of throwing Luma out at him, yet that would indeed be too dangerous.

“What sacrifice?” Yumia questioned as she looked back out at the dorky boy below, still screaming his head off.

“Yumia who is up there with you?!” He yelled uncaring, several neighbor’s poked their heads out of doors, windows, and otherwise came around to see what was going on.

There was no way her mother was not going to find out now... she thought to herself.
 
Riley was pleased to hear that his joke got a laugh out of Yumia, helping to calm her nerves. as he had expected, the news that he'd help with her problem was enough to get her to relax. Well, as much as anyone could relax being the focus of the ruckus that Daichi was causing outside.

Asking what he meant, his answer was only a bit evasive. "You may have to promise him something you'd rather not. But if my plan works you won't have to go through with it." That said, if it didn't work out then she would be out of luck. Still, he tried to think on the positive side. There was no point in assuming it would go badly by default.

With a wave, Luma hopped on to his shoulder. Riley made his way downstairs, preparing himself for what they would have to do. It might be too late to prevent this being talked about, but he could do some good nonetheless.

he stepped outside on the exit opposite where Daichi was, and made his way around to confront the boy. "Hey," he called, expression stern and a hand on his hip. "You're bothering that poor girl. Don't you have anything better to do this late at night?"
 
Standing across from Riley a short, chubby boy held a an incredibly awkward and aggressive stance, like something out of a Shonen Manga. He was wearing a pokemon t-shirt featuring a Charzard, red basketball shorts, flip flops, and the generic pokemon trainer ball cap. In his hand that he held up and back like he was preparing for a pitch, a pokeball glistened in the fading twilight sun.

Behind him a gaggle of 2-3 neighbors had gathered trying to assess exactly what was going on, some of them looking rather concerned as the older man walked out of Yumia’s house and approaching the young Daichi boy. Whispers went back and forth, sometimes Yumia’s name clearly heard in their judgmental muffles.

As Riley began shouting back all became a hush, all except for Daichi who took up a noble tone.

“I am bothering that poor girl?!” His tone nasally and annoying in every way. “You are the one invading her home, taking advantage of her while she is alone!” He clearly had no idea the implications of saying stuff like that out loud. “You dare to defile my Yumia!” He shouted, puffing out his soft flabby chest. His accusations were clearly assumptions on his part, but the neighbors seeing Riley emerge from Yumia’s house would be inclined to believe.

“I will defend her, with my life! You won’t touch her, my Yumia, again! GO DUCKLETT!!!” He screamed at a rather girlish pitch as his pokeball lit up and deployed the duck pokemon on the ground between them.
 
Riley had to keep from rolling his eyes as Daichi vented his full fury upon the photographer. Not that it was all that impressive. He'd been up against tough Pokemon and tougher men, and he was very far from fearing for his life right now. He didn't even mind how annoying the guy was. But ultimately there was not much he could do as the kid prepared for a Pokemon battle with a Ducklett.

Now, Riley was not a Trainer. He had no desire to go picking fights and competing for gym badges. But that did not mean he had no experience. Sometimes wild Pokemon took offense to his presence, and he needed to be prepared for those times. as such, Daichi would find that his opponent would not go down without a fight.

"Go for it Luma," he said to his partner. With a growl Luma hopped to the ground and padded towards the Ducklett, tail flicking in an agitated manner. There was the typical antagonism between feline and fowl, to say nothing of Luma's annoyance at getting blueballed earlier. So he was ready and raring to go.

Before they did, Riley fixed Daichi in his gaze. "If I win, you leave Yumia alone for good. If you win, she'll date you. How does that sound?" That was what he had meant to Yumia, but hopefully it would not come to that.
 
Daichi lowered his head, eyes intent on his opponent as he reached around and turned his ballcap backwards as if it summoned some strange energy. His Ducklett took up an unnecessary stance as well, its bill lowering as it watched the angry feline approach. Both trainer and pokemon did not have any intention to lose this battle.

