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(IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I'VE POSTED ANYTHING, BUT I'M STILL ALIVE AND HAVE CRAFTED THIS LITTLE PIECE.)

Christine sat on the barstool with one leg crossed over the other, letting the delicate smoothness of her beer trickle over her tongue. Her eyes constantly scanned the room with ever-increasing exasperation, searching for something or someone to bring that spark of interest into her evening. The curvaceous female Blaziken had already endured a night's worth of pitiful come-ons by hopelessly drunk males, their pick up lines becoming more and more generic with each successive attempt. One fox had even come up and offered to buy her the customary drink that always preceded the clumsy advance, and told her she was "hot".

Being a fire-type pokémon, this was obviously true. But the way he had winked and wiggled his eyebrows in the way someone did when they thought they were making an oh-so-clever pun, enraged her. She was sorely tempted to show him just how hot she was, being perfectly capable of destroying his face with a gout of flame from her beak. But she had resisted, and sent him on his way with a glare followed by a finger. She did enjoy the bar scene and the mild buzz the alcohol gave her after a long day, but she wasn't one to suffer fools.

Christine was quite stunning to behold; long legs, womanly hips, vibrant feathers and full c-cup breasts so she was used to being ogled, it had actually fostered quite an ego in her... but the territory always seemed to come with the same stupid males coming at her with nothing to offer. Still, she held out some hope that there would be someone to come along and truly catch her interest. But she viewed the possibility as increasingly unlikely through the distorted bottom of her glass, which she had upended to down the rest of her beer, fading further and further from her mind as her thoughts turned to the various televisions in the bar.

Devon tucked his wings against his back and ducked inside the dimly lit room, bending down slightly so he didn't hit his head on the top of the doorframe. Immediately he was greeted by the smell of alcohol and second-hand smoke. Incoherent shapes and figures became more visible as his eyes adjusted to the change in light and made plain the numerous people imbibing in a few drinks and watching sports on the large plasmas. The white dragon nodded in greeting to a few of the people he'd met there before and made his way to the bar. His white scales flickered with reflected light from the TVs as he plopped himself down on a vacant stool to order himself a Coor's. As he sat there quietly, sipping from his beer and letting his eyes occasionally wander around the room whenever his attention span regarding the television would wane. On one of his casual glances his eyes hit a snag... a big red one.

A breathy sigh escaped Christine's beak as boredom started to take over. She, too, was quickly beginning to lose interest in the meaningless drivel being flashed across the flatscreens. Her eyes also began to seek out additional forms of entertainment or occupation. Cheek propped up on one palm, elbow on the bar her vision slowly scanned her horizon... but abruptly stopped when her gaze locked with that of the white-scaled dragon also reclining at the bar some thirty feet away. Ordinarily her eyes would have passed right over him, but there was something about him that seemed... subdued, almost placid. And the fact that he was staring right at her caught her attention as well.

Devon's eyes held the gaze of the Blaziken femme for a few seconds before he smiled slightly and turned away again. Christine kept watching him expecting to see his eyes wander back her way. The young Blaziken had been on the receiving end of many a' longing stare and the object of many a' voyeur's eyes so she was no stranger to men trying to sneak in another look at her. Her experience of men fawning over her had impressed upon her a sense of normalcy concerning such behavior. So, when the dragon's expression still did not wander after watching him for about an entire minute she huffed with frustration.

"Really?" she muttered to herself with a scowl on her face. By her logic this male had some nerve not paying her any mind. However, the white dragon's apparent obliviousness was such a departure from the norm for Christine. She was a little irritated about being ignored, but the nonchalance with which she'd been dismissed made her curious.

"So what's up with you?" came the sharp inquiry, which jolted Devon out of his resumed attention to his beer and the television. He turned with a somewhat shocked expression to see Christine had walked over and took a seat at the barstool beside him. Her expression was at once searching and expectant at the same time, demanding an answer but trying to size him up at the same time. Nevertheless, the forwardness and the demanding tone of her query made Devon feel a little defensive himself.

"I dunno, just sitting here. That's not a problem is it?" he asked her while turning to regard the Blaziken with a snide glare. With her sitting next to him he could observe her beauty more closely, even if it involved looking through her expectant facial expression.

"I KNOW you saw me, yet you didn't say anything. Why?" Christine asked as she propped her elbow on the bar so she could rest her head in her hand, continuing to look at the dragon with a searching leer.

Devon's eyes flashed back at hers, not really understanding what this young Blaziken had in mind in approaching him like she was, but as docile as Devon was he still wouldn't shy away from putting who he deemed to be self-righteous in their place. "Sorry. It was not my understanding that you merited additional consideration beyond that of the innumerable individuals with whom I lock eyes on a daily basis." The dragon quipped and gave a small, curt bow. It was said in a plain voice, but the sarcastic inflection and the avalanche of his deep vocabulary was the most discreet and subtle venom he could spit back at her.

