It was 5:30pm in the afternoon ,and Clair had already left for the night. Likely headed home, watch her favorite shows ,and pass out on the couch at around 2:30AM. Johnny had already headed out the door ,and was walking home as his house was just about half a mile away. Donovan was still sitting on Fawke's couch with a beer in both hands.
Fawke looked at Donovan with a combination of confusion, frustration ,and somewhat impressed by his ability to keep drinking, "My dude... I got like a lot more and stuff in the fridge ,but dam... Come up for air! I don't really wanna explain to the boys in blue, why there's dead body in my house, again" Fawke said. A few seconds later Donovan's face turned red from laughter. He quickly finished his drinks, To Fawk's short lived blissful unawareness, Donovan had silently farted which was now filling the entire room with a horrid miasma. Doku, Fawke's toxicroak looked over at Fawke, "Crooooak" Doku muttered before walking outside.
"Haha! Smell ya later, dude! Thanks for the drinks again! If you decide to gamble again like Johnny told ya not to do... Weeell... Tell the boys I said hi!" Donovan said running out the door. "What's so funny?... Oh god! What's that odor! I think I'm gonna die in here! Dammit Donovan, you good for nothin' bum! Crack a window when you do that shhh!" Fawke said desperately running outside. He gasped for fresh air before going back inside spraying the entire room with flabebreeze. Doku walked into the room ,but backed up slowly as the now fruity scent filled the room. Doku didn't like this smell either ,but reluctantly walked through the living room to head into the next room.
Doku sat on its favorite spot in gaming room. a purple beanbag chair that only Doku was allowed to sit on. Doku took great pride in insuring that nobody was allowed to sit on his chair. Doku was swift in delivering punishment to anyone stupid enough to not know that the chair was his and his alone. Doku smiled as he stared out the window in contempt. Fawke was now getting dressed up in some clean clothes ,and looked at himself in the mirror.
Fawke was now wearing a dark blue shirt with a bright blue neon skull in the center of it. He wore a maroon leather jacket with white fur along the edges with bright red letters on the back that spelled out "Grim Creaper" on the back. He had a thick gold chain necklace as well as several gold rings. He dark olive green pants which were clean ,and had no holes or patches as well as his red socks ,and red running shoes with gray stripes on the sides. For all tenses and purposes Fawke was looking clean. The only thing left to do now was to comb his hair, brush his teeth, put on some deodorant, cologne ,and make himself more presentable.
When Fawke felt contempt with the way he looked he smiled ,and winked at his reflection before walking into the gaming room to see Doku chilling on his chair, "Get up Doku, were heading out! It's game night!" Fawke said. "Croooaak. Croooooaaak" Doku muttered before following Fawke. They headed outside.
gambling night was in Littleroot Town ,and Fawke had no valid driver's license nor any flying type pokémon. For all tenses and purposes, Fawke had to walk to Littleroot town from Rustburo City. Fawke was feeling too lazy to walk all the way to Littleroot City. He fiendishly decided to walk down to Johnny's place, and helped himself by walking in the backdoor unannounced. He looked in Johnny's fridge, "health bars... the hell is this shhh?! Where the heck are the rage candy bars? What the fff- Johnny! You watching your weight or something? Laaaaaame! You know we love you the way you aaaare!" Fawke yelled. He slammed the door shut in disappointment. Johnny didn't hear him as he was upstairs with headphones on.
The television was on in the living room ,but nodody was on the couch. Doku leaped from behind the couch and landed on the center couch cushion, "Don't get too comfy... Were leaving after I can get a ride" Fawke said. He began walking upstairs ,and kicked the door open, "Hey Johnny! I needs a ride man! Help a brother out! Come on man! Get up, and lets go. Please?" Fawke said.
Johnny turned with a somewhat unamused face. It were almost as if Johnny was expecting some sort of shenanigans like this. He took his headphones off, "I'm not flying you to another gambling night. Find another dumbarse to take you there. Don't look at me like that, fine! I'll fly you wherever you need to go. Except gambling night! I still remember those chumps showing up at my front door saying you owed them money! The heck is you doing gambling against loan sharks anyways?!?! I had to use my forretress to get them off my front lawn" Johnny said. "That's what friends are fooor! Just drop me off at Oldale" Fawke said as he began walking out of the room. Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, "That son of a bisharp is gonna be the death of me some day" Johnny said before following behind. "Get up Doku. Come on. You can watch tv tonight when we get home" Fawke said. "Crooooo" Doku muttered as he turned his attention away from the tv.