“Guwafffaahh!” Daichi bellowed out, some of the neighbors flinching as he did. “You fool! I will defeat you, no matter the terms, and not matter the terms, she is already mine!” He pumped his fist slowly, ready to give the first command.

“No I am not!!!” A voice came from behind Riley. Yumia running out of her house, wearing the same clothes (minus shoes) she previously peeled off for Riley’s camera, yet they were slightly more wrinkled. Her hair was also a bit frazzled with a glisten of sweat along her brow. These were details her neighbors would not miss, exchanging whispers as they looked to her and the man.

“I have never liked you and never will go out with you Daichi!” She screamed, balling her fists in anger as she watched the situation deteriorate before her. There was no going back now, her mother was sure to find out. She looked to Riley and Luma, hope in her eyes that they would beat this kid so hard she would never hear from him again.

Feeling his fluids still leaking from her into her panties, Yumia’s ovaries couldn’t help but still burst for him as he took up a stance to fight for her.

“Good luck.” She said with a nod, standing back as she let the battle commence. She stood somewhat uncomfortably as Riley’s cum pooled against her incredibly sore slit in her panties, but it was just a nice reminder of the time he had given her.

“Yumia! You don’t mean any of that! You are under the manipulation of this man... and I will rescue you...” Daichi’s voice lowered and octave as he prepared himself. Some of the neighbors behind him seemed to concur this man had manipulated the younger Yumia for the worst.

“DUCKLETT!!! USE WATER GUNNNNN!” He called loudly, the blue duck aiming its bill and opening to the surprise of a gush of pressurized water towards Luma.
 
Riley was not bothered by Daichi's defiance, though he was not expecting Yumia to suddenly emerge from the house either. He glanced back at her before his gaze returned with a lofted eyebrow and a bemused smirk. "Seems she disagrees," he noted to Daichi as the girl made clear her refusal to have anything to do with him. Well, maybe that promise had been a bit too much to ask for from her. He'd deal with it in time

The neighbors seemed to be buying into what Daichi had said, which was fair since it was true. They had already come this fart though, he wasn't sure if it was worth trying to mitigate the scandal. "You're out of your depth," he warned.

But with that the battle begin. Yumia stood back to allow the exchange, but clearly in his camp for the moment. at the same time Daichi decried her opinion, claiming she had been manipulated this whole time. Which might technically have elements of truth to it, but he wasn't about to just openly say that. "I didn't make her do anything she didn't want to. I'm just a photographer, and she can think for herself," he said back without the hysterics.

Ducklett made the first move, launching a blast of water at Luma. The Declatty was struck and forced back, a yowl escaping at the impact of the water. When it ended he shook himself to get the excess water off of his fur, for what good it did. That would need to be cleaned later. "Luma, use Scratch," Riley called to his partner.

Luma wasted little time charging forwards at a sprint towards Ducklett. In the blink of an eye he rose slightly, sharp claws raking at the Ducklett's face and chest. Like he had said, this would not be an easy fight.
 
Some of the neighbors stood eyes wife and mouths agape as Riley loudly proclaimed he “didn’t make her do anything she didn’t want to”. If they needed more than what Daichi had already said, then they had it, their judgmental eyes shifting to the young whore standing back on Riley’s side of the battle. Yumia hid her face in her hands as she knew there was no way she saved face in this situation, her reputation was over in Slateport. Add to that fact that Riley was a photographer and young boys listening from their nearby bedroom windows were already scouring the internet for indecent photos of Yumia.

As the water gun hit Luma and knocked him back, Daichi took up a triumphant pose. But it was short lived as he was disappointed to see the Delcatty rise to its feet again and lash out with a scratch.

“Ducklett, dodge it!” The fat teenager shouted as his belly poked out under his shirt. But the low level Ducklett had little agility, taking the slash of the feline claws to the face and chest hard, dust scattering as the pokemon went careening across the road from the hit.