Christine just stared at the white dragon for another moment, not quite sure how to process what she'd just heard. The young female wasn't angry so much as she was surprised, and even then the surprise didn't mutate into indignation. The overuse of colorful words and eloquent sentence structure threw her for a loop. "Well, can't say you don't have my ear now. What's your name?" The avian spoke to the dragon with a bit of a smile tugging upwards on one of the corners of her beak.

"What do you want?" Devon asked, finding himself growing more than a little agitated with the Blaziken's demeanor by the minute.

"Well, now I just want to talk. What's a person like you doing in a bar like this? I don't know exactly what kind of person you are, but I know what kind of person you're not.

Devon cocked an eyeridge at her. "Do you now?"

Christine gave him a confident smile out of the edge of her beak. "Certainly not a man who comes to bars to pick up women or to really do anything else constructive."

"You really do have an over-elevated opinion of yourself, don't you." the white dragon said as if he was speaking of a revelation he'd just had. It wasn't meant to be a question and his inflection did not follow that template. It was meant as a more subtle insult.

"If having men fall over themselves constantly to catch your favor then I guess I do." The sultry Blaziken answered and slid up onto the barstool next to him. "Christine." She chimed in a smooth voice while holding her hand out to him, palm down. The ivory-scaled drake looked down at her hand, then back up to her face with not the slightest hint of a grin. She was eyeing him right back with that same smile on her face and a wondering twinkle in her eyes. Would he play the game or not?

"Devon. Charmed, I'm sure." Devon answered in a mildly patronizing tone while taking her hand and shaking it.

The fire pokemon's smile widened a little more. If this drake were the typical bar-dwelling man trying to hit on her she'd obviously have felt his lips against the back of her hand in the usual attempt at being romantic. Here was a proud man who was secure in himself and his thoughts. He hadn't performed the pathetic little gesture of kissing her hand in that attempt to be suave and romantic which always made her roll her eyes, but had responded with a bit of an old staple: "Charmed, I'm sure", but his tone of voice wasn't sincere. The emphasis on the phrase was overdone enough to spill into the point of sarcasm, and she picked up on it easily.

"Well, since I'm over-elevated why not have a couple of drinks with me so we can be on the same level...?" she offered while keeping that same erotic smile and those smoky eyes and even leaning back a little bit to show off her body to him. Her back was arched slightly so her chest was thrust forward just a bit, the ample cleavage she had exposed on beautiful display as she flicked her shoulder-length blonde hair from her face.

Devon kept looking at her for another few moments before smiling to himself, shaking his head and giving a light chuckle to himself. "Sure, why not." He said and made a motion for the bartender, a rather old German Sheppard, who walked over. "I'll have another Coor's, please." The dragon said and slid the canine a five-dollar bill. The bartender then got up, walked over to the fridge beneath the bar and pulled out a cold can of beer, returning with it and Devon's change moments later. This was followed by a few seconds of Devon and Christine staring at each other expectantly before she finally realized that he wasn't going to buy her a drink as well.

"I can't figure out if you're completely and totally oblivious, or just an asshole." She remarked and gave her short-feathered tail a swish, turning on her barstool to order herself a shot of Skyy vodka.

"I think that's for you to decide. I already know what I am, and I think I have a pretty good idea of what you are. But first impressions can be deceiving, right?" the white dragon churred, the words rolling off his tongue in a sophisticated way as he decided to just go with it and indulge this cocky and self-righteous female. It certainly would be more interesting than just sitting there for hours staring at the absence of anything good on the TVs.

"Sometimes." She retorted.

And so began close to an hour of conversation between the sultry fire pokemon and the steely-eyed white dragon. Their topics varied, but what caught Devon's attention more than what they were talking about was the increasing number of empty vodka glasses on the counter as their discussion went on.

Christine almost never got drunk, she was always the one who sat there and watched as the men who she was talking to got themselves plastered. But this night had procured a refreshing scenario and an increasingly handsome individual who she thought knew how to play the bar pickup game as well as she did. And as the night went on he enthralled her so much that even she, seasoned barfly that she was, lost track of how much alcohol she's let into her system.

"And that's why... I've n-never liked my mother." The Blaziken finished another sentence undoubtedly following a string of many. But at this point Devon wasn't really paying attention, just growing more and more uneasy.

"Don't you think you've had enough to drink?" Devon ventured with an eyeridge cocked at the very-inebriated Blaziken.

"Fuck you. I... know when I've had t-too many..." she slurred amidst a few hiccups with her eyes glazed over. She made a noise of indignation and spat another curse at him when he grabbed her wrist, stopping her beckoning motion to the bartender in the process.

"Come on, I'm taking you to my place." He said resolutely and pulled Christine to her feet.