As soon as they had arrived in Oldale, Johnny had left on his skarmory and was now headed back to his house in Rustburo City. Fawke Fiendishly grinned as he headed towards Littleroot Town. As he arrived at the house, an older woman greeted him at the door. Sitting at the table in the living room was an old man in a fancy suit ,and had short grey hair underneath a fedora. He had two big burly men standing behind him. Most likely bodyguards. Across from him were a woman in a red dress and brown hair. She looked at Fawke with her mint green eyes ,and winked. Next to her was another man wearing a pikachu sweater and had short black hair. Across from the man in the pikachu sweater was Norman the Gym Leader. "Are you one of my husbands friends for gambling night?" The woman said. Norman looked over his shoulder, "Let him in, hun. You ready to go home empty pocketed again, Fawke?" Norman said with a smirk as he shuffled the cards. "I hope you brought money with you this time, Fawke. Getting real tired of you comin' around gambling away money you don't have" The old man said. Both of his bodyguards were looking at Fawke with intimidating expressions.
Fawke looked at them silently then back at the old man, "Aw shutup ya ol' bastiodon! Lets gamble some money and get me some money!" Fawke said rubbing his hands together ,and slapping a fat bundle of money on the table.
In less than one minutes Fawke had managed to lose half his money. In a last attempt effort to gain his money back he threw the remainder of his money on the table, "Double or nothing losers! Read it and weep! Read it and weep all you sons of-" Fawke yelled before being interrupted, "Shutup and play your hand" the old man said. "Straight flush ya old geezer! Get outta here with that shhh! Ya boy is going home, winner winner torchic dinner! I beat all your no good butts this time! Woooooo!!!!" Fawke chanted. "Uh huhuhuhuhu!" The man in the sweater chuckled before placing down a royal flush. Fawke looked down dumbfounded as the entire room burst into laughter. Fawke managed to find 20 extra pokédollars in his pocket ,and even managed to win x5 of what he brought in ,but through a fit of overconfidence lost it all in one turn, again.
To Fawke this was no big deal as he made a crazy ton of money ,and thus the money he lost was nothing more than chump change. Fawke was just happy to be walking away with his clothes still on him this time. Several of the people there agreed to have the next gambling night would be held in Lillycove City. Despite his inevitable loss, Fawke was contempt knowing that he managed to drink Norman, the man in the pikachu sweater ,and both the bodyguards under the table with the exception being the girl in the red dress, the old man ,and Norman's wife ,as they stopped drinking before they reached their limits.
Fawke began walking home slightly dizzy as he slowly headed towards Rustburo City. He wouldn't arrive at his house until two hours later, at 2:45AM. He would pass out on the floor face first next to his bed(a large waterbed). Doku would lay in his own bed which was a fairly large pokémon bed on the other side of the room. Earlier hat night at around 9:30PM, Johnny had sent Fawke and the others a group text message reminding them that they had a concert in Mauville City the next day.
(To be continued...)
Fawke looked at Donovan with a combination of confusion, frustration ,and somewhat impressed by his ability to keep drinking, "My dude... I got like a lot more and stuff in the fridge ,but dam... Come up for air! I don't really wanna explain to the boys in blue, why there's dead body in my house, again" Fawke said. A few seconds later Donovan's face turned red from laughter. He quickly finished his drinks, To Fawk's short lived blissful unawareness, Donovan had silently farted which was now filling the entire room with a horrid miasma. Doku, Fawke's toxicroak looked over at Fawke, "Crooooak" Doku muttered before walking outside.
"Haha! Smell ya later, dude! Thanks for the drinks again! If you decide to gamble again like Johnny told ya not to do... Weeell... Tell the boys I said hi!" Donovan said running out the door. "What's so funny?... Oh god! What's that odor! I think I'm gonna die in here! Dammit Donovan, you good for nothin' bum! Crack a window when you do that shhh!" Fawke said desperately running outside. He gasped for fresh air before going back inside spraying the entire room with flabebreeze. Doku walked into the room ,but backed up slowly as the now fruity scent filled the room. Doku didn't like this smell either ,but reluctantly walked through the living room to head into the next room.
Doku sat on its favorite spot in gaming room. a purple beanbag chair that only Doku was allowed to sit on. Doku took great pride in insuring that nobody was allowed to sit on his chair. Doku was swift in delivering punishment to anyone stupid enough to not know that the chair was his and his alone. Doku smiled as he stared out the window in contempt. Fawke was now getting dressed up in some clean clothes ,and looked at himself in the mirror.
Fawke was now wearing a dark blue shirt with a bright blue neon skull in the center of it. He wore a maroon leather jacket with white fur along the edges with bright red letters on the back that spelled out "Grim Creaper" on the back. He had a thick gold chain necklace as well as several gold rings. He dark olive green pants which were clean ,and had no holes or patches as well as his red socks ,and red running shoes with gray stripes on the sides. For all tenses and purposes Fawke was looking clean. The only thing left to do now was to comb his hair, brush his teeth, put on some deodorant, cologne ,and make himself more presentable.