The duck pokemon barely lifted itself from the ground as it looked across the field of battle at Luma, staggering some before finding balance.

“Duh... duuhhhkleeeetttt.” It moaned, standing as if it were ready for another round.

“Common Ducklett! Its time to finish this! To save our love! Use... use water gun again!” Daichi pointed his fist towards Riley as the Ducklet staggered once more and opened its bill. A far less intense burst of water shot across the field at Luma.
 
Riley internally winced as the remark he made did not have the impact he had hoped for. He'd need to apologize to Yumia later. If there was one saving grace it was that those avidly looking for pictures or videos would not find anything. Even if he had intended to upload anything, he had not had the opportunity to before this all went down. So even if her reputation was in shambles, she could at least draw comfort in the fact that no one besides Riley had seen her looking like that.

For now he did not let that bother him too much. There was a fight to win.

An eyebrow rose as the Ducklett was thrown across the street, the result of Luma's power. Or perhaps his frustration. Whatever the reason, one could not deny the dramatic results. Despite this the Ducklett soon got back on its feet, woozy for a few moments before turning to face Luma once more.

Once again Ducklett used Water Gun, proving this was either its most effective move or that Daichi wasn't very creative as a trainer. Whatever the answer was, Luma was no slouch on his feet. He darted to the side, taking only a glancing hit from the water as it shifted out of the way of the questionably balanced Ducklett. There were times that agility came in handy.

"Luma, use Sing," Riley directed. Without looking back Luma went to work, purring and weaving a melody that would lure the Ducklett to sleep. If it worked then it would be easy to wrap this up. If it didn't, well, they'd just need to be more direct. It was pretty useful when he was interacting with Wild Pokemon, he just hoped the trend carried on into this battle.
 
Daichi was balling his fists in anger, and neighbors wore a sharp look of concern as the battle progressed. The Ducklett looked befuddled at where it even was by the time it picked itself up and deployed its last attack. Now as it waddled onto the field to brace for what Luma had next, the pokemon looked worse fo ware.

“Common Ducklett we can do it! Just a few more hits and we got them!” Daichi was overt optimistic as he pushed his pokemon’s narrow limits. His partner let out the post pitiful battle cry as it prepared to continue at it’s master’s will.

“Duuuuhhhh...kuh...leeetttt.”

As Luma began to purr and meow with its Sing attack, there was little resistance to the idea of taking a nap in Ducklett’s eyes, the pokemon falling over to its side in sleeping bliss. The Ducklett hummed as a small smile crept across its face as its body relaxed, loosing the tension of the battle.

“Noooo!!!!!” Daichi cried out in a high pitched tone, grabbing his hair and pulling it while stomping his feet. “Get up you stupid Ducklett! There is a girl to save!” She kicked dirt towards his pokemon to wake it up.

Yumia but her nails as she watched it all, though she was happy Riley was winning, the uncertainty of what was going to happen to her was a lot on her mind, on the soreness of her southern lips distracting her from the thought.
 
The attack worked like a charm, the Ducklett slumping to the ground as it fell into a deep slumber. Riley nodded in approval as Daichi freaked out, as one might expect. He was pleased to see that it had worked at least. At this rate things were a done deal.

Luma prowled forward as Ducklett lay there, preparing to strike at his leisure. After a moment he moved, delivering a ringing Wake-Up Slap to the slumbering Pokemon that would bee extra effective with the status effect in play. Whether Ducklett could keep fighting after that, Riley was prepared to go on either way. The sooner this was wrapped up the better.
 
As Luma swiped his claws Daichi cried out.

“Noooo! No Ducklett get up!” His boyish screams causing your ears to ring as his pokemon was slashed across the bill. The Ducklett would not be getting up any time soon, unconscious there in the road as the crowd of neighbors looked on.

