The man requested to put his Houndoom. Of course, Elliott didn't mind. "Go ahead. She's pretty friendly," he said.

Enya was busy sniffing the ground again with Hestia, but as soon as she heard the patting noise, her head perked up, and she trotted over, her spiked tail wagging in the air. She plopped down between his legs, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she got the pets she definitely believed she deserved.

"Elliott Jenkins. Nice to meet you-" Wait a second. The shower was coming. That meant the soiree was going to end soon.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. I gotta go for a sec. Enya, Hestia, stay!" He looked at Remiel. "I'll be right back."

He took off through the maze, miraculously finding his way out, and darted back into the building. Where was he? He promised he'd see Cian at some point tonight, right?

Elliott was out of breath on the dance floor, looking like a fool when he spotted him. "Cian! Over here!" He waved him down before taking off in a sprint, almost tackling his friend as he skidded to a halt.

"Sorry. I got lost." And didn't pay attention.

When he got the request to go to Dewford Town, Elliott was going to deny the mission. However, he remembered that one, he needed money, and two, well, you don't really tell Rocket authorities no, did you?

So, he cancelled his plans for the day, got black clothes and a mask to hide his identity. Slapping a cap on his head, he made his way to Dewford.

The location was a storehouse not far from the shore, apparently holding boxes of pokeballs that had Galarian-type pokemon in them. He peered into one of the wooden crates, seeing the balls waiting there for transport.

No wonder the League was itching to take them back.

Elliott fixed his sleeves down his arms, Enya walking beside him as he wandered the building.

He heard a noise, startling him at first. "Who's there?" His Houndoom was poised to attack if need be, standing tall beside her trainer.

Elliott grabbed the tube of lip gloss he had in his pocket, smearing it over his lips to give them a tint of color to complete the look after the other greeted him. "Alright, let's get started." He followed after Mint, giving a small wink to the Mareep that wagged its tail at him.

They wandered to the roulette table, though Eli made sure to pick up a tray on the way to blend in as a waiter. He certainly looked like one, with the enhanced features and the outfit.

He leaned over one of the player's shoulder, observing. "It seems like you're on a lucky role, hmm?"

Elliott's tone was unlike his normal one, smothered in honey-like sweetness to try and trap the customers of this casino in his grip. He flashed a sweet smile at the man, beckoning Mint over.

"Look at him! He's on a role," he cooed to his friend, indicating that their first target was in front of them.

The man seemed all too pleased to be getting such attention, flaunting around his riches. "Well, with two beautiful individuals like yourselves here, maybe I'll get even more money, eh?" He threw a wink at them.

Inside, Elliott died a little.

It was ironic that people would hire a thief to protect their herd of Wooloo from thieves.

Well, not many people knew that Elliott Jenkins was a thief on the side of his modeling career. He was money driven, but society believed he took many modeling jobs instead of robbing someone.

They didn't need to know the sick irony.

He walked to the farm in Oldale he was supposed to meet his partner at, Enya and Hestia at his side. The two dog-like pokemon sniffed the Wooloo excitedly.

"Hey, leave them be, alright? They're probably scared of you," he scolded them, giving them a narrow-eyed look.

He hoped he wouldn't get a weird farmer's tan out here. That'd be a lot for the makeup team to cover up.

Elliott just grunted, letting a silence fall between them. Until Cian deliberately stepped on his foot.

"This."

He stepped closer and tried to grab his friend in a headlock, giving him a noogie before letting him go. He stuck his tongue out.

"You think we've cleared enough of the forest to call it quits?" he asked.

Well, this dude didn't seemed phased by his Houndoom's appearance, or his own. Strange. Elliott shot Hestia a look as Enya trotted back over, looking like she won the lottery.

"You didn't do anything," he reminded her, though she remained blissfully unaware of the fact.

Sighing, he looked back at the man. "Her name's Enya. She likes to cause trouble sometimes, but I guess since that thing is pretty rare, well..." Eli shrugged. "Makes sense she darted through the bushes. I'm just glad Hestia listened to me instead of following her like she normally does."

His Ninetails had approached to look at the crater now, though the Minior was gone into the stranger's luxury ball.

Elliott wanted to be a smartass again. It was his schtick, you know? But, he realized that this guy that Cian was with really seemed to be important to him. So, he kept his mouth shut, nodding instead.

"Alright. I'll be cool," he promised, giving him a genuine look that he was going to keep his word.

But back to being the classic Elliott.

"I call bull," he said with a laugh. However, he paused, looking at Cian for a moment before sighing. "Fine, fine. One dance. As long as you don't step on my feet." Eli smirked at him.

"Who'd want to date your dumb ass?" Elliott teased, giving him a smirk. "Nah, but forreal? That'd be cool. He chill?"

As long as this dude wasn't a snob. Couldn't stand those.

"Nah. I think I'm just gonna show up. Stay for a bit for public appearance and then leave. I don't know anyone who'd wanna go with me," he said, kicking a stick in front of him.

Elliott found himself rather bored after leaving his altercation with ruslan skye and victor evans. Not to mention, he couldn't seem to find CIAN MAHER in the crowd (but the truth was, he didn't try hard enough). He gave up being inside with this vast crowd of people and wandered outside.

There, he felt like he could breath again. It wasn't suffocating like it had been inside, and Eli's pokemon seemed rather pleased to be able to wander around a bit more freely.

"Hey, don't go too far- Enya!"

His Houndoom took off into a hedge, seemingly swallowed up by the leaves. Eli gave a defeated look to Hestia, who looked tempted to follow after her.

"No, you have to track her. Come on." His Ninetails took the lead in trying to decipher the trail to find wherever Enya took off to. It took a few twists and turns, but finally they found her.

And another partygoer?

"Is she bothering you?" Elliott asked, shooting a look to Enya. The Houndoom trotted over, looking pleased with herself. "Sorry. She took off. Must have smelled that thing," he said, pointing toward the crater.

"Good fucking riddance."

Elliott was still on edge from the attack, his hands shoved deep into his pockets as he looked around from left to right for any sign of an attacking pokemon. Why did he have to be attacked and not Cian?

"Huh?" Oh right. The Soiree. "Oh, yeah. That. I guess I should go. It's good for my public image, according to my manager," he said with a snort, a small smirk finally appearing on his face since the pokemon used LICK on him.

"What about you?"

This guy was pathetic. He looked ready to burst into tears any second, and his answer was articulated with a growl of his stomach. It only added to the amount of "pathetic" that was bursting off of him.

He was terrible at stealing. Obviously he didn't know what he was doing, or else his pokemon didn't know what they were doing.

It reminded Elliott of himself when he had begun stealing at a younger age.

"Well, get your ghost types away from me and come on." It was a begrudging demand, but Eli released him from his hold against the wall, tucking his hands into his pockets as he began to shuffle away from the end of the alleyway.

"Fucking chicken nuggets are the reason you tried to steal off someone. Stupid." Even with insults, he still expected the other to follow him.