When Fawke felt contempt with the way he looked he smiled ,and winked at his reflection before walking into the gaming room to see Doku chilling on his chair, "Get up Doku, were heading out! It's game night!" Fawke said. "Croooaak. Croooooaaak" Doku muttered before following Fawke. They headed outside.
gambling night was in Littleroot Town ,and Fawke had no valid driver's license nor any flying type pokémon. For all tenses and purposes, Fawke had to walk to Littleroot town from Rustburo City. Fawke was feeling too lazy to walk all the way to Littleroot City. He fiendishly decided to walk down to Johnny's place, and helped himself by walking in the backdoor unannounced. He looked in Johnny's fridge, "health bars... the hell is this shhh?! Where the heck are the rage candy bars? What the fff- Johnny! You watching your weight or something? Laaaaaame! You know we love you the way you aaaare!" Fawke yelled. He slammed the door shut in disappointment. Johnny didn't hear him as he was upstairs with headphones on.
The television was on in the living room ,but nodody was on the couch. Doku leaped from behind the couch and landed on the center couch cushion, "Don't get too comfy... Were leaving after I can get a ride" Fawke said. He began walking upstairs ,and kicked the door open, "Hey Johnny! I needs a ride man! Help a brother out! Come on man! Get up, and lets go. Please?" Fawke said.
Johnny turned with a somewhat unamused face. It were almost as if Johnny was expecting some sort of shenanigans like this. He took his headphones off, "I'm not flying you to another gambling night. Find another dumbarse to take you there. Don't look at me like that, fine! I'll fly you wherever you need to go. Except gambling night! I still remember those chumps showing up at my front door saying you owed them money! The heck is you doing gambling against loan sharks anyways?!?! I had to use my forretress to get them off my front lawn" Johnny said. "That's what friends are fooor! Just drop me off at Oldale" Fawke said as he began walking out of the room. Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose, "That son of a bisharp is gonna be the death of me some day" Johnny said before following behind. "Get up Doku. Come on. You can watch tv tonight when we get home" Fawke said. "Crooooo" Doku muttered as he turned his attention away from the tv.
As soon as they had arrived in Oldale, Johnny had left on his skarmory and was now headed back to his house in Rustburo City. Fawke Fiendishly grinned as he headed towards Littleroot Town. As he arrived at the house, an older woman greeted him at the door. Sitting at the table in the living room was an old man in a fancy suit ,and had short grey hair underneath a fedora. He had two big burly men standing behind him. Most likely bodyguards. Across from him were a woman in a red dress and brown hair. She looked at Fawke with her mint green eyes ,and winked. Next to her was another man wearing a pikachu sweater and had short black hair. Across from the man in the pikachu sweater was Norman the Gym Leader. "Are you one of my husbands friends for gambling night?" The woman said. Norman looked over his shoulder, "Let him in, hun. You ready to go home empty pocketed again, Fawke?" Norman said with a smirk as he shuffled the cards. "I hope you brought money with you this time, Fawke. Getting real tired of you comin' around gambling away money you don't have" The old man said. Both of his bodyguards were looking at Fawke with intimidating expressions.
Fawke looked at them silently then back at the old man, "Aw shutup ya ol' bastiodon! Lets gamble some money and get me some money!" Fawke said rubbing his hands together ,and slapping a fat bundle of money on the table.
In less than one minutes Fawke had managed to lose half his money. In a last attempt effort to gain his money back he threw the remainder of his money on the table, "Double or nothing losers! Read it and weep! Read it and weep all you sons of-" Fawke yelled before being interrupted, "Shutup and play your hand" the old man said. "Straight flush ya old geezer! Get outta here with that shhh! Ya boy is going home, winner winner torchic dinner! I beat all your no good butts this time! Woooooo!!!!" Fawke chanted. "Uh huhuhuhuhu!" The man in the sweater chuckled before placing down a royal flush. Fawke looked down dumbfounded as the entire room burst into laughter. Fawke managed to find 20 extra pokédollars in his pocket ,and even managed to win x5 of what he brought in ,but through a fit of overconfidence lost it all in one turn, again.
To Fawke this was no big deal as he made a crazy ton of money ,and thus the money he lost was nothing more than chump change. Fawke was just happy to be walking away with his clothes still on him this time. Several of the people there agreed to have the next gambling night would be held in Lillycove City. Despite his inevitable loss, Fawke was contempt knowing that he managed to drink Norman, the man in the pikachu sweater ,and both the bodyguards under the table with the exception being the girl in the red dress, the old man ,and Norman's wife ,as they stopped drinking before they reached their limits.
Fawke began walking home slightly dizzy as he slowly headed towards Rustburo City. He wouldn't arrive at his house until two hours later, at 2:45AM. He would pass out on the floor face first next to his bed(a large waterbed). Doku would lay in his own bed which was a fairly large pokémon bed on the other side of the room. Earlier hat night at around 9:30PM, Johnny had sent Fawke and the others a group text message reminding them that they had a concert in Mauville City the next day.
(To be continued...)