“You! You big... asshole!” Daichi said the slur as if he had never said a slur before. He took out the Ducklett’s ball and recalled him, a beam of light retrieving the battered mon.
“You’ll... you’ll... you’ll never get away from this! I will get you one day!! Waahhhhh!” The chubby boy turned the other direction and ran, crying rivers as his shrill voice faded between the Slateport Houses.

Outside the neighbors began to gossip louder again, stray glances looking yours and Yumia’s way as their eyes conveyed contempt.

“I am uh... sorry that happened Riley...” Yumia sounded despondent as her eyes drifted to the ground. She knew exactly what her neighbor were saying about her, and before too long she would be in for it.

“Yumia!!!” Said “it” came much sooner than expected as the young girl jumped into the air at the sound of her voice.

From around the corner marched an older woman, feint grey hairs interlaced with her black ones, and bags under her crazed eyes.
“What is the meaning of this? Tell me why I got a call from Mrs. Carlo that there was a boy at our house?!” Her eyes burned through her daughters soul as Yumia began to tear up. Her mother soon found Riley in her sight, leering at him as she pounded the pavement till she was between the two.

“Mom stop I can explain!” Yumia was crying now as she looked to you.

“Don’t!!!” Her mother held a finger to Yumia before turning to you.
“You! I don’t know who you are but if you know what is good for you, you will stay away!” She did not even give you time to respond before turning to Yumia. She then grabbed her daughters arm to the sound of shrill exclamation, twisting it as she dragged her inside their home.

“Mom!” The yougirl sobbed.

“Stop it Yumia, you have no idea how you have embarrassed me today, called me home from work!” Her mother shoved her inside the door and slammed it behind them.

Around Riley the neighbors began to gossip once more, muttering about the mysterious man and leering at him. Before too long another sound erupted from the upstairs of the house, her mother’s voice booming.

“You whore!!”

The street grew quiet after a time, leaving you alone in the middle of Slateport. Beyond you the sun was setting, night starting to fall.
 
"Uh, really?" Riley made his puzzled state clear as he scratched his cheek while watching Daichi flee. The fight had ended, and the boy had taken it about as well as Riley had expected. He just hadn't been expecting the vow of revenge at some vague date in the future. Mostly because he wasn't sure how seriously to take it, what with not intending to stick around in Slateport beyond the near future.

Well, for the moment he left that to itself as Luma padded back over. Paws came to rest against his legs, the Delcatty purring loudly as it sought a reward for winning that fight. He'd have to give him some candy once he had his stuff.

Turning to Yumia, he shook his head. "it's fine. Dealing with someone like him must be a pain." He was just the photographer, what his reputation was like in one place was less important. "Besides, I should be the one sorry for pulling you into all this drama."

That was when Yumia's mother returned. Facing her, Riley drew on that steel resolve as she stomped over and demanded that he remain at a distance. He could have argued, but there weren't many things he could say that would improve the situation. He stood and watched as Yumia was dragged inside, steeled against the opinions of those around. All of this was capped with the outburst from upstairs, making it clear just how her mom felt.

Though he was prepared to leave, there was one thing that needed to be done. His camera was still in there after all, and he needed it back. And he had the feeling that Yumia's mom wouldn't let her out of her sight for at least a couple days. With a sigh he leaned down and patted Luma's head. "Hey, I need you to go get my camera," he told his partner, glancing up at Yumia's bedroom window. "Meet me down the street."

With that, he turned and made his way away from the house. Luma watched him go, before turning to the task at hand. With careful steps and the agility of a Delcatty, he made his way along the exterior of the house to Yumia's bedroom. Hopefully it was still there, and hopefully her window wasn't locked.
 
