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Bailey knew how to keep her weekends interesting.[break][break]

The Sergeant rubbed at her sore elbow, trying to ignore the throb that came from the late night chill. On nights like this, she was reminded of the injury she suffered in Mossdeep, and how it continued to linger. The sea-breeze only enhanced the pain, even if she enjoyed the bite of salt in the air.[break][break]

Sootopolis had been going through some really stupid shit, but the Sergeant admired its late-night glow as she waited for this event to begin. From down at the shoreline, she could look up at the slope of white buildings that followed the inclines of this oceanic perch—it had always been too ritzy for her, like the feeling she felt when walking through the upper-distract of Slateport or the Mauville Hills.[break][break]

Nice from a distance, but nauseating up close. An unfortunate byproduct of the people that usually occupied these places. persephone amavi existed in her mind as an exception.[break][break]

“A'ight, this is probably gonna break every sound ordinance that this fucking place has, so we're gonna have to scram in an hour. I got my radio on me, so if I get a call in, I can give everyone the notice to scram!” She would shout to the crowd, who would cheer and raise their glasses. Sometimes, it could be cool to be a cop. Sometimes, it was cool to let people break the rules... just a little bit.[break][break]

Bailey would smile as she stared at the hastily assembled arena, where the only lights existed from the ring of hastily gathered floodlights. Music was blaring. Trouble loomed on the horizon. Coolers were split open, and pokemon were dressed in skin-tight attire that would accentuate their features.[break][break]

She wasn't going to pass up on an amateur pokemon wrestling competition—not when one of her pokemon was an active enthusiast. It was the latest trend that swept in from Alola, and it had immediately captured the hearts of every battle enthusiast.[break][break]

Tooty the Tsreena donned her black eye mask, evolving from her prissy, reserved self into her beloved alias: Clobberella, the menace of the ring, that would mercilessly beat her opponents into submission with her kicking furry.[break][break]

It was going to be a two-v-two matchup, and Bailey Cooper looked over to the ally that they had been assigned for this “short” Tournament—a Tournament that would most likely be interrupted, if people started to file noise complaints. “Guess we'll be getting to know one another,” and she cracked her beer as her Grass Pokemon stretched for the upcoming fight.[break][break]

Adam Shepard seemed alright, though she barely knew him. He had to be cool if he was wrapped up in something like this, right?

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