By now, Sadie was almost sick of drinking fruit punch. Unfortunately, it was either stay under the cool shade of the bar or traverse the festival and risk rubbing up on some mans sweaty gut. [i]Id rather drown in this stuff than go out there,[/i] she thought, gazing out towards the festival. Switching her focus for just a second, she decided she should pull out a pair of sunglasses. As she dug into her bag, she heard some unusual noises coming from the bar. Thinking nothing of it, she wielded her sunglasses and placed them on her face.

“Grr… what did I do now!?”

Reaching for her drink, it seemed to have disappeared when she had turned away. [i]It was that bartender, I just know it![/i] The brunette was seething. “Fine! You win,” she said, pounding on the bar table. Little did Sadie know that it wasn’t the bartender who took her last drink, but something else altogether.

As she gathered up her belongings, the bartender wished her luck in a sarcastic tone. As she left the bar, she could hear him mumble “Crazy bitch…” under his breath. Instead of responding with a comeback, she simple gave him the finger as she marched off into the crowd. But it wasn’t long until Sadie found the real culprit that stole her drink.

Hanging around some bushes near the outskirts of the bar, a familiar rustling could be heard. But this time, it was accompanied by a sloshing sound and a smell Sadie knew all too well. Getting down on her knees, Sadie brushed aside some of the foliage and found a lone Scraggy sipping on a cup of fruit punch. Her cup of fruit punch to be exact. “Is that my fruit punch?” she asked. Sadie already knew the answer, but intended to instil as much guilt into the Pokemon as she could. “Didn’t your trainer teach you that stealing is wrong? Now just hand it over and ill forget this ever happened, okay?” Closing in on the Scraggy, Sadie slowly reached her arms out and proceeded to attempt to swipe her drink back.