As Luma made his way around the house to retrieve the camera he would hear the two occupants move to another room. Yumia’s mother could be heard clearly screaming from a distance at the girl as she continued on her tirade of name calling. The window to Yumia’s room was open slightly, just as she left it to see Daichi earlier. If Luma dared to climb up a drain pipe and across a small ledge at the second floor, he would find the window unlocked and easy to open. The Delcatty would have no issue squeezing in, getting the camera unnoticed, and then leaving with its precious cargo. The mother clearly had not yet noticed that part of what her slut of a daugher had been doing that evening, too busy focused on the sperm stains on Yumia’s sheets.

As Riley stood on the streets of Slateport he could hear the gossip spreading like wildfire around town, the story of a young trainer boy beaten down by a thug who had taken advantage of an innocent girl. Though the ones spreading the gossip do not seem to recognize Riley’s face.
 
It took several minutes of Riley waiting near the end of the street, but soon Luma returned holding the camera by its strap in his mouth. it didn't look like it had been easy, but at least he had it back now. and by all indication it had not been tampered with either. Which he could mo9stly tell because the pictures of Yumia were still on it.

"Good boy," Riley remarked as he took the camera, then scratched Luma's chin. "I'll make sure you get some snacks when we get back to the Pokemon Center." If winning the fight had not done it, then retrieving the camera had earned that sort of a reward. He might be opposed to pampering Luma, but that did not mean he refused to reward him for his accomplishments.

With that wrapped up, he began walking once more. The rumors spread pretty fast, and soon he could hear the gossip about what had happened. It grew more twisted the further it propagated, since he was pretty sure that he wasn't a 'thug', and he was pretty sure Daichi wasn't 'an up-and-coming champion'. Pretty soon they'd be claiming he was a part of Team Rocket, which would be very amusing on how wrong it was. At least no one recognized him.

He could have gone back to the Pokemon Center, but after all that he needed something to calm his nerves a bit. So Riley looked around for a bar or something similar. A drink would be very nice right about now.
 
As it was a weekday there were less people out and about at that time in the evening. Over the water the sun was setting and many stood along the peer in groups as its orange rays slipped beneath the waves and silhouettes of ships sailed across its length. Trainers began to seek food or shelter for the night as a great scurrying of younger pokemon masters began searching for open hotels or vacancy at the Pokemon Center.

There were several establishments in town that were what Riley sought after, many of the more reputable ones listed on the map or common knowledge of their existence in major areas. Near the market that Riley had visited earlier that day several such establishments sat alongside restaurants and shops in buildings either side of the many, now closed, stalls. Several of these were much the same, serving craft beer and decorated much like the inside of a brewery or warehouse, named things like “the Rowdy Tap”. Others were more of a fancy sort, such as “the Chilled Bottle”, catering to upscale clientele and featuring grapes and wine glasses on their signs.

At the waterfront, a more gritty list of options overlooked the harbor. Establishments such as the “Curious Tentacruel” gave off a very “out to sea” vibe with their nautical decor. There also was a rather divey looking bar in the corner of a dockyard called the Hazy Krabby with several unscrupulous customers hanging about the front entrance. Nearer to the beach a popular establishment with a large deck overlooking the sandy beach called the “Sandy Dandy” sat filled with many beach goers unwilling to turn in for the night.

Should the visitors to Slateport feel adventurous, there was a well known exotic bar near the outskirts of the north end of town called the “the Tender Meowth”, though many of the locals thumb their nose at the establishment.
 
Looking around Slateport, Riley found that his options were quite numerous for potential drinking establishments. Still, his options were a bit more limited. For one, he didn't really have the funds for a fancy place as a photographer. Perhaps once he had made it big, but not now. He was also used to crummy dive bars, whether it be getting scoops or pursuing leads. Right now that was not the sort of atmosphere he was looking for. And as for exotic, the same argument about the price tag still applied.

Wandering the streets of the bustling city, Riley moved through crowds of Trainers and locals as he explored. Doing so let him escape the rumors as he moved further from the scene of the crime, but he had to be careful not to get too lost. He still needed to go back to the Center eventually, regardless of his current mood.

