Finmagik wrote:

[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.]

Oh, heck, why not?

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"You were a little hard on him, Jes."

I was not.  I was NOT.  "I!  WAS!!  NOT!!!"

Ok, maybe I overdid it.  Or maybe Meowth just naturally leapt backwards
as if blown by a hurricane, and just happened to wind up clinging by
his claws to that awning.  Serves him right for not watching where he's
jumping.  "If you say so.  But we've gotta find him."

Why?  I always ask myself why I even bother dragging him along.  At
least Meowth is a pokemon, potentially useful for battles, and quite
probably owed an eternal favor from his former trainer, Giovanni, which
could be the only reason we haven't been kicked out of Team Rocket yet.
But James...I should just take his pokemon and leave him in a ditch
somewhere.

And every time I think that, every time I see his pathetic face staring
at me and whining, "Don't leave me!"...I just can't.

I don't know why, and I hate it.  It's a weakness.  Women like me can
not afford to have any weaknesses.  Yet...James, and everything about
him, seems to be mine.  I'm so weak I can't even dispose of him like I
should for daring to be a flaw in what would surely otherwise be
perfection.

I hate him.  I hate him.  "When I find that little creep, I'm going
to...ERGH!"

"Yeah, whoitever you say, Jes."

He doesn't believe me.  I'll let that slide; he certainly has reason.
Even *I* don't honestly believe I can go too hard on James.  Whatever
that blasted weakness is, it would stop me at the first sign of his
blood.

"Say, Jes.  What *were* the two of you talkin' about, anyway?  James
flew by, all in tears, then you showed up all scared and said we had
to find him."

"Hmm?  Oh.  He was blathering on about love or something.  I told him I
didn't care about trivial things like that, when there's so many
pokemon to steal.  Although...I think I misunderstood his last comment.
Something about his heart.  I told him I'd let Giovanni carve it out,
if it came to that, but that I didn't want to rip it out of him."

"Ah...Jes, if he said whoit I *think* he said...you did."

"Whaaat?  Nonsense!  James was perfectly healthy when he ran off."

"Oh?  Then why the urgent rush to find him?"

"Because he's got our money, dimwit!  How are we supposed to buy
something to EAT without money?"

"Oh yeah."

Entering the seedy district.  Fan out and cover face: I might actually
recognize some of the people here, and I do *not* want to acquire a
reputation for hanging out in dumps like this.  Now, let's see, where
would...ah ha!  Seedy district, but still a good-looking pub, so you
can be sure you're at least getting a clean glass for your cheap beer.
Definitely his style.

Sure enough, there he is.  Time to haul him out...

How many drinks has he *had* to get that drunk?!?  It's worse than I
thought, the alcohol's made him a pervert.  He's even thinking lewd
thoughts about Meowth!  *Definitely* time to get him out before things
can get any worse.

And he's no better outside than in.  "Meowth!  Can we get him
somewhere?  He'll vomit on my uniform and I just got it dry
cleaned!!!!"

What's that on my cheek?  Oh, no, this is *not* good.  A pervert on my
back, and I've got no choice but to carry him to the shelter Meowth's
found.  I just hope he doesn't try to make out in the middle of the
street...not that that would be so bad...

What am I thinking?  *Yes* that would be so bad.  He's drunk!  It's
much better when you're both sob-

Stop, halt, cease and desist that line of thought!  We're almost to the
subway station.  We can sleep here for the night.  Just set him in the
corner so, if he barfs, it'll be on himself, and I'll sleep a safe
distance away...

"Jesse...Jesse... don't leave me...."

What?  "James, I'm right over here."  Is he going blind from alcohol
overdose?  I thought it'd be fatal by that level...which means...

"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."

Oh.  Just James spouting poetry again.  "James, you're not insane."  No
more than usual, anyway.

More sobbing.  At least I can't understand whatever he's blabbering
about through "WHY DO WE HAVE TO WASTE OUR LIVES IN SUCH A POINTLESS
WAY?  WHY?!  I...just...have...you and mmaybe Mamammewth."

"..."  No.  I know why, but...no.  I will not admit it.  I've got to be
strong.  A strong woman does NOT admit that she HAS been wasting her
life and NOOO!!!  "James, just promise me this is the first and last
time you'll do this."  Or I swear, I *will* kill...one of us.  You, for
making me face it, or myself for living the lie.

"Yes Jesse.  But, I was never drunk...just...another helpless victim of
alcohol poisoning."

Yeah, right.  Alcohol poisoning.  He wasn't telling the truth, he was
just...drunk.

Why can't I believe myself?  Isn't that supposed to be another
weakness, lacking the strength of your own convictions?  Or was it
believing your own lies that was the weakness?

I'm so confused...maybe I should hit that bar, too, to prevent myself
from waking up with a hangover in the morning.
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