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[rivalappeared]

Alright, who among us is pissed off that our summer included a flood, a freakshow hotel, and a hostile takeover by a megalomaniacal robot bitch, only to bring us right back to the beginning of classes? I don't know about you, but that's not my idea of a good vacation.

That's why I'm throwing a party. Get drunk, be merry, all out of the kindness of my massive heart. Location and date to be determined. Dragmire, what's the status of that old party shack?

I've got some money burning a hole in my pocket, and the need to get desperately intoxicated. Bad decisions will be made. Everyone's invited, unless you're a fucking buzzkill, or under 19. Sorry babies, better luck next year.



I'm just kidding. You can come, just keep it on the low, and don't come crying to me when you're barfing up a lung. Deal?

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[rivalkidneypunch]

You spoil me rotten, boss, but I ain't picky. Whatever the team's drinkin', I'll take it.

(...By team, I'm guessin' I mean just you and Jolt?)

[rivalappeared]

Yep. I'll make sure to get something with a little bite.

[rivalkidneypunch]

Figured as much. This'll be Jolt's first Smash party, right? Let's you and me make sure we break him in proper, alright?

[rivalappeared]

Way ahead of you, pal. Jolt's gonna be well taken care of.

[rivalkidneypunch]

Anyone ever mentioned what a great trainer you are, boss? Feel like it bears repeatin'.

[rivalappeared]

Aw, go on, you flatterer.

[rivalkidneypunch]

Hey, I don't go strokin' just anyone's ego, y'know. Takes a special level of trainer to make sure his Pokemon know how to party.

[rivalappeared]

You know I do what I can to make the world a better place.

[rivalkidneypunch]

By givin' alcohol to fire-breathin' monsters.

[rivalappeared]

Preciscely.