Eventually he settled for one of the casual places, closer to the brewery setup than the fancy ones or dive bars. He was just in this for a drink, and that was what he intended to do.
 
The Slateport Market this time of evening was quiet, most of the stalls empty or covered for the night as peddlers stored their wares somewhere safe. Some still strolled through the market enjoying its atmosphere, the cool breeze of the ocean whipping through the awnings of each stall, but largely the crowds gathered around the two flanking storefronts that were lit with various atmospheric lights.

The Rowdy Tap for instance was dimly lit, absent the neon beer signs of a more dive like bar and more so the feint string lights and industrial bulbs affixed to steel pipes in the rafters. Everything was either a finely stained wood or a metal barrel, the bar itself welded from the side of a small brewery tank. Various patrons sat scattered around tables speaking in hushed tones, some seemed to dress to theme as if they worked in such a brewery, despite their obvious campiness. A Wigglypuff avoided avoided collision with a few chatting customers no bothering to look down as the pokemon carried a tray of beers.

At the bar several persons sat hunched over, either keeping to themselves or chatting to the person at their side. A bartender stirred a martini for a man with a handlebar mustache and a pencil behind his ear as he applied a very pedestrian attempt at flirting with a vexed girl.

“All I am saying is that the Blastoise’s water canon is the quintessential avant guard attack you know? He may be old fashioned but I think its kinda rustic.” He loudly drummed on as the girl rested her head in her hand.

In the table area, a woman fussed with her napkin as the Jiggly Puff placed a beer down on her table, she peered at her watch as she huffed and watched the bubbles fizz to the top of her drink.

Not far behind her a man, rougher looking than hipster fashion typically allowed, sat in the dimly lit corner, sipping a liquor of some kind as he eyed you and your camera around your neck. He seemed discrete enough but took some entrance as he noticed you.
 
Looking around the Rowdy Tap, Riley found it to meet his specifications. It seemed reasonably maintained, but was not too fancy either. He was impressed with the lengths some people went to to match the decor, but did not focus on that too much. It looked like the place was doing a brisk business, which made sense given how late it was.

He was able to observe some of the other patrons as he made his way to the bar in order to get that drink. An eyebrow rose at the description of Hydro Pump as both 'avant garde' and a 'rustic classic', as he was pretty sure that that was not what it actually meant. Still, the guy seemed harmless enough at first glance. So he turned to the bartender and ordered one of the craft beers that they recommended. That seemed like the best choice for what he came to do.

Once Riley had drink on hand, he turned and made his way from the bar so someone else could sit there. He noticed the woman, who looked like she was waiting for a date or some sort of meeting by the way she was glancing at her watch. Then he noticed the guy in the corner, who was looking back at him quite specifically. Not very obvious about it, but that was the sort of thing Riley was used to dealing with.

So he made his way over, slipping past the woman for now and moving to the table the guy was sitting at. "Couldn't help but notice you looking at my camera," Riley observed. "Are you a hobbyist?"
 
The bartender, despite seeming weary of the onesided conversation going on at the bar, gives you a pint of their house speciality “Snorlax Sip Lager” in a tall glass. An audible huff from the girl as she puffed air into her black bangs signaled her dissatisfaction entirely with her evening. Sitting next to her leaning over into improperly close territory the man with the thin mustache continued to drone on about third-wave grass type move theory having no clue his audience rolled their eyes every time he used the word “ironic” to refer to the affects of a pokemon’s attacks.

Little changed with the older woman sitting alone looking at the fiz of her drink and the watch on her hand as you approached the character in the corner. She only briefly noticed you before looking over her shoulder at the sound of the door, a few new patrons walking in but clearly not the people she was waiting for.

As you approach the man watches you, nodding his head approvingly as he shifted in his seat.

“Alright alright I like it, talent knows when its needed.” The unshaven man said enthusiastically as he clapped his hands together. He wore a faded pair of jeans, button up, and suede jacket. But what set him apart from the pack of hipsters crowding this bar creaming over their self image as some artistic nightmare, thus man owned it, dark bags under his eyes and stress creases on his face.

