Blue Oyster Bar (for Lawrence)

[Santana Reyes]

Lawrence Moone
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Roll over the 'mons! Totally won't hurt them. Promise!

It was another one of those confusing days when Santana couldn't decide how to present. He went with a more feminine look, and yet she was visiting a place she hadn't at all expected to find. In the heart of Mossrock City, among the towering skyscrapers but situated in the seedier part of town, there was a little door with a small sign above it that read, in blue neon, Blue Oyster. The door, as well as the nondescript back door in the alleyway behind it (most likely), was of course painted blue.

The Boy Oyster bar was not a place the average drinker would probably go. It was a smoky bar filled with leather that had an eighties vibe to it. A jukebox was off to one side, along with a bunch of tables bearing ash trays and napkin dispensers, and there was a bar on the far wall. Leading to the back door was a wall of silver streamers, and several pictures of gay icons and fabulous singers hung on the walls.

And of course, Santana just happened to pick dance night to visit it.

Santana had finally broken down and bought some shoes. The ground was getting far too cold, especially to be spending time on wet grass and half-frozen tree trunks, but she couldn't resist buying two pairs. That was most of what was left of her savings, money she'd picked up growing up on a party boat and spending more than her fair share working on it. A simple pair of purple hi-tops had worked well enough for the most part, but that's not what he was wearing tonight.

He had only ever worn this dress...once? Yeah, once - on his birthday. His sweet sixteenth, actually. He had been nervous as hell but his family was extremely supportive; it was the first time he'd openly presented himself as feminine. Oh, he'd presented as both in the past, and even a mix of the two, but this was in front of most of his family. Of course, the party had really been a business opportunity; but he had been the central theme. Purple was everywhere, and his favorite gift that year had been his umbreon hoodie that he now wore all the time.

And in a back room away from the party, with a random boy he'd been making out with after hiding from so many people and so much attention in the engine room...well, he'd been drawn back into the party when a cousin found him. Things had been heating up but thankfully, his cousin didn't catch anything too...intense. It would not have ended well for the guy Santana had been making out with. And yet, in that back room off the main ballroom where the party was being held just an hour later...

Let's just say it was a night of firsts.

And tonight, he supposed, was as well. He'd worn his new shoes for the first time, and now he was wearing his other new shoes for the first time - a pair of metallic purple reflective gogo boots that looked fabulous with his dress. The dress was a purple Tulle dress with sequins and was clearly made as a party dress; the bared left shoulder was a sexy sort of assymetry, while the long sleeves kept a little modesty present. Well, really, only a little skin was shown overall. It was a cute and sparkly dress, and it fit right in with dance night.

And it was the first time coming to this bar. The people were as colorful as the bar itself, but perhaps the most prevalent style was leather. One rugged-looking man in particular had been dressed all in purple leather and had somehow coaxed Santana into a tango. How he'd ended up with the man's purple rose between his teeth was a mystery, but Kyle - they'd exchanged names while sharing a drink together afterward, before he had to leave to get some sleep so he could work in the morning - had let Santana keep the thing.

Now he sat at the bar while a frequently repeated tango song played for the...fourth? Sixth time? Something like that. A mix of gay icons and fabulous artists had been playing but it was apparently time for the bar's favorite song - again. Santana sipped an Aviation - a crème de violette gin cocktail - while twirling the purple rose in his hands. It looked and felt real, so maybe it was a crossbred mutation of some kind? Would explain the purple color. He'd never actually seen a real purple rose before - the ones for his birthday were always fake.

Part of him regretted coming ashore. It had been against his family's wishes, he'd been made to feel like some kind of traitor, he'd made his family worry sick until they'd realized he was safe and sound on land...only to then realize he was on land. Alone. He sighed. And on top of all of that, alone was the point. Sure, he had his pokemon, but they had agreed to stick to his camp for now. He worried about them, but he felt they were in a safe spot that was well-hidden and well away from where predators could get. Besides that, Squish seemed tougher than she looked. If she couldn't protect the others, maybe Skitter - the cowardly little adora-bug - would finally step up.

