#(houseblend is the true hero. i love writing pokemon in these casual settings hehe)

[coiledqueen]

"Ungh..."

Half-splayed off of her couch in a messy tangle of blankets, the Battle Frontier's feared Pike Queen finally cracks a bleary eye open, daring to take a begrudging catalog of her familiar surroundings.

Oh, god. Her head is still pounding from last night's festivities--a whirlwind of movement, expensive alcohol, and hammering bass in a frenetic Lilycove romp. A giant Milotic plush (where and when the hell did she get that) rests upon her chest, but Lucy isn't complaining about its seemingly random appearance. Just her luck. It's quite comfy.

Vera, the beautiful menace, lies curled in her bed, hissing disapprovingly at the half-discarded electrolyte packets and glitter strewn about the tidy space. There's so much glitter. When Lucy is more lucid, she'll give Tucker a hard time about all that--but the Dome Ace did make sure she got home safe yesterday, earning him some major ride-or-die points.

(Her clubbing buddy could be quite dependable when he wasn't showing off or spilling nearly unlimited amounts of tea. It's like Tucker traveled exclusively to farm scandalous headlines from other regions, but a bit of fun gossip never hurt anyone--)

A new year, huh? Lucy groans and hugs the Milotic closer, not ready to face the day just yet. On the kitchen counter, Houseblend (her trusty Shuckle) sighs and oozes over towards the coffee maker to prepare a fresh pot. Something tells him that Lucy will need it soon.