The poor Gardevoir struggled to find something that wasn’t torn apart or spilled on the food table - and nothing looked sufficient for her trainer. She sighed, looking over the content perpetrators and knowing there was nothing she could do that wouldn’t get her in trouble. But just as she was about to give up and relay the bad news to her trainer, a number of waiters emerged, carrying hors d'oeuvres. Perfect! And one was carrying stuffed mushrooms. Hideo loved mushrooms!

Hideo felt compelled to back Andy Blackadder up there. As if he needed it. “If Andy weren’t hurt, he could show you just how good a dancer he is! After all, he did teach me.” Even if he hadn’t done anything exciting, what he had done, he did well. “Once you’re all better, you’ll be back to being the dancing expert I know.”

Though before he could shill Andy any sooner, Hideo heard a distinct buzzing noise. Small wings flapping rapidly, getting closer. Before he could ask anyone what it was, he felt something land on his head. Small, light, fuzzy, and alive. And it was something familiar, per his Beheeyem’s Telepathy.

He plucked the thing off his head, instantly recognizing the shape of a Ribombee - and that it was small. “Pinky?” Hideo asked, feeling his Pokemon lazily move around in his grasp. He could feel his Ribombee move its face right into his palm...and he could feel a wet kiss.

A kiss that hurt. His Ribombee just planted a Draining Kiss on his hand.

“Pinky, ew!” Hideo scolded, pulling the affectionate bug off his hand.  "Pinky, what are you doing here?". He could still feel the saliva on his hand, and worse off, he could smell it too. And that smell was hard to mistake. “Are you drunk?”

How did he even get here? Did he sneak it under moonlight?

…

Hideo’s face froze in an uneasy frown as he began to sweat. How many of his other Pokemon came here too?

Summary: As his Gardevoir grabs some hors d'oeuvres, Hideo compliments Andy Blackadder 's dancing skills.  His attention is taken by his heavily-intoxicated Ribombee landing on his head and Drain-Kissing his hand.  Hideo realizes it's likely his Ribombee isn't his only Pokemon that'll crash the party.

Bounties complete: Reference hors d'eurves, reference stars/moon, compliment another character, kiss a pkmn/character, use a pkmn move

Noting Tempest Quinn's fish-out-of-water bewilderment, Gavin gives the hand that grasps his own a gentle, reassuring squeeze. It had been his idea to attend the soiree, a touch of normalcy amidst the chaos of post-occupied Sootopolis affairs.

Thanks for coming, is said with actions, not words.

"Drink, dance, gossip..."

Amber eyes skate over the mingling patrons, lips parted with the intent to make some cheeky remark about the posh Galarian parties of his youth. A smooth sweep of the room stutters with a recognition that seeds sudden discomfort.

It's evident in his eyes, a brief flash of raw pain before his expression shutters. His fingers once again tighten their grip, though this time more for his own benefit than that of Tempest Quinn. There's an apology in the furrow of his brow as his attention returns to his boyfriend in full — it shouldn't hurt, he shouldn't care, and yet there's no denying the ice and fire that prickle across his skin.

He presses his lips against Temp's jaw, chaste only in habitual respect for the formal setting. There's desperation in the gesture and a soft shiver to the breath that ghosts against his lover's skin.

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paying (almost) exclusive attention to Tempest Quinn
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