Ainsley had been keeping track of this shit-show sorry-ass excuse for a 'Rocket Grunt' all damn day. She'd been waiting for him to make enough noise to warrant her doing something about it. From grape to blue raspberry lollipop, this guy had proved to be a real dumbass, but otherwise ... decently harmless. How boring.

Just then, when all hope seemed lost - during a bathroom break no less! - the dope attracted the attention of a League cadet. Her eyes were practically shining with excitement, lit with a grin across her lips. She crept her way around the battle and people who'd gathered to watch. Once behind the League cadet, she stood to her tiptoes in an effort to wrap her cold fingers around the base of his thick neck- if he allowed her movement, she'd pull her lips close to his ear slowly before giving a small peck to his cheek and then backing off completely.

Regardless of pointlessly fun flirting, she'd toss out a Levelball containing a Persian, who immediately hissed and started the offensive move to bounce on the bird. There were no hesitations in the Persian's movement, the feline was out for blood. She so loved to tear apart the features.

"You looked like you could use a bit of help, tough guy." Although her tone was light as expected from such a petite cotton candy frame, Ainsley's motive behind that tone was nothing short of poison. "I'm happy to assist."

And back into her mouth, her blue raspberry lollipop went.

Something like a giggle or perhaps a low purr came from Ainsley as she heard the tall brute tell her her Pokemon was nice looking.

"Oh, he's anything but." Ainsley admitted before giving a smile possibly too sweet for comfort. "Thanks, though. He does enjoy being told he looks appealing."

As they spoke, the Persian took the Staraptor apart. The poor bird didn't stand a chance. From Slash, a signature move, move the Power Gem the Persian was easily able to deliver, the Staraptor was completely defenseless against the playful Persian, who would allow it to retreat a bit just to pursue it.

"But, let's wrap things up, hm?" Without much thought, she took the lollipop from her lips and twirled the stick between her fingers. She crossed the battlefield without acknowledging the chaos around her with even a slight glance in either direction. Her focus was on the wannabe she'd been tagging all day. Once across the battlefield, the grunt fell to his ass and backed away from her.

"Return your Pokemon," her tone was cool, but her eyes held murder. "And run to the east exit." There may have been a Liepard waiting to tear him apart. "Before we break your Pokemon in half." Next came that sweeter than candy smile of hers.

Quickly the grunt withdrew his Pokemon and did as she asked, starting to run off. Her attention was then turned, with a quick 180, to the large brute of a sexy blonde behind her. Oh, and those eyes.

"Mmmm...." she put her hands behind her back with her lollipop stick sticking out of her lips. "I'm Ainsley."

Well, Ainsley couldn't call herself disappointed by his actions. As a matter of fact, they spurred something in her that had her grinning and clenching her hands together behind her back in an effort to not reach out and smash their lips together. She couldn't help how her thoughts traveled as he offered his hand out to her. Slowly her teal eyes traveled down his arm and to his fingers.

What did he taste like? Her thoughts aside, Ainsley took his hand and made a face. A face that said perhaps she didn't understand what they were doing.

"Are you an elder? Offering to shake my hand after an introduction." She was teasing him ... mmmmmostly.

"No, no, course you aren't." Ainsley told him with a grin. "And, as far as proving it, enlighten me. How would you go about proving that you're not just some old pervert." The grin she gave him said that she wouldn't mind him being an old pervert.

Honestly, Ainsley was into older guys. Older women. Anybody older than her. If she was with anybody younger she typically got annoyed by them and usually wanted to gouge out their eyeballs with a rusty spoon.

Honestly, Ken was speaking Ainsley's language. She had no fear in being taken and allowing him to do all he'd said... but in a way, she was confused. Did he think she wanted to play bottom this round? Play submissive? What a silly button.

Her Persian made his way over, popping the Level Ball he belonged within. He didn't want to be out and about anymore, sort of tired, sort of done. The Persian alerted Ainsley that they were in fact not alone and that they had Pokemon to take care of.

"Alrighty, Ken." Her tone was sweet, too sweet, dangerous sweet. "Let's get this show on the road, hm? Take me somewhere and try to pin me down." She waved one of her hands toward his four-armed muscle machine. "Might wanna get him taken care of though."