"Ooh l-look at mister suave-scales. Thinks h-he's... going to get himself lucky..." the feathered femme chided back to him in a tone soaked with contemptuous sarcasm, being too uncoordinated to in any way resist or even stand on her own.

"I WOULD call you a cab... but you're getting even more bitchy than you were before." Devon retorted with a bit of his own irritability leaking into his tone. "And if you stay here long enough for one to get here you're just going to cause more problems for the other people in here."

The blaziken might have objected but ever since she'd started to interact with the big drake she'd been very impressed with him. Intrigued, she was, by his apparent aloofness to her body and presence, which she'd only known men to desire with the utmost ferocity. Ordinarily if someone had tried to drag her out of a bar and into a car she's have lit them up. Literally. But whether she knew it or not, she'd hardly ever been as drunk as she was now. It took all of her remaining equilibrium to stay on her two clawed feet as the drake led her to his truck, a dodge Dakota and had to actually pick her up due to the fact that she couldn't handle the two-foot step up into the front seat.

Over the next ten minutes Devon mentally thanked himself that he only did live that far away as the inebriated Blaziken's drunken ramblings were really starting to grate on his nerves. Eventually the two of them pulled up to his driveway in front of his house, the white dragon putting the truck in park and walking around to open the door for her while ignoring her chiding glance at his chivalry. In truth, he was more concerned about her even being able to get out of the car on her own than being chivalrous.

"Y'know... I don't even know why I'm doing this." She said, swaying slightly as she got on her feet after having been helped out of her door by the drake. "Coming home with you..." Christine slurred just a bit as Devon ushered her towards his front door.

"Funny, I don't even know why I'm BRINGING you." He retorted. "I'm not doing this for you... I'm doing it so the other people in the bar can go about their night in peace, not for anything else."

"Oh suuuure..." came her snide verbal prod. But in her alcohol-addled mind she was finding Devon's forwardness to be more and more appealing. The fact that he seemed to be indifferent to her obvious beauty intrigued her and made him rather attractive to her. This she mused to herself as she walked towards his front door with him walking next to her. But it wasn't until he'd opened the door for her, ushered her inside, and closed the door behind them that her rising interest in the white-scaled drake melded with her drunken state, and the notion she'd always possessed that no man could resist her translated into action.

Devon let out a startled noise as the curvaceous, yet inebriated female pressed him forcefully against the door and kissed him roughly, her behavior catching him completely off-guard. He knew she was drunk, but this was a whole new level. He struggled against her kiss, it being difficult due to her also being a fighting-type pokemon... and her also having pinned his hands at his sides with a firm grip. Devon finally managed to get one free and pushed her off him as hard as he could. Christine made a noise similar to the one he made when she'd kissed him, the force with which he'd shoved her back sending her slamming into the opposite wall.

It was at this point that all the alcohol on her system combined with the physical shock of hitting the wall finally took its toll as consciousness left her. She fell forward and collapsed onto the floor with a lifeless 'thud'. It took a moment for Devon to regain his sense of awareness in the wake of his knee-jerk reaction, but one he did he took in a deep breath and let it out in a heavy sigh. "Great..." he growled, walking over to where she lay and tapping her on the cheek a few times. When she didn't respond he sighed again and stooped down to pick her limp form in his strong arms, at least noting that she was still breathing.

He walked down his hallway with the Blaziken held to his chest and kicked open the door to his bedroom. The white dragon set her down atop his sheets, the bed's frame creaking slightly as it took her weight. "Sleep it off." He said softly, dismissively.

However, just as they had at the bar, his eyes once more ceased to relinquish their gaze upon her. Now that she was, well, quiet... it was much easier for him to take stock of her beauty in more detail than before. Even through her clothes, modest as they were (a simple Slayer band t-shirt and some blue jeans), he could clearly see the outlines of her very shapely female form. His eyes roamed her landscape, following her long and powerful legs up to her shapely hips, higher still over her lithe and fit belly and eventually on the swell of her ample breasts. He imagined they must have been at least a C, but shook such musings from his mind. However, he couldn't help but revere the beautiful plumage that she wore. Just as he couldn't help reaching down to very gently run his fingers along the feathers of her neck.

"So soft..." he murmured to himself as his fingers glided through her immaculately soft feathers before drawing away, regarding his unconscious guest with a slight frown. "... yet so rough around the edges." Devon finished in his head while taking a moment to drape a blanket over the sleeping pokemon and then turning on his heel, closing the door behind him to let her rest.

Devon walked into his living room, tiredly flopping onto his couch. It did fold out to become a futon, but the evening's events had left him mentally exhausted and exasperated. He just stretched himself out over the length of the couch and lay his head on a pillow he grabbed from nearby. Not even a minute past before he joined Christine in slumber, albeit his was a bit more peaceful.

(Short, I know. But I thought it prudent to at least post something. What will happen in the morning? O.O)