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[Brent Winters]

Brent wasn't horribly fair skinned. He worked out a lot, it's how he kept a broad, strong physique. But even still, he had rubbed in some sort of sun screen before stepping outside of the changing room, bag slung over his shoulder to be tossed into the locker. Eschaton tucked away safely inside of the bag now that he didn't need him to watch his back while he was changing. He stepped out into the sun, squinting some against the light and then making his way over to the tiki hut, taking a seat to sit in the shade and adjust to the climate and noise before going out for a swim. He was relatively unassuming- spare glasses that he could stand to be ruined by salt water and a simple pair of navy blue swimming trunks, white and black streaks of fabric down the edges. Figured he'd take a small vacation before he was contacted to come back into work for whatever they were planning for him. He'd been told to fetch some pokemon and well- he did a little bit of that already. Now all that was left was waiting and... not thinking too much on it. He motioned for a Squirtle shot, and sat there, waiting quietly, having chosen a spot with open seats on either side... Though bound not to stay open for long with the crowd.

-tag- Here -notes- +1 level to Eschaton -team-

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[Leleia]

“WHAT THE FUGGING FUGG DO YOU MEAN I CAN’T HAVE ANOTHER!? YOU AIN’T MY DAD ICECREAM MAN!” Leleia threw her, heavily sun-screened, arms into the air, a small glob of the stuff dripping off of her elbows onto the floor as she does. “IT’S FUGGIN HOT!”

“But miss, I’m afraid I’ll need parental consent if I am to give you anymore, you’ve had quite a few of these already and I don't want to get in trouble with your parents.”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN PARENTAL CONSENT? I AM 13! IN OTHER REGIONS THAT’S OLD ENOUGH TO IRRESPONSIBLY ROAM THE WILDERNESS BY MYSELF! WHY DO YOU CARE HOW MANY CONES I’M PAYING YOU FOR?” She sighs, “What a fuggin betacluck.” she flicks the guy off as he goes to make a drink.

She turns to the guy that just sat down a couple seats over that ordered the drink. “Can you believe this guy? No trouble for the first-” she pulls out a small fistful of crumpled up paper cones, “like, 3 snowcones, now he says I can’t have any more until I get my parents to ok it.” She points to an obviously very inebriated person across the bar, “Doesn’t give a shit about that dude over there ordering so many charizards he could be an E4 champion though. Kinda sussy, ngl fam.”

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Brent Winters

Let the shenanigans begin!

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[Brent Winters]

The last thing Brent was expecting was for a thirteen? She said? Year old girl to look over to him and start talking to him casually like he was her uncle. He squinted at the drink being passed his way, lost in a moment of thought about whatever the hell she was prattling on about... Wait- snowcones- yeah he knew what those were. Ice with... sugar based syrup. No- there was no way he was putting thought into this. Taking the shot, Brent made a face and looked at Lel... then the snowcone guy... then lel again. "He's on his 6th Charizard btdubs." He shook his head, stating matter of factly like it was so obvious, any passing person could have noticed, and handed the empty shot glass back over to the bartender. "Ok so- yeah. Old enough to die trying to tame a Trevenant- comme un enfant- old enough to have more than 3 snow cones." Brent sighed and motioned to Lel and the excess sunscreen. "Y' know you're supposed to rub that stuff in- right? So you don't wash or sweat it off as easily."

-tag- Leleia -notes- End his suffering -team-

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[Leleia]

The barkeep sighs, “Well, the only way she would be trying to train a trevenant would be if she was in Plasma, and I was under the assumption she’d still be too young for that. But if she can show credentials I will admit my mistake.” He takes the shot glass and places it in a washer with the other dirty cups, “As for the gentlemen over there, he is not causing a row like the young miss is either. Therefore, he may continue ordering.” He glowers at Leleia for a moment then turns back Brent, “Speaking of, would you care for another, sir?”

“Oh, that is such bullshit! I didn’t say or do anything until you said no more!” She sighs and then lets out a short ‘Ree’ of frustration and digs a jar out of her backpack. “I tell you what. What if I give you some fresh nectar for your bar, AND, pay you for more cones using it. Then the only thing you’re using is paper and ice. Sounds like real capitalism to me fam.”

