Eeveeultions

The Bar

Tamao felt depressed after being rejected by his crush, Cyra. Why didn't she accept my request? Didn't she love me? At least, I did.

The Umbreon opened the door that led him inside a bar, maybe he would drink to take away the pain Cyra left him with? He sighed as he sat down and asked for some liquor. He never really drank that much before Cyra's step-sisters introduced him into it.

A Pikachu with a battered hat was sitting there, Tamao's heart leaped. He had eaten a Pikachu before coming here, the Umbreob shrank into his fur as he sat down in front of the Pokemon.

"Hey thair, ah 'aven't see-yn a young pokemon like ya in ages" The Pikachu said with a smug, Tamao smiled nervously, the Pokemon had little clue of what the strange talking Pikachu had told him. "Welcome! now what you gonna 'ave? a laahyt drank or a 'ard one?"

"He's asking if you want a hard drink or a light one." A familiar voice said in the distance. Cyra? Tamao stared.

A Liepard with a black scarf and head bow glanced at Tamao, the lovesick Umbreon shook his head, maybe he was hearing things.

"Do you want a hard drink or a light drink?" The Liepard repeated himself, despite its female-like appearance Tamao liked its stubbornness.

"A hard drink please," Tamao said firmly, he wasn't going to get a light drink so the Pokemon at the bar could call him petty for it. The Pikachu seemed unimpressed before preparing it; The Umbreon glared at the Liepard, squinting.

Once the Pikachu handed the Umbreon the drink he gulped it down as quickly as he could, he still remembered and felt the pain Cyra had left him with; it was like he was being stabbed and bricks being thrown at him.

"Is that enough ta feel ya?" The Pikachu asked.

"No, another one please," Tamao asked, he placed a paw on his forehead as the Liepard walked away to tend to the other Bar members.

Why couldn't Cyra just love me? He asked himself briefly before drinking another glass that was placed in front of him.

. . .

Tamao glanced around, getting to his paws. He drank one too many glasses of alcohol. he lazily got on all four paws; losing balance he tumbled down but quickly recovered.

"Ya see guys? this is what 'appens whe-yn ya drank too much!" The Pikachu chuckled before going back to cleaning the table.

"Oh, raahyt. Where's maah cash? ya need ta pay me ya know" The Pokemon said, glancing at the drunk Umbreon who looked confused as ever.

"Cash? You mean those heart scale things that we sell?" Tamao asked, his voice drowsy and his tone unsure.

"Yes yes! thair ya gitty-up sonny! now 'and 'em ovher" The Pikachu demanded, his red cheeks sparking a bit.

"wellllll you seeeee, i'm brokeeeeeee." The Umbreon stated with a giggle.

"Don't have a tail feather left? it don't differr-ta me! ya beder pay me befo-wr ah turn ya into mush!" The small rodent threathened.

"Reallyy? What are you gonna do? Put me in jail?" Tamao asked.

"Brian stop! he's drunky remember? he probably livessy on the streets, lets le' this one slide, eh?" The Liepard asked.

"Eh, ya're right, ah'll ownlee done let this one slaahd ya har me? anythin' after that 'e'll be swimmin' with thuh stars!" Brian warned before stomping away.

The Liepard dragged Tamao out of the store and shut him out, leaving the drunk Umbreon by himself.