Warnings: A bit dark, POV {JAmes}

Rating: PG-13

    "LOvE yOu mORE."
                                                    
by Finmagik
 
 

[This story draws inspiration from many  sources. I'd
like to say I don't own pok�mon it's property of
corporations.  I would also like to thank the Bare
Naked Ladies for inspiring me to write this story and
others. Don't flame me.]

 "I love you more, than I did the week before. I
discovered alcohol, and would you please ignore  that
you found me on the floor trying out your Camisole."-
BNL alcohol.

  I'm in a bar It's dark in here: musky, smoke filled,
and wood paneled. It reminds me  of Dad's study. Maybe
that's why I'm so depressed. My head against the cold
wooden bar. I look at the empty glass, above me. Its
empty. Why? Why? Why? I want to cry it's a tragedy. 
Just like my whole fucked up life.

 "...life is but a poor player that frets and struts
his hour
upon the stage and then is heard no more:
It's a tale told by a fool full of sound
and fury but signifying nothing...."
I repeat to myself softly over and over. That's pretty
much has been my life, nothing but sound and fury then
it will be gone. I am looking up at the barkeeper, he
is looking at me strangely like I'm some weird
pok�mon. "Hey, bar---um bar--pperperson... could you
jjjust jjust pourmeanotheround?" I smile sweetly and
tilt my head to the other side.

"Um, mister I think you've had enough. Mister--um...."
He looks at my fake I.D. "Alias Gomez?"

"It's Elais and my people... worked hard.. fffor
ttthat nnname.... we we killed our...our firstborn
sssons picking donuts for the man." Why in the hell
had I just said that?

"..." The barkeeper never gets a chance to finish his
thought. Someone had entered, someone's who's presence
Seems to clear away all the must, darkness and smoke
from the bar. Jessica. Saint Jessica patron of paper
fans. Blue-eyed Jesse. How I worship you in hopes of
such rewards you would never offer one such as  me.

"James, get up!" She yells from behind me I can smell
her perfume so sweetly..so...sweetly. IT's fake ck
one.
I turn my head in her direction. She steps back
startled. "James, you're you're drunk!"

  Me, drunk? I'm not drunk! I've been just here
sitting in this bar enjoying the company of a bottle
of southern comfort (the only southerner that will
ever comfort me, by the way.) I stand up, whoa! Who
made the floor so tilty? Or my legs so unsteady? I
lurch forward and grip the bar stool. I still end up
slumping to the floor. "Jes, I'm not as think as yyou
drunk I am."

She kicks my face, then sighs. "James you're drunk."

"No, I'm not!" I protest attempting to stand. But I've
lost my equalib-equalib liquidebreum. Damn, floor!
Jesse will leave me alone if I complement her "Hey,
Jesse you look hot."

 She glares at me. But that's not what I meant, those
tricky little word gnomes have flayed me again. Maybe
from here I can see up her dress....

"JAMES, YOU drunken PERVERT!" She screams whalloping
my poor abused head.

 Someone else has entered the bar. "Hey Jesse, yous
found hims." It's Meowth who walks closer to me
inspecting me. "Whoa, he must be hammered!"

"I am not M..m..mMe-thingy." Where is his name and why
is so hard to pronounce? He looks at me paws on his
hips glaring. I have to think of some strategy so he
won't think. I'll complement him. "Hey, your cccharm
m-ma-makes you look hot!"

 He responds by backing away from me. I can't think of
anything else for compliments. I know! I grin as
chARMingly as possb-i-le and say. "I LOVE YOU,
MAN!!!!!!!!!"

 Meowth looks extremely freaked out so does everyone
in the bar. Jesse looks embarrassed. "We'll get him
outta here. Don't worry." She is talking to the
barkeeper.

 She slings my arm over her shoulder and lifts me up
off the floor as I struggle for balance. I'm not
drunk! Why do they think that? Well, it doesn't
matter. If they think I'm drunk. I'll take advantage
of it.
 She helps me out of the bar. I don't need it. As soon
as we are out I curl my legs up and loosen my grip on
her shoulder. I fall to the road. She sighs. That's my
plan. She bends down in order to help me up. I grapple
my way up her body clinging to the two mounds of soft
flesh that are her breasts. I look at her face. Boy,
she looks mad! But she can't blame me because I'm
drunk. Drunk yeah, drunk like a vulpix!

"Jim, don't be holdin' her like dat." Meowth
interjects. Oh, yeah I forgot about him. I let go and
lean off her shoulder instead.

"Meowth! Can we get him somewhere? He'll vomit on my
uniform and I just got it dry cleaned!!!!" She
screeches, in my ear. She can be so annoying at times.
I lurch into her. She looks frightened. Right on her
cheek I give her a kiss. She looks nervous. But I
can't be blamed I'm drunk, heh..heh..if they only
knew... We walk on and on.

 The sub. Were here, Jesse shoves me off her shoulder
and onto a cot. My support, my Jesse gone. All gone. I
cry and cry. "Jesse...Jesse... don't leave me...."

"James, I'm right over here." She stares at with a
frustrated look in her sapphire eyes. She is still
here. What if she goes? I cry some more.

"Jesse, Jesse do...you...know...I-I..lllurve you
more.. than anything. If you go everything would be
s..ssso pointless. I couldn't...live... I'd go
madder.. than am now and I couldn't live" Wow, I must 
be drunk! I never told her that before. Not the I love
you part but the other stuff.

"James, your not insane." She sighs.

 My eyes well up with tears again. She doesn't know at
all. I cry. Damn it! Why can't I stop!
".....Sometimes...the world seems so so so black, flat
ssso so nothing...so pointless..I mean my life sucks
so bad...." I contiue to cry I can't stop the torrent
of tears. "..sometimes... I'm so...so...so..angry....
I don't know who I'm angry at. And I jjjust wawant to
kill everything in sight......I....I I don't
though...WHY DO WE HAVE TO WASTE OUR LIVES IN SUCH A
POINTLESS WAY? WHY?! I...just...have...you and mmaybe
Mamammewth."

 I look in her face. She has gone pale she is
horrified and maybe there is a tinge of pity. "James,
just promise me this is the first and last time you'll
do this."

"Yes Jesse." I give a sigh of relief. Maybe the
effects are wearing off. "But, I was never
drunk...just..another helpless victim of alcohol
poisoning."
I say, curling up and falling to sleep.

~FIN/Owari~

[note: A favor  I want someone to tell this story
again from someone else's point of view Meowth, Jesse,
the 'barkeeper.' other patrons in the bar even James
the following morning. Well Meowth's POV has already
been done in a story know as alchool always tells the
truth.]


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