It doesn’t take long for Toni to find what she’s looking for. It was easy with her connections. Despite receiving a recommendation and essentially V.I.P. treatment, she’d been alone since she arrived. Not that it mattered, she is here for the entertainment and to scope out potential associates.

Perhaps she’s just intimidating. She’s leaned back, elbows resting on the back of the bench behind her. In one hand burns a cigarette, in the other she swirls a half-filled beer. So, it surprises her when the sapphire haired man sits down beside her. Just like he glances towards her, she returns the look. The dark brown eyes linger, she has nothing to hide in the way she looks him up and down, sizing him up as she does most people.

It doesn’t look like there’s an opponent lined up for him, so she changes that, “Hey, you,” she points towards a nearby spectator, “You got something that can fight his Incineroar?” The man looks dumbfounded for a moment but nods. Toni sets down her beer and reaches into her pocket, tossing a bit of cash at him, “Two hundred bucks to put it in the ring,” there’s a moment of hesitation before the stranger releases an Urasaring opposite King’s pokemon.

Two predators. She smiles in satisfaction, leaning back to take a drag of her cigarette.

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So, he’s one of those kinds of guys. Her smile brightens in anticipation. Alright, she’ll bite, “Oye!” she calls back out to the stranger, “Your friend got anything?” the man at his side looks between them and nods. Just like before, he’s thrown a bit of cash, “Same deal,” she motions towards the ring with her cigarette before turning back towards King, “I have a feeling I’m gonna like you,” she admits, her hand slipping into her jacket pocket to extract a zippo lighter. The metallic gears purr as a flame erupts. Manicured fingers delicately hold it out for King.

This time, a Pangoro is released from the strangers pokeball. The two bears growl, glancing at each in recognition before turning their attention towards the fire-type. The Pangoro readies itself with work up while the Ursaring leers menacingly.

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Somehow, the man has caught her attention enough to draw it away from the battle the erupts in the arena in front of them. A series of deep roars bellow as the bears take the offensive, swiping with steel claws and brute strength. There doesn’t seem to be much coordination, just a furious assault.

”buy you a drink?” she laughs, sipping her own beer. That’s earned, not given, “If your Incineroar beats these two bears, I’ll buy you a drink,” that’s when she would be impressed.

She mirrors the action, taking a drag from her own cigarette and exhaling slowly to fill the air in front of them with even more twisting whisps of white smoke. Her attention turns back to the battle.

“Toni . . . Yours?”

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She likes his confidence. Alright, so that already had something in common, she smiles, glancing over towards him, “I like ‘em expensive too, but this battle’s far from over, king,“ Royalty, she likes it.

A bear is thrown against the side of the arena, rattling the chain-link cage so hard Toni thought it might actually crumble beneath its weight. She leans forward slightly in anticipation, only to be disappointed.

”What do I get if the bears win?” a brow raises slightly as she looks back over towards him.

Speaking of drinks, she finishes the one in her hand, raising it with a nod to the bartender. It’s not long before another is brought over and the empty beer bottle is disposed of. V.I.P service.

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A fresh, chilled bottle wets her lips. Hr tongue slides over her slowly as her brows pinch in thought, “Hm, good question,” no one’s actually asked her that before. Most guys said some stupid shit like “a date” or “a drink” or something they thought she wanted.

Honestly, she can’t think of an Arceus damned thing. Anything she wants she just . . . takes. The way it seems the battle is going, she’s likely to lose any way but . . . just in case there’s a strange turn of events . . .

A predatory smile crosses her lips as she glances back over her shoulder towards him. The hand with the cigarette raises to point towards the cage, “That Incineroar.”

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Sweetheart, ugh. There’s a visible twitch of annoyance in the corner of her mouth. It’s snuffed out by the last drag of her cigarette before she extinguishes it beneath the toe of her black boot.

Eye remained fixed on him as she leans back again, her body turning slightly to face him. She can feel the but hanging idly in the air. Finally, he continues it. Although she agrees, she’s committed to play in their chess game, “I’ve seen crazier things happen . . . sure you’re willing to risk it?” she warns, keeping her attention trained on King for now.

If she really wanted it, she’d find a way to take it, not leave it up to chance. This is just entertainment.

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more than willing. She likes this game. It’s far more exciting than just watching the matches on her own. As his attention turns back to the match, so does hers. Her body shifts towards her focus, a sip of cold beer trickles down her throat, and an amused smile crosses her lips.

Ursaring is done, that much is obvious. Pangoro still looks like it’s got a shot. The two gentlemen that volunteered their pokemon didn’t seem as interested as King and Toni. It’s just another match, after all – and they already got paid.

“I can handle buying you a few drinks,” even if that meant suffering his presence that much longer. Honestly, though, she’s enjoying it. He’s fun.

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