#gamblearena

They both stretched and popped their limbs in sync, taking deep, deep breathes and sighing out the cool, evening air. Kaleigh was the first to sit up. Pink locks of hair blew in the pleasant breeze as she cast her gaze off in the direction of the sunset. The way the sky painted the surroundings in a brilliant gold and oranges was absolutely stunning.

It looked even more stunning on the gym leader's supple skin and rose tinted cheeks, the dragon tamer thought to herself as she eventually decided to join her companion in sitting up. She rested her chin on Kaleigh's shoulder, watching the same scene unfold before them.

It was... nice.

She felt Kaleigh tense up a little bit by the sudden intrusion, but with a soft, gentle press of her lips against the other girl's shoulder, Jess felt her muscles loosen. The kiss wasn't much, she thought, but regardless, she smiled and wrapped her arms around the pink haired girl's waist and hummed softly.

"So is this going anywhere?" Kaleigh seemed nearly bored to death, and Jethro was on some sort of roll, though perhaps one meant barrel roll into a cliff. "Hold on, hold on! So what did Sara Barailles’s composer say to her? I’m not gonna Raichu a love song!!" This only made the woman pull her lips apart into a thin line. It was nearly enough to make one punch the man for not being funny. 

"Hey, don’t give me that mean look!" Jethro’s smile trembled slightly as he put his hands up defensively. There was no doubt that jokes wouldn’t help. Clearly she had not a single funny bone in her body, though truth be told, that was probably Jethro.

"Well, hey, how about this? I could draw you like one of my Kalosian girls! I mean…not that I have any."

"That’s a shock." Sarcasm dripped as thickly as sludge did from a muk.

Jethro puffed out his chest the slightest it, and took the woman’s hand, pulling her out of her seat on his sofa. “Lets go to that club again. You had fun last time, yes? Even though all everyone was doing was this…” He leant back and shook his body haphazardly, while taking steps in circle. Hearing a giggle come from her, he stopped, and smiled. “Hey, did you just laugh?”

"Of course I did! Do you see how you’re dancing?"

"Did you see how they were dancing?” He raised his tone in challenge, a smug smirk at his finally breaking through to her.

"Of course I did, but that was actual dancing! It's called the tentakarp!"

"Was it?"

"Yeah! And you know what, we’ll go to prove it! Go get something good on. We’re going back to the club!"