The barkeep takes the jar, opens it and gives it a sniff, “Sound’s like bribery to me… but with as fresh as this stuff is, I’d say it’s worth a few more cones if you can agree to stop throwing a tantrum.”

Leleia keeps direct eye contact on the barkeep and takes out another jar, and slides it towards them. “I can do that. Let’s get to scooping, ice cream man.” With a trite laugh, the barkeep starts scooping some shaved ice into a cone and working on whatever drink Brent ordered (assuming he did).

She turns to Brent, “Oh no! I’ve been trying to rub it in! I knew I’d be on the beach for a while and didn’t want to get burned. I thought if I put a bunch on at once I wouldn’t have to worry about needing to put more on later. But I guess it really doesn't work that way, huh?” She starts rubbing her face and arms, trying to get the layer of sunscreen on her to rub in. "Oh! btws, My name is Lele. What's yours, mister? You're one of the few adults that's actually been cool lately." She extends a sunscreen covered hand for a handshake.

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Ah yes... bribery.


Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

"Oh no- He's deep into those Charizard, ami." Brent spoke to the barkeeper in a deeper tone. Brent's profession was literally reading people. Every patient he ever had was an open book over a simple phone call. Seeing them face to face? He was just good at psychoanalyzing. "Ah but what would I know." He shook his head at the offer of another drink. He was planning on getting into the water and preferred to stay clear headed anyways. "Just some sweetened coconut water- I don't want to get buzzed." But Hydration is important on a hot day like this. Besides, Brent fully expected to have to pin and subdue a drunken man at this rate. Off the clock, on vacation, still probably going to have to call into Plasma and have someone come pick the guy up. Now the girl- pulling out a bribe, he smirked at that, then looked at her hand. "Brent." He shook her hand... then rubbed in the excess sun screen on his hands just to get it out of the way. "As for the sunscreen- well I guess you'll have some fun patches in your sunburns." He laughed some, keeping an ear out for the guy who was... a little lost in the sauce.

-tag- Here -notes- Here -team-

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[Leleia]

The barkeep hands the apple snow cone to Leleia and some sweetened coconut water to Brent. “Now sir, he hasn’t been causing any trouble so far, but some of his friends were here earlier and did try to ‘burn him out’ with some Charizards, yes.” A voice from the far side of the bar calls him away, “If you’ll excuse me for now.”

Lele takes a huge bite out of her snow cone, “Hey, so long as it all doesn’t wash off, I guess it’ll be ok right? I do kinda wanna go swimming tho- ow, brain freeze.” She takes another bite, “This is super good though. A perfect 5/7” She shakes her head, making the propeller on her hat spin. “That’s better. Wait... OMG, that dude’s giving ‘Leon’ over there their drink.” Sure enough, the person that had called the bartender away was passing their shot to the sauced-up man.

As the guy goes to take the shot Leleia leans forward, “Wouldn’t it be funny if the glass broke before he could drink it?" as if responding to her question, the glass in the man’s hand cracks and shatters, spilling the drink all over him. A look of drunken bewilderment crosses their face, quickly changing into anger as Leleia bursts out laughing, "Yeah, that's funny AF fam, ngl tbh. Did you see his face?" She starts kicking her feet as the fit of laughter takes her and she falls backwards out of her chair. Somehow preserving the snow cone, but clearly drawing the drunken ire of the man.

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HAHA DRUNK MAN SPILL DRINK!!


Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

Brent didn't speak to the bartender. A so called 'barkeeper' knew how to read a customer, or when to cut a customer off. Regardless of trouble caused, inebriation could be lethal in more ways than one. Typical greed, likely. That or this bartender wasn't actually a certified bartender or he was just an absolute moron. Brent did not put any of those past the man giving the fellow his seventh drink. Whiskey- no less. Either way, disrupted brain function shows through. Brent smiled at Leleia but turned his head towards the man standing up to casually place himself between them. "Let the child laugh, mon ami-" Brent spoke calmly, despite the larger guy standing up making his way, albeit a wee bit clumsily, over to them. "Shut your God-damned mouth you stunted phuckin' baguette!" To that, Brent blinked. "I'd like to say I'm at least a croissant. Guess I'm not golden enough. Now please sir- sit down." With a... very strange slur towards Kalosians, and a single finger brushing up against Brent in an attempt to shove him back, Brent took the arm that failed to shove him and bent it harshly behind his back, shoving him onto the counter. "Now calm down, and we can do this without having to make a bigger scene." Brent's hand first fished his own wallet out to toss it towards the bar tender, opened up to show his badge. "Hold that- thanks- Now. Gonna use your phone- ok? Ok." He spoke as he used his free hand to fish out the drunken man's phone, calling his partner. "who the fuck-" "It's Winters. At the beach. With a violent individual. Under the influence." "Brent- we fuckin spoke about this." "Yeah we did but sadly I don't have a radio on me. Turns out you don't take those on vacation with you. And it's a bad idea to go swimming with them-" "Cut the shit I'm coming." "Ayyyy merci bebe" Brent hung the phone up and sighed, keeping the arm pressed behind the guy's back, and the guy pressed forward onto the table.

