My Little Dive Bar [DW][O]

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My Little Dive Bar [DW][O]

POSTED ON Jun 6, 2023 13:04:57 GMT

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Uh? When somebody placed an order for a My Little Ponyta birthday cake, Biscotti didn’t expect to end up in this place. While it looked clean enough outside, the interior looked a lot like a biker bar. Honey eyes jumped from face to face, seeking out whoever bought the cake. But he didn’t want to assume one of them had placed the order. He doubted they’d take it well.

Bright birthday decorations hung from every corner. A ballerina in mache was settled against an old keg in the corner.

Most of the people were bearded and half were scarred. Minus the kids at the room’s center. They seemed pretty well-adjusted. Before he could get his bearings, one of the men at the bar approached. When he spoke, it reminded the college freshman of an angry bear. The words, however, weren’t a death threat. Just a question. “That my daughter’s cake?” Biscotti dropped his gaze to the pastry as if to confirm it was a cake he was holding and not handlebars or something. “Uhhh…." What were words? “Yes. Sir.” He offered the box to the man, who took it with a grunt.“Thanks for ordering from Kingsley’s.”

As the customer curled it against his chest, the man’s grey eyes met those of the delivery boy. “You want a piece? We got plenty.” His mustache wavered like a broom when he talked. A tip was pressed into Biscotti’s still-open palm. “Uh, no. I’m trying to watch my figure.” More comfortable now, Biscotti grinned. “I hope Elsie has a great birthday. Me and Sis put a lot of love into that design.”

A wave rippled through the room. It appeared the birthday girl was on her way! “Go out the back door, kid. I can’t ruin the surprise.” With a nod and an awkward salute, Biscotti tumbled into the cool Slateport night. At his side, confused by what had happened, Bow-Wow trotted. A noise to his right made him jump.
Probably a good idea to pay attention out here. This wasn’t exactly a nice place to be at night.

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My Little Dive Bar [DW][O]

POSTED ON Jun 7, 2023 17:18:55 GMT

LIBBY CLYNE

word 379	Biscotti Kingsley
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A slouched grey figure scurried through the outskirts. Hugging the darkness that lurked on every corner before casting suspicious glances on the occasional beams of light. A single, vibrant pink curl dangled from the tightly bound hood as the figures oversized and overpriced sunglasses glared at anyone that might be nearby. Bright pink phone was her only defense, hefty from the deco figurines of whatever was currently in style. At this moment it was slices of strawberry cake, glittering whipped plastic and dancing milcrey. She neither liked nor disliked it, especially since it had been an easy swipe. The phone too of course had been stolen as well. It was difficult living on the run from Team Rocket! How was she supposed to know it was an actual dangerous organization and not some small-town gang from the podunk farm town!

They weren’t really hunting for her; it was all rather fun and dramatic in her mind. To Libby, she was an oh so important even integral part of the small-town thievery, rather like the head lady in charge breaking free from the awful gang. When it was a five-minute drunken sign up with like-minded bored, poor, and materialistic girl gang! It’d been fun until they were all arrested! Then she was promptly divorced. Forced to take trains all the way back to Lilycove.

But she ran out of money halfway through and had been slinking around Hoenn stealing what she could. Now she was officially out of make-up! And hair products! And Falsies! She was hideous! Luckily the glasses hid most of her face along with the strawberry facemask. It was important that no one saw how repulsive she looked! Like a possum ready to play dead under the scrutiny of better lighting, she crawled around the darkness trying to find someone to steal from. Inching past a loud bar she tripped over a nothing straight into a trash can!

“Ugh oh no…” She lay sprawled outside the bar, still safely in the type of half light that encouraged crime. “Not again!” The grey ensemble had been accompanied by two mega pink kitten heels. One had clearly been glued on multiple times. Brown eyes locked in on a fuzzy red figure. An idea popped into her head. “Hey, are you really going to leave a girl laying in trash!” She screeched forgetting entirely that she looked more like a gray Muk then a damsel in distress.

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POSTED ON Jun 9, 2023 3:26:20 GMT

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My Little Dive Bar [DW][O]

POSTED ON Jul 16, 2023 2:17:12 GMT

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Oh! It was just a trash can falling over! No big deal! It happened all the time.

The person’s voice caught Biscotti’s attention. He continued forward, his head turning to face the dumpster diver. His hand lifted in a wave before his mind processed her words. After going a few yards, he stopped, started, and turned around.

“Uhhh….”It took him a minute to know what part of the woman to stare at. Honey eyes drifted first to the neon pink heels. They were the easiest thing to spot. Then, they bounced to the mess of grey at her chest. Realizing he looked like a pervert, Scotti quickly lifted his gaze to the stray lock of hair on her forehead. He shared a glance with his Pokemon companion. Finally, he shook his head. “Not if she doesn't want me to, I guess?”

It wasn’t like no one wanted to hang out in the trash. Rats and stuff did it all the time! And, once, he’d run into an actual freegan! They lived off of scraps.

Realizing he was still standing there, he decided it was time to move. “Let me help you up.” Moving closer, he offered a hand to the woman. It was covered in scars—all of them as dissimilar from one another as leopard spots. “I can give you one of my shoes if you want?” From here, he could tell that heel was designer but really busted up. “They might be a bit big, but I’ve got some napkins in here.” He’d meant to hand them out to the partygoers.

But he’d been way too shocked to actually do so. As he did so, he tossed out his Incineroar. Its bulky form loomed over him—bright blue eyes stared suspiciously down at the trash can Barbie. “Jangle might give you a piggyback ride if you nicely!”

As Biscotti moved to tug back, his eyes alighted on a face in the shadows. Was that a Stunky back there? For once, he was glad his nose operated at only 10 or 20 percent capacity. He couldn’t smell whatever it gave off.

A shriek from above drew his eyes skyward. It happened just in time to watch a Honchkrow blot out a nearby street light. It seemed to be looking for something.

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