It was morning ,and Johnny woke up feeling great. he ate breakfast ,and he had nothing to stress about. All of his chores for the day were done, all of his plans for the rest of the month were set and prepared. The only thing Johnny had to do now was wait for time to pass ,and all the pieces to slip into place. Which gave Johnny plenty of time to enjoy his other hobby. Johnny had a black bag under his table. He pulled it out, and slightly opened it to look inside. Everything was there. He zipped it shut ,and snuck out the side door. He made his way to the car ,and jetted outta there.
Johnny had plenty of time to spare. He arrived at his destination thirty minutes early. Johnny kept this part of his life secret from the others. There were women and men stretching ,and getting ready. Johnny was met with waves and greeting to which he cheerfully exchanged. He headed to the dressing room ,and put on his dance outfit. Johnny was apart of a dance club. He didn't talk about this with his friends ,because he didn't wanna hear them roast him for dancing around. Despite Johnny's size, he was quite nimble ,and moved elegantly. He held his dance partners with a gentle ,but firm grasp. Johnny enjoyed dancing. It was a chance for him to relax in a safe environment.
An hour later at Clair's place she was still sitting on the couch. She looked around the room ,and nearly freaked when she saw the time. She hurried into the bathroom to bath, brush her teeth ,and freshen up before leaving. She grabbed her purse with all the things she would need. She used her sigilyph to quickly get her to her destination.
This was going to be a good time. She was in so much of a hurry she didn't even bother to return sigilyph to its pokéball. Her sigilyph cheerfully followed her. Clair wasn't about to let her friends have too much fun without her. She saw the others chatting away. It was evident they were waiting for her as they were talking about their day. Clair leaped onto the vacant beanbag chair ,and her sigilyph sat beside her. It was a book club ,and Clair pulled out her book. Clair brought snacks last time thus only needed to bring her book this time, "Chapter four..." Clair said as she prepared to read the next chapter where they left off. Clair enjoyed talking about literature ,and meeting up with her friends to discuss shared interests.
Meanwhile, Donovan was still on the ground. He was no longer asleep ,but he couldn't bother to get up. He did manage to force himself up. He agreed to a meetup and didn't want to keep her waiting. Donovan headed out the door ,and headed outside. There was a woman Donovan was eager to meet up with, which is why he brought some fancy wine along that he had took from the party.
Donovan eventually arrived at the destination. It was a big house with a privacy fence around the backyard. Donovan made his way around ,and use a key hidden inside a fake rock. After putting the key back into the fake rock ,and back to its original place he went inside. He got the bottle of wine out as he walked in. He didn't want to wake anyone so he stayed relatively quiet. The children were likely still sleeping. Donovan headed up to the woman's room. She was an older lady. She looked like she could be Donovan's mother ,and for all tenses and purposes she practically was. Donovan grew up in an orphanage as a kid ,and the woman in front of him was like a mother to him. The kids downstairs were orphans whom still needed a place to stay. Donovan gave treats and sweets to the kids. He insisted that the lady enjoy the bottle herself on her own time. Raising the kids by herself was pretty stressful. Donovan didn't want any more to drink as he drink his fair share at the party. Donovan enjoyed visiting the lady who raised him. She gave him a place to stay when he had none, she provided food for him, a warm roof over his head and even cheered him up when he was feeling down. The house was like a second home to him.
About an hour after Donovan left, Fawke and a few of the others were again drinking. Fawke couldn't help ,but pick up another bottle, it was lying right there within arms reach. How could he not take it? He eventually had to stop as the party only provided them with so much booze. At this point Fawke has so much out of it that he didn't know what direction was up, left, right ,or straight to hell. Two women were holding Fawke up. he could stand ,but walking around provided to be a challenge. A younger girl around the age of 22 was on his right side ,and an older woman around 34 was on his left side. The younger girl chuckled at the sight of Fawke's predicament.
The three hopped in the back of a taxi ,and made their way to Rustboro City. At this point Fawke rested his head on the older woman's shoulder. Fawke placed one hand on the neck ,and his other hand on the hip as he ran his hand down the body of a guitar. He was still holding the guitar from last night ,and began gently singing, "Theeeres a liiight, in your eyes tonight. You know I'd know that look. Anywhere. You got plaaans ,and I'm one lucky man. Before we get so carried away, theres just something I've been wanting to saaaay" Fawke sang as he played the guitar. Fawke might have been a hardcore rocker boy ,but deep down his guilty pleasure was that he loved country music.
