Oof, this was a bad matchup. Flat out, the odds were not in Paulie's favor and the murkrow knew it. Looking upon the jolly abomination filled Paulie with dread, and his twig-like knees would begin to shake with fear. Nevertheless, he was expected to fight. While he may have felt disheartened, he would give this battle his all.

Oscar chuckled at Amor's suggestion, "You know, I was gonna offer the same deal. You got yourself a bet." Oscar wasn't too worried about this fight. I mean, drinks with Amor fucking Rose afterwards? He won no matter what.

It was time to begin, and Oscar would make the first move. "Paulie! Execute preparations!" Paulie launched into the air, his body swirling as air rushed around him. This gust heightened his speed, allowing for greater maneuverability during this likely frantic fight (Tailwind). Once in the air, Paulie began to caw incessantly. 

Its caw rapidly shifted into a terrible melody, and while it was horrid as it was annoying its worst trait would be its catchiness. With this terrible tune stuck in its head, Paulie hoped to Torment the dracozolt and make the fight more even.

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Paulie was ready to rumble. He had prepared the best he could and was excited to make his move. Training with Oscar was a brutal process, but he believed he had learned enough to make it through this battle. Perhaps even win! Paulie aimed himself at the dracozolt, and--

Was fried by the discharge.

For a moment Oscar thought Paulie had just fuckin' died right in front of him, an idea strengthened as the bird fell to the ground with comical abruptness. Oscar folded his arms, waiting to respond to Amor until he knew if Paulie were dead or not. The murkrow let out a cough, rolling onto his back as he heaved out smoke. Oscar nodded and smiled, "It's quite alright, failure builds character. Wouldn't you agree Paulie?" 

Paulie let out a sound that could have been a caw, but it was kinda hard to tell. Oscar withdrew the bird and shrugged.

"That was way quicker than I thought it'd be but you won fair and square, where are we drinking?"

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Oscar's cheeks turned red as he scoffed at Amor's accusation. He fluttered his hair a bit, a failed attempt to mask his embarrassment. "No sir! You think I wanna pay for drinks? The very idea of losing on purpose, of all the nerve." Oscar shoved his hands into his pockets, turning his head away as he grouchily waited for Amor to make his choice.

Luckily it didn't take that long, and Oscar was soon lead to the last place he expected. Amor was certainly full of surprises, this seedy little alley bar was the last place Oscar thought they would land. Amor was in the driver's seat though, so Oscar questioned nothing and followed him in like a good investor in debauchery. 

Oscar sat down next to Armor, and as the victor gave his order the portly bartender would peer toward Oscar wearily. Oscar blinked, furrowing his brow at the man's apparent skepticism. "Two of that please. Leave the bottle." The bartender shrugged, walking off to retrieve the drinks. Oscar sighed as tension flowed out of his body, and as he took in the atmosphere he would begin to relax.

"I have to admit, this was a nice choice. Been here before?"

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As Oscar took a sip of his own drink, he would shake his head. "Not weird at all. Probably the opposite of weird. What is that, natural? Normal? You get it." He set his glass down, the courage it granted filling him with the urge to reveal some of his backstory.

"I grew up rich y'know? Family was old money, kept their accounts filled with construction. Good ol' Infinity Industries. I was given a lot of freedom and was expected to be responsible with it. Sure wasn't, so they cut me off. I lived on my own for about a decade, and let me tell you the perspective that granted has proven invaluable."

Oscar used to hate the hardships of his past, but seeing where those struggles had gotten him put his life before into a new light. He'd be half the man he was now if it weren't for those years of clawing ruthlessly toward what he was owed. He would surely be a less competent criminal at the very least.

Oscar smirked, "Earned my way back, but my mindset never really left those days. I find comfort in simplicity, now more than ever."

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Friends? Hm, yes Oscar supposed they were friends. He wouldn't be out drinking with an acquaintance after all. The thought made Oscar smile, it brought him comfort to know that he could still form connections with good natured people. Oscar sipped his drink, chuckling to himself as he put down the empty glass.

Oscar decided to use what he learned from Amor to jump into a related but different topic. "You've been all over eh? Ever been to Orre? Made a huge mistake going there in my youth. Attended a party on a train, fucking crazy night. Raiders derailed it though, nearly died. One of many dumb decisions I made."

Oscar chuckled as he poured himself another glass full of whiskey. He offered the bottle to Amor, "Top you off?"

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Oscar nearly choked on his drink as he heard Amor's story, leaving a burning sensation lingering in the back of his throat. He laughed despite the pain, a hardy chuckle with a sprinkle of astonishment. "I have enough Galar friends to know that kinda shit is totally plausible. Fuckers never got the memo that chivalry and knighthood died as soon as they stopped using Wooloo for currency."

Oscar felt well within his rights to make fun of Galar as much as possible, considering his ancestors hailed from there. He returned his attention to his drink, taking a nice long gulp as Amor talked about liars and intricate webs of deception. If Oscar weren't such a good liar, he probably would have laughed again. The irony in Armor's statement considering who he was conversing with was comedy gold. 

Oscar put his drink down gently, "You seem to do fine without it. That takes a lot of skill right there, I can respect that." 

This would be the last serious topic they would probably discuss. Several drinks passed, and soon Oscar would be more than a little bit intoxicated. As they got halfway through a second bottle, we can see just how far their inebriation has brought them. 

"So--like I don't mean to be vulgar but like--do pokemon have dicks? I've--I've never seen a pokedick before. Isn't that weird? How---how do they breed? I don't get it. Nature's fuckin' wild dude..."

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