#foulplays

"Come here often?"

That's a classic.

Or, well... it would be a classic, if it came from someone like him: just some guy who doesn't know how to introduce himself to some hot piece of ass he'll spend the night with.

Being asked that by some hottie, howere, is new... and more than welcome.

     He always enjoyed it when things fell right into his lap, especially when it came to information and the likes on enemies. Or just people he wanted to toy with. Overhearing that two people of the aforementioned things were going to be meeting at a bar and getting drunk, and actually hearing which bar it was? He couldn’t just sit back and let that opportunity go to waste. No, he had to do something. So all the hours he was at work he plotted and planned, made the necessary arrangements, all the while half-arsing his duties for that day; nothing was too important anyway. The evening would also be much more fun than anything offered to him at current as poking and prodding Pokémon only bringing him so much joy.

     He was quick to leave the HQ as the sun threatened to set, ensuring to grab the correct equipment before leaving, plus other random bits and bobs just in case something went wrong. This opportunity couldn’t be fucked up no matter what. He had to succeed. So getting into his car and driving to the bar, he mentally went over the plan throughout the journey until he arrived in a nearby parking lot. And so he sat for a while, letting his mind tick over the countless possibilities and outcomes, and of course what he had to do.

     It was a while until he finally exited the vehicle, making for the bar. With his head low, he moved to the back of the room, all the while ensuring to keep a low profile and have his face hidden from the person he was stalking, waiting for, hoping she wouldn’t see him lingering nearby. And it was successful, the dark corner he eventually sat in being rather perfect to conceal his visage. 

@foulplays​ asked:

"Watch it. He's mine." Jenny might think the woman's hot as fuck, but it seems that she's not the only territorial one. 

   * ♕         ›       “ You have nothing to worry about officer, I’m just catching up to an old friend is all. ”

One she’d like to sink her claws into. Jenny can keep his heart if she can keep the organ --

A Deerling caught in a truck’s headlights wouldn’t have looked as distressed as Ryou now, as he struggled against the officer (was she even an officer?) shoving him down and wrestling handcuffs onto his wrists.

That was far from being the first time that happened. But when he was a minor, Ryou’s biggest concern about being caught was to be sent back to his old caretakers in Kanto. Now, it just dawned upon him he was old enough for actual jail, and that didn’t sound to his liking.

The chick was starting to get mad at him for fighting back. He didn’t care for her tone. Not nearly enough to even respond to her. Instead, the grunt just said the only word he needed to get out of this.

“ART!”

From the shadows, a Teddiursa suddenly appeared, and noticed the woman’s single-minded focus on bringing Ryou in left her vulnerable for a Feint Attack.  Not even a second later, the police girl would get very unpleasantly struck right in the abdomen and flung off of the grunt as if she’d been rammed by a Tauros.

As soon as she fell over, Ryou hurried back to his legs. The cuffs were already fastened in his back, but that wasn’t going to stop him now. As soon as he was steady on his feet again, though, he allowed himself a few seconds to gloat. Even though Artemis was unevolved, anyone with half a working brain would know that sort of blow could make a grown adult cry. Her ass wasn’t getting back up anytime soon.

"Do I get to pick my prize?" ;) -foulplays

"Okay miss don't take a step too far. The 'bein-liked-by-Skulls-and-Goli' thing is kinda important.

...

...this said.

“Yeah — yeah, I know you. You’re uncle john’s wife. Right?”

they swallow, and reach to tug at their hair … which isn’t there anymore. Ree tries not to let it get them down though. They smile, wobbly on their face.