Reena Genne/Neutral/Goldenrod Department Store

"Oh, darling, that hair style is so out of date." Reena boredly watched the prissy, chubby woman before her, glitz and glam all over her outfit and a darling female Nidoran sitting on her shoulder. She knew this woman was referring to her hair, but she had long since started to ignore her, nodding every so often to give the appearance of paying attention. In truth, she was wishing she could just have her Beedrill, whom was fluttering around to survey customers, sting her and get rid of the rude woman. It was ironic she was questioning her on her hair, when she really needed to look in a mirror and see herself for the hypocrite she was. Ugh, how annoying.

"That'll be 1050 Pokedollars, m'am." The cash register gave a dull "ching!" sound as it agreed.

The lady blinked, digging into her incredibly gaudy purse. "Here you go, and uh, keep the change, darling. You look like you could use it." She didn't even wait, picking up her little plastic bag with the Clefairy Doll and Bubble Mail, her Nidoran perched on her shoulder and hissing at an unfortunate customer coming up the stairs. But oh no, she wasn't going to take the stairs. She took the elevator.

She'd probably die going down the stairs.

Now the store was empty for the moment, the other customer continuing his climb, and Dryll landed on the counter, watching her. "Hey there, Dryll." She pat the Beedrill on the head. "Here," she brought out a Poffin, the latest craze, and fed it to the bug. He fluttered his wings in appreciation, feeling something tap into her mind. It was a telepathy only partners could have.

<Thank you. I was getting hungry.>

She grinned. "No problem. Hopefully I'll get off of work soon. Maybe today I'll get a call so I can keep pursuing my career!" Hey, she was still a trooper, and still hopeful. A buzzing of wings told her that her companion agreed wholeheartedly.