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[color=#b7353a]Sαɯყҽɾ[/color][/h1]
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Surprising absolutely no one, Sawyer woke with a pounding headache and nausea that glued him to the toilet for an embarrassingly long while. This time, though, he didn't even pretend to swear off drinking. Just thinking about having to smile in front of a crowd as Hyacinth gave his pretentious speech made him want to drink himself comatose. 

In the end, Sawyer decided to settle for the next best thing and made his way to the kitchen for a hair of the stoutland. Or two. Or, you know, dozen. However many it took to wake him up and make him stand the idea of the opening ceremony. Fucking waste of everyone's time that was. He wasn't even part of the major league, it made no sense he was required to attend. 

Unfortunately, Mama was as privy to Sawyer's intentions as ever, and stood guard at the kitchen door with a water bottle in hand. She might not have been the most physically imposing Wigglytuff, being almost a head shorter than her kin, but no one went against her will.

"Tuff!" she declared, offering the bottle up to her trainer.

[color=#b7353a]"Oh come [i]on,"[/i][/color] Sawyer groaned,[color=#b7353a] "I'm this close to falling the fuck back to sleep and an ocean's worth of water ain't changing that."[/color]

She didn't budge. Sawyer knew he'd need to find something else to wake up with. 

[color=#b7353a]"Fuck me,"[/color] the redhead rubbed at his forehead. He could hear his loyal Indeede walk up next to him. He always did in the mornings, eager to get everyone everything they needed. [color=#b7353a]"Stewart, I... might need some coffee."[/color] He gave the psychic type a sharp look.[color=#b7353a][i]"Don't[/i] tell Astrid or Holly I said that."[/color]

By the time Sawyer'd had his coffee and walked out of the shower a somewhat more functional of a human being, he was already late. Not terribly so, considering the minor league wasn't in season and only featured towards the end anyway, but late enough to give the old fucker at least one wrinkle more. That thought alone made Sawyer's day a little bit better.

... Or it would have, if half of his Pokémon hadn't waited for him right outside the washroom door, phone held up at his eyelevel. Even with the world still spinning and steam billowing out from behind him, it was impossible to miss the text on the screen. The ceremony was cancelled. Instead, he was called to an emergency meeting at Hyacinth Tower.

And he was late for that too. 
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