Though Clint was completely in his element at a pride festival, he wasn't really one for these sorts of sideshow attractions even on a regular basis. It didn't help that he was a little jealous, seeing couples walking around hand in hand like it was no big deal. He knew part of the appeal of pride events like this was because it was safe and encouraged to do things like that, but he was sure he wasn't the only envious man there, wishing he had a boyfriend of his own he could dazzle with his charm and overall talent. He wanted to be hanging off of somebody's arm too! With a huff, he turned his attention back to the games. Maybe something like this would be able to distract him for a while. He just had to remember to keep his tosses gentler here than he wanted them to be; he didn't want to take out his own frustrations on the Skrelp. What kind of guy would that make him?

x15 Plays!

Pride was one of the few events that Leon actually kind of enjoyed attending. Maybe it was just because it validated something he'd struggled for so long with, or maybe it was just because it was in Rigel City, where he usually was anyway, so it was just convenient to get there. Hell, it was probably a combination of both if he really thought hard about it, but he didn't really feel a need to explain his feelings on the matter anyway. As he was a gym leader here in Rigel, he was basically required to attend anyway so he supposed it was a good thing he didn't mind it.

He figured he'd let Beryl partake in some of the merrymaking; the other two would cause far too much trouble and Beryl was the only one in his ragtag group he trusted to not make unnecessary trouble. Most of the time. < You're actually going to let me play? I'm flattered, > she laughed, a hissy, raspy sound, < Too bad the boys couldn't join us. > The sarcasm was clear in her tone and Leon smirked a little.

"And have them destroy half the festival with their shitty competitions? Yeah right," he replied, stopping in front of the Skrelp booth. "So, whaddya think? I'll split with ya, and we'll see who gets the most scores?" Beryl laughed again, her sapphire blue eyes gleaming in the dusk of the early evening. < What were you just saying about shitty competitions? > she pointed accusingly, but still accepted her half of the rings. < But I guess so. Whoever wins the most tonight gets to pick out the prizes, > she wagered, and Leon nodded.

"Yeah, yeah. You better go all out if you want to win," he laughed, the two poised to throw their rings. The fifteenth ring was in Leon's hands and it wouldn't count toward his final score one way or the other.

Next on the list was Skrelp Toss, a game which was going to be a little difficult for Marcia to handle only because the targets were actual Pokemon themselves. She wasn't good at holding back her strength, and she didn't want to accidentally want to hurt any of them. Even soft things could still hurt, if they were thrown hard enough. She took a deep breath, turning one of the fifteen rings she'd been given over in her hand. The other fourteen were being held from her other arm, ringing her bare forearm so she didn't have to try and hold them all individually. Throw softly. She could do this. She just had to concentrate. The Skrelp swimming in lazy circles made her sweat, because she really didn't want to ruin their fun with her recklessness. She threw each ring carefully, and though she took ages to do it she managed not to hurt any of the Skrelp which was a win in her book.