But while he worried, he wanted to come into the city tonight and...he didn't know. He honestly didn't know. He could only handle so much of people but...well, humans craved contact. It was sort of the human condition. His first boyfriend had cheated on him, and his second boyfriend had left him, and now he was on land alone with no romantic prospects in sight and regretting his decision to come ashore and...he sighed again. He didn't want to go home but maybe he should?

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

Oh this place was nasty. Lars had been to the bar a few times, mostly on dates where people asked him along but once more he found his lungs burning with xerneas knew what and the standard of people were just below him. His date was long gone, the boy offering him a number and a kiss good bye because he had to be off for something, lars hadn't been listening the entire time in all honesty and while blonde and good fun, the boy wasnt the best of lookers so swapping him for something more intresting seemed worth while.

But Xerneas's horns, not here.

The man picked up his jacket off the seat he had been on and clicked his fingers, Fidget appearing on his shoulder and climbing up it to settle there before giving a small chuckle. "And the others?" the man asked softly as he crossed the bar, jacket folded over one arm as he reached for the door. "Nothing much, but Sid was making freinds by the bathrooms with his gems so, ya know, useful" the pokemon replied in a low voice, his tail flicking out low and lars shifted his shoulders to pull what looked like his wallet from his back pocket, even if his own was currently sitting in his front right.

This moment of distraction had the mans arm reaching out, and mind elsewhere, so when he found himself bumping in to some purple colored brunette, he was forced to reset. "So sorry ma'am, just looking for the door" he said with a small nod of his head to the dark eyes of the trainer beside him, lifting his arm up and rolling his shoulders as he pushed forwards, Fidget grinning widly on his perch.

100/100 - Level Stats

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[Santana Reyes]

Lawrence Moone
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Roll over the 'mons! Totally won't hurt them. Promise!

He was just thinking of leaving when someone bumped into him. Ma'am? No one was ever that polite to him. Couldn't be...nope, he was looking right at him. Huh. Now that he thought about it, he was the only person in the place that didn't look obviously masculine. Sure, there were a few more exotically attired individuals about, but...yeah, made sense. And she had gone fem tonight.

The man before her was tall, blonde, and had glasses on that had interesting-looking eyes behind them. It was an odd color. She kinda liked it. It was unique. She supposed he was good-looking, though the suit kind of threw her. The little pokemon on his shoulder was cute, though. The only thing on Santana's shoulder tonight was hair that for once didn't look like it had mud in it. He'd actually washed his hair and even put glitter in it, and now it lay upon his bared shoulder, almost as sparkly as his dress.

He supposed he'd worn the wrong kind of attire for this bar, but most people seemed to assume he was a man - which is what he'd figured most people would assume. But he liked the outfit, he liked the dress especially, and who could go wrong with purple? Oh, right. He was leaving. Well, she could let him leave...those eyes were pretty, though.

"Well, hello handsome," he said with a smile. "Leaving so soon?"

He immediately regretted it, but he didn't let it show. Geez, was he really that lonely? Okay, yeah, he did kinda feel like no one wanted him. Of the three people who had, the one he'd had a one-night stand with had been the only one to treat him decent and he never saw him again. Hell of a sweet sixteenth, though.

But that had to be the most outdated and cliche line ever. Yeah, the guy would be right to walk out without so much as giving Santana a second look. And it would probably serve him right. Was he a traitor to his family for not wanting to spend the rest of his life on a boat? And was he really that undesirable that he was only good for one thing, and that only on his birthday? Ugh.

He probably needed more practice at pick-up lines. Way more.

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

Lars was a few steps further on in his movements, his mind already hopping to how he was going to gather up his rhyhorn when he noticed the brunette had replied to him. Turning his head a little, he gave a small sideways grin at the comment from the other trainer before he paused, wait, what?

Now lars was a traditional man, but that was his choice and he didnt care what issues you had or chose to follow if you didnt effect his life. As such, he had merely seen purple dress, a lot of sparkle and long hair and his mind had fallen in to stereotypes but the face of this trainer, it didnt quite seem to line up with what he was expecting. Catching himself, he was quick to widen his smile and reply. "Well aren't you sweet, im hardly the handsome type according to this places standards" he replied, chuckling gently as he lifted a hand and waved it around himself.

