Late at night, at an open-air bar.
Raifort downed half a mug of draft beer and gave a hearty shout.
"Ah, that hits the spot! You drink too!"
"Yeah, in a second." Baimu tugged on Scream Tail's feeler, keeping it away from his glass.
Scream Tail was curious about everything and wanted to try it all, whether it was poisonous or not.
And the more Baimu stopped it, the more curious it got.
So he had to spare some attention to keep it in check.
Gimmighoul had been the warning. It had accidentally fallen into Raifort's glass and swallowed several mouthfuls before she fished it out.
After that, it got drunk and started clamoring to make Baimu collect ancient gold coins.
Not that it did any good.
Most Pokémon had little tolerance for alcohol. One drink went straight to their heads, with effects worse than Confusion.
The shy yet wanderlust-stricken Dragapult had vanished early on, while Miraidon was surrounded by a crowd of late-night street-racing delinquents.
In other regions, they customized motorcycles. In Paldea, the delinquents customized Cyclizar, fitting them with all sorts of gaudy parts.
Or they fed them supplements supposedly guaranteed to make them run faster.
"Grr!"
Miraidon growled at a delinquent girl who tried to touch its head.
Did she think just anyone could touch it now?
Get lost!
The girl snatched her hand back in fright, earning merciless laughter from her friends.
"Hmph!"
The cyber lizard turned its head with a snort. Its tail lashed irritably, and electricity crackled around it, driving off the delinquents itching to approach from behind.
It was Penny's devoted fan-lizard. Even now that its strength had returned, it still insisted on running up to lick her a couple of times whenever they met.
While Baimu focused on restraining the unruly Scream