A brazen chime rang out as Olivie pulled open the door to Electrode Eatery.  Not having expected such a noise from a restaurant, she paused for a moment, and dutifully her Bidoof sauntered right in.  With a shrug the nineteen-year-old followed her Pokemon in.  Immediately she became aware of the place's unique atmosphere.  The warm yellow light, radiating from lamps and electronic braziers reminded her of bowling or pool halls she'd visited in the past, and just as it had then it gave off the impression of organic liveliness unmarred the manufactured feeling produced by glaring white ceiling lights.  A decidedly wooden décor, combined with a frequent color scheme of red, white, and black, combined to produce an aura of vibrant maturity.  Standing behind the front desk, the employee on staff fit the bill: a totally jacked, bronze-skinned hulk of a man in modified sailor's attire.  He seemed to Olivie to be straight out of a comic book.  

Right away the brawny dude noticed her, and he crossed his arms.  “Welcome to Electrode Eatery, little miss!” he pronounced in an intense base.  “We ain't your everyday diner.  Li'l squirts get to snack in Pichu Park across the streak.  So, trainer,”[/color]  He leaned over the counter, staring Olivie in the eye.  “How tough are ya?”

Tilting her head slightly, and pressing her knuckles against her chin in though, Olivie arrived at her answer.  [color=954535]”How tough am I?  I work ten hours a day.”[/color]

A substantial [i]harumph[/i] greeted this claim.  “Yeah?” he scoffed.  “So?”

Olivie tossed her hair.  [color=954535]”As a waitress in a family diner.”[/color]

Instantly the large fellow's eyebrows shot up.  His hand slipped behind the counter and pressed a button.  To his left, the waist-high gate into the restaurant proper flew open.  “Right this way,” he told her, and Olivie strolled triumphantly through.

She walked ahead of her Bidoof, selecting a booth against the back wall.  On the outside edge of the booth, there appeared to be a circular cushion on the floor.  A button on the wall, according to its accompanying note, would raise the cushion for a small Pokemon to eat at table level.  Though she only grunted, inwardly the brunette counted herself impressed that a fast food joint would go to such lengths to cater to Pokemon.  When she pressed the button, the seat slowly ascended, and the Bidoof leaped on before it got too high.  At this time of night, when the last traces of the sun had vanished and the pink-orange heavens drifted away into dreamland, Electrode Eatery was pretty much dead but still open.  For that, Olivie counted herself lucky, as a waitress was on hand to supply a menu immediately.  Without much hesitation, she placed an order for a cheeseburger, but found herself at an awkward loss when it came to getting something for her new friend.  The waitress, a spectacles-wearing woman who introduced herself as a long-time Pokemon enthusiast and volunteer at Central City's local shelter, happily spilled her guts about the typical Bidoof diet.  As it turned out, leafy greens would suit the little guy just fine, but the Eatery also happened to have some plant shoots left over from chopping up the next day's vegetables that could be added into the Bidoof's salad for only a small increase in price.  Figuring a bond with her buddy to be worth it, Olivie agreed, her sour demeanor replaced by nothing more acerbic than succinctness.  After all, when one worked in the food industry, one got to know very well just how badly the personnel had it; none of them needed an ornery customer to deal with.  Very soon the food arrived, and together the pair chowed down.

The cheeseburger, prepared on the grill, was well-done and not very greasy.  Somehow the store got away with using good cheese, which was more expensive than the cruddy generic cheese, and Olivie appreciated it immensely.  Meanwhile, her Bidoof devoured his salad with aplomb.  Since his little mouth could only fit so much at once, though, he still had about a fourth to go by the time Olivie was wiping the last trace of burger juice off her lip with the back of her hand.  It struck her out of the blue that she had yet to give the Bidoof a name.  At a loss, she took a close look at the creature from head to toe and before long the answer jumped out at her.  [color=954535]”Buck,”[/color] she said aloud, [color=954535]”For your buckteeth.  And 'cause you're a sturdy young buck.  We're gonna go far, you and me.”[/color]  Whether he understood or not, Buck chittered in response.  Glad to be alone, Olivie let herself crack a small smile before she sipped her halfsweet tea.