Nancy
Yawning rather loudly as he walked into the bar and looked around once, the silver-haired champ plopped himself down into the first open seat he laid eyes on, already fighting the urge to just lie his head down on the nearest surface. He'd gone walking all around the island; several times in fact. Combine that with both him and his Pokemon being rather jetlagged and needing to constantly prevent Eden from sneaking back to their room, well .... He was drained. And if Cameron wasn't energetic, he was sleepy. It was one of the laws of the universe.

Noticing the bartender giving him a strange look, he forced himself to straigthen up. Napping could come when he got back to his room; he was in a public space, so it was best to make a good impression. He could always order a drink ..... But, in all honesty, he was somewhat of a lightweight. He wasn't going to throw up 15 minutes after a shot, but with his hyperactive nature, intoxication tended to make him, well .... *Erratic*.

So, what to get? Something alcoholic would probably give him the burst of energy he needed, but come with its own consequences. Meanwhile, he'd prefer a virgin drink, but there wasn't much point to ordering one, and he still felt tired. Sighing, he locked eyes with the man behind the table, about to make a decision.
Carol
Dionisio made his way through all sorts of twists and turns in the mansion, he got lost a few times but he eventually made it into what will become his favorite place on this trip so far. The man rubbed his hands together excitedly and looked around for a good seat, his wandering eyes soon landed on Cam so he decided to make his way over. His dress shoes hit the floor faintly and his cologne wafted in the air, he then tapped Cam on the shoulder to get the other's attention. "Is this seat taken-'' before finishing his question he noticed the other's tired look which Dionisio had to stifle a chuckle. He cleared his throat and continued "Ahem- is this seat right by you taken?" Cam's response didn't really matter for the man sat himself down right next to the champion anyways. He tapped his fingers on the bar before looking into the bartender's eyes, with one finger raised he spoke "One Unovan Sour, if you will" He then looked over to the other man with a smile forming on his face.

Dioniso wanted something with more 'oomph' to it, plain wine won't cut it tonight. The man swiveled slightly in his chair and lightly tapped the floor with his shoe. In an attempt to make some small talk he began to ask some questions "So what's your name? Or would you rather be kept anonymous?" He chuckled slightly but before Cam could say anything the man reached for his wallet and took out his business card, he slid it over to Cam with a beaming smile but the bags under his eyes were rather prominent on his mocha skin. "The name is Dionisio, I work for the Happiny Company. I'm obligated to tell you that when tipsy I act before thinking and when drunk I can be very giggly and irresponsible" The man scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously before continuing "My boss gets on me about that so it's obligatory but I'll pay for your first drink after having to sit through my obligation." He chuckled to himself but soon began talking again "How about it? Sound fair?"
Nancy
Just before he could ask the bartender to make him a drink ~~no, you'll never know which he chose~~, he heard footsteps, followed by someone tapping him on the shoulder. Ignoring the slight shudder that ran through him, he was about to respond, but then the man sat down anyways. Was the tiredness lowering his reaction speed, or did he really just ask a pointless question? Did it really even matter?

The strange man ordered a Unovan drink; didn't actually mean he was Unovan, but it was something to note, if he could actually keep his brain thinking coherent thoughts. And then the man did it again! He asked a question, but he stopped Cam from even answering it; though, at that point, he didn't care enough to be mad. Honestly, he probably *Sounded* Tired too, so he'd rather not speak if he had to. First impressions were important, and he was probably botching this one, so might as well try to salvage it, yeah?

So, he listened to the man speak. Heard his slightly strange name and a company that didn't really ring a bell with him. Then, he heard the man would probably be getting rowdy with a couple of drinks. *That made two*. Well, original choice aside, there wasn't much of a choice anymore. The man was offering to buy him a drink (even if he had money in spades), and he wasn't about to babysit a hammered guy without a little miracle juice himself. So, clearing his throat slightly and hopefully *Not* Sounding raspy as all hell, he spoke.

"Yeah, works for me, I guess. Name's Cam; where're ya from? Me and a pal of mine are staying together; though, technically, we flew in from different regions. Kind of hard to spend time together when I'm busy with my League, but I guess it can't be helped." Shrugging, he looked to Dioniso and waited for an answer, before also looking towards the bartender. "Watermelon Margarita, on the rocks. I'll take it in the Sunset City style, if you know how to mix it that way."