-tag- Leleia -notes- LMAO feel free to take over whoever. Troll away -team-

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[Leleia]

This was basically the best thing ever. Dude stumbled forward. They exchanged bread-based insults, and then got his face slammed into the bar. What a show! Testosterone all around!

Getting up, she takes what’s left off of her snow cone and shoves it in the dude’s pocket shouting, “YEAH DUDE, CHILL OUT!” That would be delightful when it melted, it'd look like the guy peed himself more than he probably already will.

Leleia looks up at Brent holding the guy to the bar. “So, what’s up? You’re like some sort of Plasma Special Ops deal? You kicked that guy’s ass comedically and strategically, a perfect memetic victory. If you’re not, you should totally think about applying."

After the barkeep passes back Brent’s wallet, Leleia grabs the guy’s phone that is sitting on the bar and begins taking selfies on it and changing the name of all of his contacts to ‘Chawizowd’. 

As she is sending random confessions of love to people in this guy's contacts she asks, “So, you wanna go hit the beach after this or what? I don’t think the bar is gonna be too chill after this.”

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T-Poses on drunk guy


Brent Winters

[Brent Winters]

Brent's cheeks puffed out, and he let the air out slowly through pursed lips, composing himself to prevent from laughing at this entire situation. He put his wallet back securely- he'd have to put that in his locker too whenever he was getting ready to go out swimming. Didn't need to get that getting water logged. "Ah ah- I am Plasma yes, but as for what I am? That's for me to know, and you to find out." He smiled, adjusting his grip on the man to make sure that he stayed firmly face down on the counter where he couldn't wiggle free... regardless of the cold snow cone in his pocket. "Consider it a game, if you will." But yeah, swimming was starting to sound good. It wouldn't be long before his partner got over to where they were at, and that would free him up. Well. "Ah- swimming I was planning that next. But I have to ask- where are your guardians?" If worst came to worse, he had to be CPR certified- and if they needed to he could just take her to the lifeguard to leave her with them at the end of the day.

-tag- Leleia -notes- aggressive casual pinning. -team-

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[Leleia]

Leleia leans forward, a look of playful intrigue on her face, “Holy fuggin shit. It must be top secret if you’re being this coy about it. Or you’re just some run of the mill grunt, that just got lucky here, but I doubt that. You didn’t show your badge first thing to get drinks for cheaper.”

She puts a finger to chin and hmmms for a moment, “Ha! I bet you’re like some sort of master mental manipulator psychologist that breaks the will of your enemies so they can be interrogated or brainwashed into serving Plasma as double agents or some shit! I bet you even have Pokémon that can straight up rewrite memories or make people live out their darkest nightmares and stuff too!” She smiles, “How far off was I? You gotta give me something to work with here. I can't stand it!”

After changing the background of the drunk’s phone to a sunglasses wearing Squirtle with the phrase ‘Thug Life’ under it, she waves the barkeep down. “Hey, that guy took my snow cone, can I have another?” Without saying anything, they comply and get her another cone, clearly wanting to put space between themselves and the arrest happening.

Leleia shrugs, taking a bite out of her new cone,  “No idea where my guardians are, I haven’t seen them in a while. My parents are probably back at the hotel though. But yeah, let’s finish busting this dum dum and hit those sweet waves!" She looks around for a moment, "When's your partner going to get here? I bet they're needlessly attractive and wears a suit with sunglasses. Probably chews gum to look nonchalant too.” 

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Dabs profusely on barkeep

Brent Winters