#heartsdividedbash

“Uh...” Grunt looked around the venue, noticing that she didn’t really know anyone there.

Time to fuck shit up.

“Where’s all the alcohol??”

“Giovanni!”

His voice rings out across the crowd, not caring who turns to stare at him. Arceus, his heart is going to beat out of his chest, but that doesn’t matter right now. The world could’ve come crashing down at that very moment, and he wouldn’t care.

Lillie and Gladion hope they aren’t late for the bash, going onto the “singles” portion for now. Maybe they’ll get lucky at the bash, find someone to chill with. Lillie smiled as she adjusted how her braids looked.

“Charlie, Professor Burnet, the party is doing fairly well~!” She smiled. “I also did my hair like that one show. Game of Thrones I think it was called?” It wasn’t even five seconds into the bash was Gladion currently downing some vodka from a flask that said in a crude label “Gladion’s Happy Juice”.

“Why am I here?” He asked tiredly.

“If you rearrange the letters in ‘happy valentines day you get ‘I don’t give a fuck.’”

“No words can describe just how much I love myself.”

“Don’t you think this Valentine’s nonsense is a little overrated?”

“Cupid is not my homeboy.”

“I hate this stupid holiday.”

“Happy unimaginative consumerist-oriented and entirely arbitrary, manipulative, and shallow interpretation of romance day.”

“I don’t need a valentine. I need vodka.”

“You are tolerable, but not good looking enough to tempt me.”

“You’ll do.”

“I like how we hate the same things.”

“Screw Valentine’s day.  I’m just waiting for the marked down chocolate on sale tomorrow!”

“I’m my own damn Valentine.”

“You’re single.  I’m single.  Let’s be single together and complain about this stupid holiday.”

“Oops.”

“Hold my beer.”

“Did you come here alone?”

“Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“Yo - let’s battle.”