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>visiting Kalos on business with a local reporter who's an old flame.
>after wrapping up some work she asks if I'd like to grab a bite to eat with her.
>I accept, but have misgivings when I get there because the place looks ritzy.
>We enjoy our meal, catch up on old times, and I'm gathering my courage to ask her to go steady, figuring I can move to Kalos if it comes to that.
>"Oh look, it's my sister! I guess she came for a bite, too."
>Look and see Viola, all grown up from the girl who used to chase Weedle around. I even heard she became a gym leader.
>"I think she's going to take the course challenge. You should see her in action."
>She sends out Vivillon, and yells out for it to use "Infestation".
>Immediately, swarms of small black insects appear fucking everywhere. Our food, our clothes, one even got in my mouth.
>no one reacts. My friend even continues eating after the bugs wander off.
>"You look surprised. Is something wrong? This happens all the time. Now, what were you saying?"
>after about 3 more waves of bugs, the battle is over and we get the check. I mutter my way out of the conversation, and I'm obligated to pay an additional $10,000 tip for a meal I barely touched.
Nope. Fuck this. She isn't worth this shit. And don't even get me started on the little shit that got my room service order wrong.
