"Did you know I was a lifeguard at one point? Just before I got my own boat." It'd been a summer job and it'd sucked. Skyler likes the beach well enough, it's the people who are the problem. Well, that and those countless hours having to do nothing but be on the lookout for stupid people drowning themselves. It had nearly driven her crazy.

In the end Skyler and Oscar had been able to escape the furious lifeguards, Gyarados swimming along the coastline and depositing them the farthest they could get without abandoning civilization. Thankfully, this particular stretch of beach boasted a tiny tiki bar, which Skyler had immediately helped herself to. A colorful paper umbrella slumps from behind her ear, already halfway drowned in wild golden curls. Grasped in her hand, a ridiculously neon cocktail catches the sunlight. It would quickly make its way down her throat.

She'd swiped some of the plastic flowers from the tiki bar and used them to decorate Oscar's hair - you look too pale, she'd said then. "It's a wonder you don't sunburned all the time." But worries had slowly trickled away as they made their way through the tiki bar's drinks. Honestly, by the end of the night her purse would be crying out in agony. But for now, she grins with troublesome mischief, drunk and hazy and happy.

The next day local news would report the theft of lifeguard supplies, along with an incident involving a beached wailord, the near-destruction of one of Slateport's statues (fuck 'em, they're ugly anyway) and a subsequent flooding of Slateport's beachside area. All in all, it was a good night.

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oscar clayton

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