It is a nice frisky night, and the peaceful sounds of trees flowing fill in the peaceful night. The river roars with the sounds of-

hic Aren't ye an interesting one- hic aren't ya?

You looked around then your eyes settled onto a Leafeon that's sitting underneath a tree. The Leafeon has a glass mug in her paw, and she takes a bbiiiggg sip of her alcoholic drink. Staring at you with her green emerald eyes.