"Besides, if i said i had a job to get to in the morning or places to be, would you belive me?" he added a moment later, winking to the trainer behind him and then laughing a little more. It was half true, and that would do, for now. Besides, hadn't he seen this one already with someone?

The last thing he needed tonight was a fight, a battle maybe, but in a place like this, losers tended to resort to fists he imagined. "Forgive me for ruining your fun, and ruffling such a cute little outfit, i'll get out of your lovely hair" he went on, bowing his head a little and turning back towards the door, smirk still firmly on his face.

100/100 - Level Stats

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[Santana Reyes]

Lawrence Moone
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Roll over the 'mons! Totally won't hurt them. Promise!

Yeah, that had the expected result. It was true he didn't look like he belonged here. Then again, neither did she. And yet, here she was. Besides...here he was as well. And she had gotten all dressed up for this...might as well try again, right?

"So you like my outfit, huh? And my hair? Shame you're so eager to get to that job, then. You got pretty eyes. Pretty eyes should stick around a little longer. I don't think the guys with assless chaps and way too much testosterone will mind. But I guess if you gotta go, you gotta go...unless you don't really want to."

Yeah, she was playing the temptress card. But hey, if you were gonna hunt for a companion for the evening, you used all the traps. Right? Right. Besides, if he played things the way they usually went with people, he'd probably just drive the guy off even faster. He had a tendency to piss people off - or people had a tendency to piss him off. Eh, it worked both ways.

Something told him this guy wasn't into the girly look, though. A lot of men seemed to be - though not necessarily in this bar. This wasn't exactly the kind of bar you went to in order to pretend to be something you were not. Then again, Santana had trouble figure out what he was and wasn't on a regular basis, so pretending wasn't his strong suit anyway. Still, he looked around and then back to the man before him and smiled.

"I'll just stay here with all these rock-hard...muscles. They seem to be trying very hard to impress nobody in particular. Or everybody."

...okay, yeah, she was bad at the game. But maybe she'd get points for being pretty?

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

Lars couldnt help himself, even as he turned away whatever they were kept talking, and it sounded like they were making a real attempt. He stopped himself, turning on the spot and then taking a step back so he had his back to a wall and was at least not in the walkway to the door, looking over the trainer before him as they spoke. "What can i say, there was an effort put in here and it shows. So many are just coasting through life, moving from point to point without trying, but you clearly put some work in" the man replied, moving a hand to gesture to the entire of of the other trainer.

"Sadly, the world we live in, bills dont pay themselves and while a lot of drinking and maybe a nice meal sounds fun, i like being able to pay heating" he replied to their next comment, laughing again to himself as he replied. "So all you noticed was my eyes then? And behind such dull frames no less, looks like im at 3 to one so far, unless you have some more to say" he taunted a moment later, curious to see if he could pull this person up on what seemed to be their game.

So many people could throw stones, but hated them returning or even worse, didnt know how to catch them and recover in his experience. The more he looked, the more he was coming to the idea this was in fact a male, or one of those able to slip between genders, but the cheekbones were telling one story while the flirting was much closer to that of a girlie girl. "My dear you are welcome to have a type, and equally, a choice. I am for sure not the rock-hard muscle" type myself, but an easy smile, ear to listen and something a little more elegant, that i can do" he replied as they spoke again, shifting his arms as he spoke to begin to pull down the rolled up white slevees of his shirt.

100/100 - Level Stats

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[Santana Reyes]

Lawrence Moone
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Roll over the 'mons! Totally won't hurt them. Promise!

Santana cocked an eyebrow. Well, she'd gotten him to do more than wave good-bye, at least. Maybe she'd score some company tonight, after all. Or maybe not. All she could do was try.

"I find the ones with a little more elegance tend to think a lot more than the ones who have something to prove."

There it was...a bit of the blunter side coming out. Could only suppress it for so long.

"Besides, who knows what you've got under that shirt?" he said with a small, teasing smile. "Could be a little Crouching Raikou, Hidden Dragonite under there to go with all that honed Shakesmewean brilliance."

