Summer hadn't reached his peak of intoxication yet. Of course, she had arrived later than he had apparently, though she was preoccupied with her outfit and all the fine details. Not to mention, fashionably late was always Summer Prescott's motto.

Callan looked suave in his suit, the ABSOL details of his mask standing out and reminding her of her own Pokemon for a brief moment. Until, of course, his face was revealed behind the mask. Handsome and devilish as ever.

To the bystanders, it was probably a shock that he'd grabbed the CEO of Prescott Industries and planted a juicy kiss on her lips out of no where. Perhaps, to them, it was to be blamed on the alcohol. Surely it was a mistake, right?

Until Summer kissed him back with an equal fervor, her hand reaching to rest on his cheek as he pulled away from her. She squeezed his face with her hand, pursing his lips together with the squeeze.

"You have a little lipstick there," she pointed out with a cocky grin, barely registering the flashes of the cameras and the people speaking about them.

"Who do you think I am? A peasant? Of course I have a room. Come on, follow me."

Without another glance to the crowd, she took his hand, holding it way too intimately to be more than just friends as she led him to her suite. It was stocked with goodies and drinks, all to her request. After all, Summer was known to have business meetings at parties.

Though she was sure this one wouldn't turn out that way.

Callan Young

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"You and me both."

The world didn't want real news. Everyone lived through the rich and famous. Seeing their lives, wanting to know the latest scoop. Summer was familiar with it, even as a CEO. After all, she was a party girl at heart.

"I have none lined up, so don't worry your pretty head about any of that, my dear. Just take care of me like you always do."

She settled on the couch, a glass of alcohol in hand as she tipped it back and sighed contently. Then she laughed.

"Not necessarily. You have the look I like. Handsome and charming."

Callan Young

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Callan had a point. Summer had been in both positions before. She had been the one who'd changed, and she had seen others change. She could only imagine what he was like before he became a star, a gym leader, and now a member of the Elite Four.

An icon of the League. One of their handsome lover boys. She wondered how he'd react to knowing she was apart of the opposite faction. That she held a high enough rank that she was friends with the underbosses and admins of team Rocket. Or some of the things she had done to survive...

Summer slid into his lap, her knees locking around his hips as she sat as close to him as possible. Her glass of alcohol almost splashed over the edge, staining the couch, but she was deft enough to avoid the spill over. Her hat was tossed aside across the room, allowing her hair to fall over her shoulders as she drank.

"No. I haven't. It's hard to stay the same when people want you to change for them. It makes you callous and rough to the world..." she murmured, reaching to touch his chin.

Callan Young

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Summer wasn't sure how he was able to be so philosophical at a party, with alcohol ingested and the possibility and likelihood of drugs being passed around. She could hear music thumping outside like a heartbeat, which was almost enough to distract her thoughts from his statement.

Though one phrase caught her attention. "Whoever made Prescott Industries."

That alone was enough to sober her up for a moment, to make the feeling of nausea rise in her throat. Her gaze settled past him, her father's image resting there. That torture she'd endured, his psychological abuse, all the way to the end. When she ended it all for her brother's sake and her own.

Paranoia threatened to consume her, her blood growing cold and rising before Callan spoke her name again. He brought her out of her spiraling, back into the moment. Where she was sitting on his lap and looking down at his beautiful face. Did he think the same of her?

"It was the only thing that I knew to do," Summer admitted truthfully, almost sadly.

"I know no other life. I was trained for this, and only this. I was the heir, the prodigy. I don't know what else to do."

Callan Young

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Summer needed another drink. She needed a sniff, a smoke, something to start a buzz in her veins and send her head into the clouds. To forget. Perhaps she'd grab another one after she answered this question.

"Well, I'm going to be the best damn CEO in Hoenn. And I won't be anything like Merrick Prescott," she said.

Perhaps not an answer he was digging for, but Summer didn't have it in her to dig further. For Callan, he needed to know that she'd make her company prosper and fix the wrongdoings of her father. Was she DECEPTIVE? Of course.

But he was an Elite Four now. And she was in Rocket. The two didn't go together. And all she wanted their relationship to be was what they had. Cheerful banter and friendship, drinking, and hooking up. She didn't need affiliation to ruin that.

Slipping from his lap, Summer sauntered to the private bar in their room, mixing two drinks for the both of them. As returned, handing his over before sliding back into his lap with hers in hand.

"Is this what you wanted to do? Become an Elite Four, run a gym... everyone in Hoenn knows your name by now. Anyone would love to be in your presence and to be held by you. And still you picked me to spend your time with tonight. What do you see in me, Callan?"

Callan Young

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Summer's brows furrowed for a moment. He had to do this? Had to become famous?

She couldn't imagine why. There were a few times that she yearned for a quiet life, where people didn't ask her about her work and what her next move was. Was she getting married? Was she going to have a child soon?

"You know, the Prescott name is well-known! It has to continue!" they'd always tell her.

"But why did you have to do this? To put up with the sufferings that come with fame?" she wondered, tilting her head to the side.

"Your loved ones... the ones that care about you... they'd truly care for you regardless of fame or wealth. Would they not? I've never had that. A moment of privacy. My entire life has been broadcasted to the world, so I can't help but wonder why..."

Summer paused for a moment before she spoke again.

"I don't mean to sound judgmental or otherwise. I respect how you've risen to fame. I don't know how I would have otherwise met you. And I am grateful for that, Callan, whether you believe that or not."

Summer could imagine that they were both using each other for their own benefits. For fun and relieving each other from stress. But she enjoyed his company. She felt like she could just be Summer around him, not Summer Prescott. Let loose and be free, even if for a moment.

"How cruel. You don't wish to spend time with me tonight? Especially after that display of affection in front of the paparazzi..."

Callan Young

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