Alice smiled, nodded her thanks and took her prizes, dashing away from the crowd. It was beginning to get awfully, well, crowded around there and she really could use the time away from the spotlight. Once she was away, sitting on the beach nearby, she checked out her cut of the prize money. It was enough. In fact, it was more than enough. With this in her pocket, she could grab enough supplies and ditch this city, get on the road and actually start seeing the world like she had intended when she moved here from Scotland. A smile crept across her face as she buried her checque into her coat pocket, leaning back in the warm sand.
"Excuse me, may I have a moment?" A man spoke from behind her, making her sit straight back up "I'm organizing another tournament, invitation only, and I was wondering if you'd like a chance to compete." He pulled out a pamphlet with a flourish and handed it to Alice who didn't even look at it.
"Thank you, but battling isn't really my..." She began to stammer, but the man stopped her before she could finish.
"You and your Pokemon have a most wonderful way of battling and I would truly love to see it again. Please think it over, and if you wish to join just show up, otherwise it should be interesting to watch if you have nothing better to do." Alice glanced over the leaflet with a shrug and folded it neatly, placing it into her pocket.
"I'll see what my Pokemon want, thank you sir." The man, nodded and smiled and then wandered away. From where Alice stood, she saw him going over to talk to Beatrix. There was something strange about that girl, but Alice knew one thing. She really did want a chance to beat the girl's Litwick. If Biscuits had listened to Alice from the start, the fight would have had a much different outcome.