“Hobbyists?... no sirreeee. Call me an artisitc connoisseur, an aesthete if you will. My name is Wil Upem good sir, and you look like a bit more than a hobbyist yourself.” The man leaned back, taking a cigarette from his coat pocket and popping it in his mouth. He was just about to light up when the Wigglypuff waiter began to scream from across the room.

“Wiigggllyyyyyy!!!!” Its tone furious.

“Aight aight!” Wil put his hands up in surrender, disappearing the cig in his pocket again.
“Damn fancy bar, all this effort to look rustic and old and they don’t wanna play by the old rules.” He shrugged, pointing his hand to the chair opposite him.
“Have a seat, you looking for work my man?”
 
Riley regarded the man with some curiosity, particularly the way he described himself. He wasn't sure what to make of it, though he was not complaining. At least not yet. "I see." He stayed silent, glancing back at the Wigglytuff over the smoking conflict, though he couldn't say he disagreed with the decision. Those things were bad for you.

After a few moments he heeded the request and took a seat. The camera was laid on the table as he regarded Wil. Given the attire he had a bad feeling about whatever work this was, but then he stopped himself. The guy was here after all, so it might be unwise to judge too hastily by appearance. At least not without further evidence to confirm one way or the other.

"I'm mostly passing through right now," he informed Wil with a shrug. "But I can change my plans depending on what the job is. I'm not exactly big time yet, so a bit more spending cash wouldn't hurt." Still, he wasn't about to agree to anything without details. Now it was time to hope he had misjudged the sort of person Wil was.
 
Wil smiled as Riley took a seat, again clasping his hands together gleefully. You notice he has a fairly expensive watch and rings on his wrist and fingers. The clothes he wore also seemed to be brand name.

“Hey well we all gotta start somewhere boss.” Wil shrugged his head before leaning in, the light catching his gelled black hair.
“I tell you what, I have been in this business for a hot minute, and let me tell you, these big time photographers ain’t nothing.” He waved his hand dismissively, like shooing a fly away.
“They are all so full of themselves, they take a picture of a fucking paper clip...” he winced as he saw two older ladies at a table next to you all. “Ah shit sorry ladies, bad language, sorry.” He shrugged innocently. They glared at you both before before returning to their conversation.

Looking back to you he leaned in further, but no less loud.
“I need someone just like you, someone ripe and ready to get out there and get some good pics. I have a little uh business venture coming up, it’ll pay well, and if your the right guy it may be a ongoing thing.” His eyebrows danced on top of his head as he smiled intently.

Behind you, the sound of the annoying hipster begging the girl to stay got all the sudden louder, patrons looking on as the vexed girl stormed out of the bar.
“Ah damn, that didn’t sound good.” Wil said before waiting for your reply.
 
Riley shrugged, grinning as Wil voiced his opinion on photographers. Of course he had his own particular dreams when it came to the profession, but those were a long way off. He wasn't so full of himself just yet. "That kind of thing still surprises me," he admitted. Now if only he could get struck by that same bolt of lightning of public popularity.

That said, he was getting a greater impression of Wil. The watch, the brand names, even the swearing,he was definitely putting on an act. The question was how much was the act really covering?

he shot Wil a curious look at the job offer, but did not back down immediately. "Sounds interesting. I don't suppose you could share any details of what this project would involve?" 'A continual business venture' didn't leave him very prepared after all. But no doubt Wil knew that. They'd see just how much could be said in a public place, though he had the feeling that Wil knew how to deal with that too.

Glancing back at the commotion, Riley shrugged. "I don't blame her. Apparently that guy thought Hydro Pump was the 'avant garde of rustic classics'. I'm surprised she didn't bail earlier." Still, he didn't let that distract him too much from the conversation at hand. One had to stay focused when doing business.
 
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