The Dragon's Lair (Clair)

As the Dragonite was put away he started again, "Well, I did manage to get a reservation at a cafe in town, I heard it was one of the best in the city, or if you prefer I could make a meal." If anything Brock was prepared, the reservation was a bit of money but when it came to women, you had to be flexible. "Sometimes you have to be a little brave to get something done." Brock chuckled, "But you know more about that than I do."

Brock's grin turned into a genuine smile, he'd gotten past the front door, which was the easiest part, from here on out it'd be a lot tougher, as of now all he had was a chance, but a chance was all he needed.

"I always try to keep my options open, so I have a tendency to make more than one plan, one of the few lessons I learned from my dad when I was kid." Brock although he truly hated his father had gotten to the point where he could mention him without throwing a fit, He was proud of the progress he made on that front.

As he finished he turned to the door and in a bow as waiters did held his hand out towards the door, "After you~"

"Well I'm happy you approve~" His voice was playful and melodious, Brock had been doing well or he thought so at least, "Yeah, that's the place." he could see the sign of the Cafe in the distance, nothing too overwhelming, just the name and a picture of a rather large dragon fang under it, His source hadn't lied, there was a line outside the door so making a reservation was definitely a good call.

Upon being seated and ordering their drinks phase two began, the small talk, You up for playing a quick game while we wait? It's a pretty fun ice breaker I learned awhile back. Ask me any question and I'll answer truthfully, and then I ask one question and the game continues." Brock took a sip of his soda, "It's pretty simple, but simple can be fun if you know how to work it, and you can even have the first question~" Brock was getting a bit confident now, So far she was pretty pleasant a bit straight forward but still pleasant. Nothing like the rumors he'd heard.

"Hmm well for starters rock types have been passed down in my gym since before my father. As grandpa did, followed by dad and now I use rock types. Tradition, I guess is what led me on the path. In a differen respect though rock types represent resolve in my eyes. Being committed to the path you chose regardless of the difficulties that come with it.That's really why I favor rock type pokemon not to say I hate every other type or think bad of them. Everything has a weakness or two and a strength to appreciate." With that he eyed Clair carefully, it was a test question to see how'd she react. Brock had a slight idea, but said nothing just yet content to stir his drink.

After her response Brock would speak up, "My turn right? Ok, hmm."It was time for another trap, " Alright got one. What color underwear are you wearing?" A second after he asked the man broke up laughing, "Sorry just fishing for a reaction, my real question is what's your favorite Pokemon and why?"Yeah, the way he did it was a bit risky, but playing it safe went nowhere fast and sometimes you need a little gamble to make things interesting.