Well, if the romantic action drama reference didn't appeal to him, perhaps the Shakesmewe comparison would. Santana was better-read than most people gave him credit for, which wasn't surprising considering his mouth had gotten him into trouble on more than one occasion. It was usually just a misunderstanding - someone taking something he said out of context or simply getting rubbed the wrong way by it - but sometimes, he managed to use words in a way that didn't immediately offend everyone accidentally. Sometimes.

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

They spoke again, lars raised an eyebrow. "Think more? I should hope so. I can plan a battle, hold meal plans for the week and remember the dry cleaning i need to collect all in the same moment one of these brutes orders a beer and forgets where his card is to pay. Thinking is not a negative thing" the man found himself replying swiftly, looking over the other trainer for their response as he spoke.

He did chuckle as they spoke again, shaking his head a little. "I work a job which has me walking a lot, battling more and climbing a little. I can handle myself in a drunken brawl, and im known at the gym as the pretty face but im hardly trying to compete with Machamp out here" the male admitted, rolling one shoulder as he spoke. Truth be told, he had basic self defence down and a little more, there were only so many jealous partners swinging at you that you could handle without a bit of training.

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[Santana Reyes]

Lawrence Moone
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Roll over the 'mons! Totally won't hurt them. Promise!

What, not even a little machamp? How disappointing. Thoughts in jest aside, it at least sounded like he was fit and ready to handle whatever might come his way. Brains and brawn? Sign Santana up immediately. She'd write in blood if she had to.

"Sounds like a fun job," she said with a grin. "I spend a lot of time out in the woods myself. Mostly studying bugs. Boring stuff. I'm sure you wouldn't be interested. But I'd hope I'm far more interesting than the bugs, at least. I mean...they're fascinating to me, but you don't look like a heracross. You're far more...appealing."

Santana's smile switched from flirtatious to amused and back again like a chess player switching strategies mid-game. He wondered what the man's lips tasted like...but one thing at a time. If he'd just wanted a hook-up, any one of these "brutes" would have done in a heartbeat. Kyle might have done if he hadn't taken off for much the same reason this man had been about to - work.

"You should stay, buy me a drink...or I could buy you one. They're free for the pretty ones on dance night. And you did say you liked the way I look."

There was only implied laughter in her words, but the implication danced in her eyes.

"My name is Santana. Might I ask yours or is that a trade secret?"

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

Lars tilted his head from side to side, blonde hair flopping down over his face as he did so when he listened to the other trainer speak again. "Sort of, it keeps me out and means i cant just hide in the apartment all day but also means my pokemon get a decent work out too. I guess with the paycheck, its pretty good seeing as i can balance fun and boredom, sorry, work and life pretty well" he replied, trying to be as vague as he could while giving a series of details.

"Bugs huh? I started with a fire type and now have a fairy on the team, bugs sort of miss our group by but i can see the merit in someone with a Scolipede or Frosmoth. Maybe not so much those kids running about with a butterfree and claiming because its evolved, its powerful. I think reality hits them a little hard in the face some times but still" the man thought out loud, cutting himself off as he kept going for a moment. Maybe this was one of those kids, only, a bit taller, after all.

When they spoke again, lars felt a smile begin up his face which settled slanted across it. If they wanted to try this game, he would make it a challenge. "Ok, how about this then pretty one. You have no drinks to pay for, clearly..." he started, once more waving his hand over the form of the other trainer before holding it out and smirking deeper. "So i shall have a drink from you, and then, on our second date, i'll treat my pretty one to dinner and a drink, and there, you shall earn my name in return for merely attending" he finished a moment later, eyes sparking with curiosity and playfulness as he extended the offer.

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[Santana Reyes]

Lawrence Moone
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Roll over the 'mons! Totally won't hurt them. Promise!

A trainer...of course. He spoke about battle like it was the most important thing ever, and the implication was that anyone who used a butterfree must be an idiot. Power over another seemed to be a contest of who had the biggest meat stick in their pants, metaphorically speaking, even in pokemon battles. But it wasn't the movesets and battlefield tactics that interested Santana.

"I'm far more fascinated by the breeding and evolutionary processes myself, as well as a pokemon's day-to-day life in the wild. You can learn some amazing things by just sitting there and watching them, leaving them alone to go about their business. Durant colonies and their hive minds, for example, or the mating rituals of arachnid pokemon..."

