Irresistible Ego

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Not only was Misty Waterflower a lightweight drinker, but she was also a bona fide lightweight. Gary was thankful for her dainty frame as the red-head was far too inebriated to stand, leaving him to carry her. It was a long walk down the hallway to room 231. If Misty had been a heavier-set girl, the task would have been unbearable due to her sporadic limb flailing.

Gary feared that Misty may puke on his fancy vest, thus, he opted against carrying her 'princess style' and chose to haul her via 'caveman style'. Gary hoisted his well-hydrated companion over his shoulder like a sack of Pokeballs. Her face and arms dangled down his back, her bellybutton was pressed on his shoulder and her knees knocked against his chest. Once positioned this way Misty was relatively still for a good minute, and Gary dared to hope that she had passed-out. But then she started giggling.

"What's so funn—Ouch!" his inquiry was swallowed by a yelp! Something collided painfully with his already sore buttocks! Gary jumped, nearly dropping Misty in the process. His alarm only caused her to laugh louder.

Although he was a professor it didn't take one to figure out that the drunken brat had slapped him on the behind.

"Nice ass ya h-have there, O-Oakie!" Misty sang through gasps of laughter.

Two could play at this game.

"So is yours." Gary reached across his chest and pinched her right butt-cheek.

Misty managed to shriek and giggle at the same time, declaring: "I'm gunna kill you for that!"

"So you're allowed to slap my ass and I can't even pinch yours?"

"Yeah, exactly!" Misty snickered.

Now it was Gary's turn to laugh. "That is called a double-standard and not fair."

"Deal with it, snob!" Misty smacked his rear again, driving her point home.

Gary wished that she could see the wicked grin on his face. "You know, bad behavior like yours can't go unpunished, m'dear. Professor Gary Oak may have to bend you over his knee and administer a real spanking if you don't settle down."

Misty squealed with mock terror. "You-you wouldn't dare. I'd kick you!"

Gary shook his head, choosing to let her win this round since he was approaching her hotel room door.

With his free hand Gary swiped the key-card through the lock. The door beeped once and a green light informed him that he was welcome to enter. Once inside Gary dashed for the bed and set Misty down. She squirmed like a newborn Caterpie, appearing more restless than nauseous. Gary hoped that her queasiness had passed.

"Quit twitching." He instructed. "You'll feel better if you just lay still."

Misty frowned but –- to Gary's pleasant surprise — took his advice and closed her eyes, trying to relax.

The young professor began searching the room for anything Misty could use as a bucket should she feel nauseous again: a coffee mug, plastic bag, anything without holes would do.

Misty's hotel room was nearly identical to his, just smaller and with ugly Pokemon paintings decorating the walls. Where his room showcased stunning artworks of Rapidash running and Dratini swimming, her room showcased a collection of freaky Mr. Mime artwork. A cheap copy of the famous 'Mimea Lisa' painting hung by the foot of the bed, and Gary could swear that the Pokemon was smiling it's creepy smile AT him!

Misty's bed was positioned against one wall and opposite was a small couch and dresser. The bathroom was next to the dresser and Gary headed that way, retrieving the wastebasket from under the sink. He set the wastebasket on Misty's nightstand so she couldn't miss it should sickness rouse her.