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She was someone's favorite?[break][break]

Bailey Cooper blinked at the secretary's request, taken aback by the woman's enthusiasm. It was a harmless request, and she had to swallow her surprise. “Yeah, sure,” and she would pat down her person. “But, uh, I ain't got a pen...”[break][break]

The secretary passed a sharpie, and the Elite Four member pinched it between her fingers. “Aight, where do you want it?”[break][break]

The woman unbuttoned her shirt.[break][break]

“...Woah,” and Bailey quickly scribbled her signature, trying to not take in an eyeful. “I really am your favorite. Keep on... uh, fuck, keep on being you, alright?”[break][break]

Those were the only words of encouragement she could muster. [break][break]

Embarrassed, Bailey would return the sharpie and hoof it in the direction of the stairs. Somehow, despite the simplicity of the secretary's explanation, there was a moment where the Elite Four member was almost lost.[break][break]

But, when the stairs came into view, she would take to their steps and recall a time when she had been so shitfaced that stairs had seemed like a nightmare. Fernando would be able to recall that experience, unless his mind had been just as fogged by the liquor they had been consumed.[break][break]

That night of celebration seemed like it had happened years ago.[break][break]

“Yo,” was her greeting as she passed through the doors, entering the arena with a confidence that came from years of experience. While she did not posses the same number of badges as kyle lopez , she did not lack the sense of familiarity that came from standing across from a gym leader.[break][break]

As he polished his capsules, she snapped two from her belt; one for each hand. They fit snugly.[break][break]

Wind whistled through the exposed rooftop, and it was with that calling that she chucked her two capsules: Mandibuzz and Flygon manifested with a show of red light.[break][break]

“Hope you know that I'm not leaving empty handed,” and there was a pause. “Even if this flying stuff ain't what I'm used to.”

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Bailey smiled, letting her lips part to show the white of her teeth. An E4 challenge? On his home turf?[break][break]

“Fuck off,” she said with a light dismissal, rolling her shoulder in its joint just to loosen the muscle. “I want my first challenge to be in Evergrande, smack dab in the middle of that arena that they have all nice and pretty for me.”[break][break]

Her eyes scan the stretching emptiness of their arena. No floor, so her pokemon beat their wings to remain suspended. His own pokemon diametrically opposed to her own.[break][break]

She had a Gliscor of her own—she knew what they were about.[break][break]

When her pokemon glance over their shoulders, they'd catch the swirl of her finger. “You two know the drill,” and that was their signal to begin.[break][break]

Flatter initiated the combat; Mandibuzz fluttering its eyelashes in a coy manner directed to the Noctowl. Something to boost the owl's morale while intending to cause equal confusion.[break][break]

“Switch the glider out, Buzz,” because there were enough ground-types involved in this fight.[break][break]

The dragonfly pokemon would buzz its wings to life, pulling forward as it would aim to close the distance between itself and the floating gliscor. Then, with a twirl, the flygon would swing with the full strength of its tail as it deployed dragon tail.

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