Johnny had plenty of time to spare. He arrived at his destination thirty minutes early. Johnny kept this part of his life secret from the others. There were women and men stretching ,and getting ready. Johnny was met with waves and greeting to which he cheerfully exchanged. He headed to the dressing room ,and put on his dance outfit. Johnny was apart of a dance club. He didn't talk about this with his friends ,because he didn't wanna hear them roast him for dancing around. Despite Johnny's size, he was quite nimble ,and moved elegantly. He held his dance partners with a gentle ,but firm grasp. Johnny enjoyed dancing. It was a chance for him to relax in a safe environment.
An hour later at Clair's place she was still sitting on the couch. She looked around the room ,and nearly freaked when she saw the time. She hurried into the bathroom to bath, brush her teeth ,and freshen up before leaving. She grabbed her purse with all the things she would need. She used her sigilyph to quickly get her to her destination.
This was going to be a good time. She was in so much of a hurry she didn't even bother to return sigilyph to its pokéball. Her sigilyph cheerfully followed her. Clair wasn't about to let her friends have too much fun without her. She saw the others chatting away. It was evident they were waiting for her as they were talking about their day. Clair leaped onto the vacant beanbag chair ,and her sigilyph sat beside her. It was a book club ,and Clair pulled out her book. Clair brought snacks last time thus only needed to bring her book this time, "Chapter four..." Clair said as she prepared to read the next chapter where they left off. Clair enjoyed talking about literature ,and meeting up with her friends to discuss shared interests.
Meanwhile, Donovan was still on the ground. He was no longer asleep ,but he couldn't bother to get up. He did manage to force himself up. He agreed to a meetup and didn't want to keep her waiting. Donovan headed out the door ,and headed outside. There was a woman Donovan was eager to meet up with, which is why he brought some fancy wine along that he had took from the party.
Donovan eventually arrived at the destination. It was a big house with a privacy fence around the backyard. Donovan made his way around ,and use a key hidden inside a fake rock. After putting the key back into the fake rock ,and back to its original place he went inside. He got the bottle of wine out as he walked in. He didn't want to wake anyone so he stayed relatively quiet. The children were likely still sleeping. Donovan headed up to the woman's room. She was an older lady. She looked like she could be Donovan's mother ,and for all tenses and purposes she practically was. Donovan grew up in an orphanage as a kid ,and the woman in front of him was like a mother to him. The kids downstairs were orphans whom still needed a place to stay. Donovan gave treats and sweets to the kids. He insisted that the lady enjoy the bottle herself on her own time. Raising the kids by herself was pretty stressful. Donovan didn't want any more to drink as he drink his fair share at the party. Donovan enjoyed visiting the lady who raised him. She gave him a place to stay when he had none, she provided food for him, a warm roof over his head and even cheered him up when he was feeling down. The house was like a second home to him.
About an hour after Donovan left, Fawke and a few of the others were again drinking. Fawke couldn't help ,but pick up another bottle, it was lying right there within arms reach. How could he not take it? He eventually had to stop as the party only provided them with so much booze. At this point Fawke has so much out of it that he didn't know what direction was up, left, right ,or straight to hell. Two women were holding Fawke up. he could stand ,but walking around provided to be a challenge. A younger girl around the age of 22 was on his right side ,and an older woman around 34 was on his left side. The younger girl chuckled at the sight of Fawke's predicament.
The three hopped in the back of a taxi ,and made their way to Rustboro City. At this point Fawke rested his head on the older woman's shoulder. Fawke placed one hand on the neck ,and his other hand on the hip as he ran his hand down the body of a guitar. He was still holding the guitar from last night ,and began gently singing, "Theeeres a liiight, in your eyes tonight. You know I'd know that look. Anywhere. You got plaaans ,and I'm one lucky man. Before we get so carried away, theres just something I've been wanting to saaaay" Fawke sang as he played the guitar. Fawke might have been a hardcore rocker boy ,but deep down his guilty pleasure was that he loved country music.
This is the song, Fawke sang;