He trailed off. He doubted this man was at all interested in the fascinating worlds of wild pokemon beyond what they could accomplish for him in a fight. He didn't seem the type. He was a bold one, though, and Santana raised both his eyebrows this time.

"Oh, there's to be a second date, is there? And what is it the gentleman likes to drink on his first date, Mister Mysterious Stranger?"

Okay, dammit, now she had to admit she was curious. Usually she was just curious about pokemon but he was dangling his name in front of her like a berry in front of a durant. Well, now she had to know.

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

Off the other trainer went, seemingly bugs being a point to note for the blonde the way they went on about them but he listened, tried to keep his own thoughts on the daft things to himself, and let the other trainer finish. "See, im the guy who noticed their Yamper likes to chase their tail in a natural state, so now attaches things to said tail and watches the little guy get faster and more agile day by day, alongside looking like a twit and being shocked every time he catches his own tail and bites down" the male commented, chuckling to himself as he thought of the memory.

"A mix of who they need to be to live in the wild, who they would like to be if they could and the matching of things a trainer knows and pokemon cannot i find makes for the strongest of pokemon" he went on, smirking and offering a side conversation to his own words. "After all, i want to be able to protect pretty things, keep the things i like safe, ensure the things i care for are well and who would i be without any of that" he went on, eyes moving over the trainer before him as he spoke.

"Now now, ive offered time and an ear to listen and all that jazz. Surprise me, find me something that either says a lot about you or might be a little different, or both" he replied to their question as it came to discussions of drinking, the mans eyes beginning to shift between playful and something a little darker hidden just behind it.

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Yeah, she knew how to pick 'em, didn't he? The guy was probably a complete asshole. But she seemed to have a type. That type seemed to be exactly the kind of people she shouldn't be dating, but she did like his eyes. And that curiosity about his name was growing like a bug she couldn't root out of its hole. Something unique...and something that said a lot about her. Well, her favorite color was purple, but...hmmm...she finished her current drink while thinking. Should she really go buy this guy a drink? Sure, she'd offered, but...

"Be right back, then. Don't go away."

Perusing the menu of cocktails at the bar proved to be a hassle. It was noisy, crowded, she could hardly hear what the bartender was saying (or vice versa), people kept hassling to get by or to get their own orders in...she couldn't take much more of this, especially considering half the drinks were either out of stock or out of season (or both). Finally, she settled on something called a butterfly effect. The bartender, thankfully, had enough to worry about and would hopefully forget that she existed by the time she left. If not...well, she hadn't paid for any drinks yet. Maybe she could dine and dash and in this crowd, no one would notice?

When she returned to her table, she presented - of course - a primarily purple cocktail in what looked like a mason jar with a handle, complete with a violet straw and some flowers atop it. She had one for herself as well, and she sat down as elegantly as she could while inviting the man to also sit at the table. Him standing while she sat made things a little uncomfortable.

"So, what do you like to do other than battling?" she asked, trying to make conversation despite the bar experience grating on her.

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[Lawrence Moone]

 

Santana Reyes

Lars grinned as his companion spoke, nodding to their words and making a little bit of a show of standing up a little taller, a little straighter and rooting to the spot. All the same, as she moved away at her words, he looked to fidget on his shoulder and his eyes scanned the room. "We'll be here a little longer, so check on Sid and see about getting him to come back. You can keep working, maybe we'll make a profit tonight" he said in a low voice, the vampire like pokemon on his shoulder chuckling softly.

The dark type moved down his trainers arm, jumping to the floor and skittering across it before disappearing within the bodies moving around as lars lifted his head when he noticed color moving back towards him. He smiled at the drinks being carried and followed the trainer to a table close by, settling there with one leg crossed over the other as his eyes moved over the drink.

It said a few fun things, he suspected a color preference given the outfit and now the drink as well as the bugs coming up a few times under topic and now in the drink to. Add in the shape of the glass too and an idea was forming in his mind, but he let her lead the conversation. "It'll sound cheesy as all the hells but a lot of charity work, i spend a lot of time with a local church and that means a lot of battle tutorials, the odd exhibition to bring in donations or even the basics like handing out coats and gloves to those in the cold or food handouts" he answered, reaching down to sip from his offered drink.

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