fallers_rpg | A Man At The Bar

Master Oranguru's bar was open to all. And there was a man who was deep in his cups.

Or at least as deep as someone would allow one to get in, on a bunch of rich juice as Mallow passed Tony another drink with a concerned look. "Yare Yuta," said Oranguru, gesturing at Tony.

"I know it's late," said Tony, sipping at his juice. "Mallow you should go, exams are coming up."

"But Mr. Stark, you haven't finished yet," protested Mallow but Oranguru smiled and patted the girl on the shoulder before gesturing her. With a smile, Mallow bowed and left with her Pokemon as Oranguru pulled out a deeply darkened bottle. "Yuta," Oranguru said.

"You're not licensed for that, are you Master?" said Tony as Oranguru popped the lid and a strong fruity smell wafted into the air. "Mirio's not around to scold me for this, is he?"

"Yuta," replied Oranguru, gesturing towards Clawmark Hill.

"Ah..." Taking a sip of the Alolan Brandy, Tony shivered. "Whoof, that's strong... I see why you only give that to us adults."

Sighing, Tony rested his head on the counter. "I don't know what to do Master. Here I am, the... immeasurable Tony Stark, billionaire, philanthropist playboy, married, loving wife, child on the way... and I can't even crack a damn wormhole calculation. Did you know I turned Faba into a baby? Something I would laughingly tease Banner for later on in five years."

"And that's not all," said Tony, sticking a straw into the Brandy and sipping it from his prone state. "I need to do this, I want, TO do this. I just... at my wits end. I reverse engineered that freaky card thing for those kids, and the look on their faces when those kids came out of those cards all unconscious... breaks my heart. Angie's taking care of them but... god..."

"Here I am... talking to Donkey Kong in a tropical bar, sipping brandy made out of coconuts... god I'm pathetic..."

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Even though Wes tends to let the engine roar, his hoverbike does have a stealth mode. The rumble is soft as Wes pulls up at Master Oranguru's bar.

It's been a long night. Since returning from Galar, Wes has been restless. Shadow Pokemon were here. Shadow Pokemon were in this world. Even though they were no threat this time, the fact was... what if Team Rocket figured out how to do it properly.

Wes had searched for Tony. Samson Oak suggested to try the bar and, thankfully, there he was. Wes takes a deep breath in as he smells the Brandy and he goes up to the bar. He sits down next to Tony.

"You're not pathetic. You're tired," Wes said simply, as if he was stating the weather, not even looking at Tony.

"Give me the same as him," Wes said to Oranguru, the man gesturing to the brandy.

"Tired... pathetic... makes you wonder if it's the same thing right now," said Tony, sipping his drink as Oranguru poured Wes a drink after gauging him for a moment.

"Yare, yuta," replied Oranguru, gesturing to the ice and the juice before mixing up a chaser for Wes and sliding it over in a husked shell before doing it for Tony as well.

Tony scowled as he obediently chased his shot. "Look, I messed up okay? Just another thing on another thing. Seems to be another long line in Stark mess ups."

"They're not. Tired implies you can rest and get back on it. Pathetic implies you can't do anything. If you know you can do it but you can't, you're tired," Wes said.

Wes nods in thanks before he takes his drink. He gives a small sigh.

"What did you mess up? Your calculations?"

"More than that. Trying to reverse engineer hokey science that doesn't exist on my world, turning Faba into a baby while doing it... managing to get kids out of cards and leaving them in comas, what kind of father am I going to turn out to be..."

Tony took another sip of his drink and chaser. "Worst part is, I could easily cobble together a goddamn Infinity Gauntlet right here, right now with those Arceus Plates we've got and Snap this world in half if I wanted to, and I wouldn't even have to understand the space magic behind it. God I'm such a wreck."

Refilling his drink, Tony sighed, rubbing his hands through his hair. "You know I opened a portal to my own world? Just a small one, just enough to get a message through for about ten minutes. I had a chat with Pepper. Time's slow in my world. To her, I hadn't even rocketshipped into the atmosphere when I told her I've been in another world for six months. She's into her third trimester. I swear to fucking..."

Tony dipped his head lower, banging his head on the table. "I have to get myself together, to get at least my own calculations to my own world back together for a brief moment, if only to see the birth of my daughter before all goes to hell. But I'm worried I might screw everything up if I do."

“All are already hard tasks,” Wes said quietly. He was already pretty smart himself but while he could build a hovercraft in ten minutes, he probably couldn’t do any of those things. “Faba probably deserved it.”

Thanks for the helpful vote of confidence. However, Wes gives a small frown and closed his eyes. He took his next drink off the Pokémon and looked ahead.

“Using tools to destroy is easier than making things to restore...” Wes flexes his fingers but he doesn’t look at his fake arm.

“...you might screw up regardless if you do it or not,” Wes says flatly, without a trace of sarcasm or malice. “But your Pepper would appreciate you trying. And so would your baby.”

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"I've seen what happens when I screw up. Can't be much worse than what I'm doing now but... god." Tony tossed down his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "I'm a wreck. I haven't slept in ages and I'm still trying to stress myself in recalculating my math... each time I think I've figured out the math, another variable pops up. It's driving me insane. It's like I'm missing something vital and I wish I had more time to figure it out."

"But Entrapta went off the grid when they went back to Kanto, and I haven't heard back from them yet. If I can pick her brain... I might be able to figure out what's going on with Team Rocket." grumbled Tony.

Wes finishes his drink and slides it back to Oranguru, hoping to get a bit more. It's been a long time since he tasted alcohol. The burn wasn't pleasant but the fact he could drink was liberating in itself. It let him believe that he could make his own choices.

The man gives a small sigh, not sure if he can give any advice regarding the math. However, the mention of Entrapta's name gets Wes to turn to Tony.

"They're missing? In Kanto?" Wes frowns. "... I can go find her if you want. Drag her and anyone else back here..."

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