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[Well, let him make a quick phonecall. If he recalls correctly, one of their better grunts should still be undercover at the Goldenrod Radio Tower- provided that they didn't get brainwashed by that guy- oh good, they're answering.

Hello?]

It's Silver. I've got a friend that wants to talk to DJ Mary.

[With all due respect sir, there's been a situation, and I really don't have time for-]

Thanks. I'm glad it wasn't too much trouble.

[Sir, please-]

He's really excited to hear from her. He doesn't want to hear about anything else.

[Fine, I'll do it, but I can't believe you're- of course I won't tell him anything about us! Put the bra- I mean, your friend on the Pokégear.]

Here you go, Gold.

[I don't get paid enough for this.]

[... Honestly, Gold has to think this is just a prank or something, and his face says as much at first.

Until he hears he's on the line with DJ Mary as a loyal fan from little New Bark Town, and then he just looks like he may have won the friendship lottery.

He doesn't know who Silver talked to or what he might've done to get this chance, but you know what, those curiosity-laden questions can come after he's had his five minutes with his musical goddess oh my god he's talking to DJ Mary this is the best thing in the whole wide world.

Shoo, shoo, go play pool with yourself or something. Read a magazine.]

[...Pool it is. It's weird setting it up and playing it with himself, but it's not like dad's around, and Gold's way too busy having a chat with his crush.

By the time Gold's done, he'll have cleared out half of the balls, and now he's working on the other half...]

[By the time Gold is reluctantly done, he's pretty much on cloud nine, all sighs and swoons, leaning against the pool table.]

How'd you do it?

I know a guy.

[In goes another ball, and he moves around to the other side of the table.]

There's no way you just know a guy. When the hell did you have time to make friends?

[Let him take a stick, he'll clean up the other half.]

They're my dad's friends.

[If Gold's grabbing a stick, he's pulling all the balls together and starting a fresh game.]

[Oh. Personal connections. Must be nice.

Let's play.]

Guess it was worth chasin' you down after all.

[He got to talk to DJ Mary!!!!!]

Just don't do it again.

[He's still a little sore about the whole thing. But once everything's set up, he backs up; he'll let Gold go first.]

No promises. It's not like you've got any reason to run off again.

[That he knows of. Let's see, a nice break, get them balls scattered and aim to peg stripes; they're his favorite.]

I didn't think you knew how to play pool, but that don't matter -- I'm taking you down anyway.

[Gold doesn't get a lot of friends up here that can. It's hard to be so practiced and good at it and not have anyone to one up.]

I play it with dad sometimes. He's way better at it than me, though.

[He says, and immediately knocks a striped ball into the hole.]

[You son of a--]

Stripes your favorite or something?

[Are you gonna sink some more or can he get a shot in, thanks.]

They were better set up. What's the point in having a favorite?

[Nope, he's sinking another. The third hit doesn't go in, though, so it's all Gold.]

[Thank goodness.]

Some people just have favorites. Ones that're lucky to them, and ones that just don't go in the damn hole no matter how well they're set up.

[Exhibit A, shown here. Gold crinkles his nose and waves his stick.]

They've got somethin' against me.

...They're just balls.

[Silver's hit doesn't go in either, so at least they both suck.]

You can hit them just fine in battle. Why not here?

I'm waaay more focused when I'm battling.

[His does sink this time, and he grins lightly as he goes for another and knocks two in as a straight shot; the next time's a dud and he clicks his tongue.]

Guess I'm just more relaxed when I'm playin' around like this. They're different. I get lucky.

...You should be as focused as you are when you battle. What's the point in doing something if you don't put in your all?

[He gets another ball in this time, and sets up another to be hit in later.]

Just to have fun. You ain't gotta be so serious all the time if you're around friends.

[You know he's gonna mess up that set up shot when he can, right.]

...It wouldn't be fun to battle you if you didn't take it seriously.

[You'd be even more of a joke than usual- I mean.]