“They don’t. And the Purrloin around the area? Complete and total pests. Very annoying. Always scavenging through trash cans and causing a racket every single damned night,” he added with his own scoff of disapproval.

Hell, Nimbasa was leagues better than Castelia—if only because half of Nimbasa was a fucking theme park built around the place.

“Ah. As for that—I left Unova almost a decade ago. So wherever garden that is you trashed should be rebuilt by now…” he trailed off as he finished the first spoonful of caramel.

Just as he was about to pour himself one more shot, he saw that both the bottles were empty… wow. They blew through the whole thing? Damn. Looking over to where Skyler had calmed down, he blinked and wasn’t surprised that she’d fallen asleep, snoring softly.

Biting back the urge to chuckle, he got himself another spoonful of caramel as he looked around for a blanket he could place over her. Didn’t want to leave her all sleeping like that, right?

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Eventually, morning would come—the place would be cleaned up; and the Skyrider badge, still on the table where he’d left it. The shot glasses and empty bottles were gone, of course.

Tucked under the badge is a calling card for the Fortree Rescue and Treatment Sanctuary, with his own personal number on the back. Scribbled on the back side of the card were the words, ‘if you want another drink, you know where to call’.