Jesse looked at her, the usual smirk dancing on her lips. “You’re just jealous, Cassidy,” she’d said.

In a lot of ways, it was a ludicrous statement. What did Cassidy have to be jealous of? A life that involved sleeping in ditches, waiting to be fired and constant injury?

Although, upon a great deal of contemplation and a bit of generosity, Cassidy did have a vague idea of what Jesse had been rambling about. The one time they’d fought over a boy…that didn’t even bother her anymore. Jesse had gotten James, but Cassidy had found out that James wasn’t a girl, so everything had worked out fairly well.

If Cassidy was jealous—and she was—it was with her usual Sapphic flair. She wasn’t jealous of Jesse for getting James; she was jealous of James for getting Jesse. And with very little effort. In fact, Jesse and James seemed to be sleeping together or just groping each other because it was convenient and very few people could stand their level of vanity.

Cassidy didn’t find her failed relationship with Jesse especially tragic, mostly because the two women hated each other. They had the kind of passion in bed that comes from absolutely despising someone and finding to your chagrin that they were very attractive and that the two of you had great chemistry. It was the kind of chemistry that required tearing off the other person’s clothes while telling her what a bitch she was. It was, in the most simplified terms, rival sex, and it was probably what Ash and Gary would be doing in a few years.

A magical relationship such as this didn’t stop Cassidy from being extremely peeved at Jesse’s accusation. As a mostly closeted lesbian, Cassidy didn’t find herself interested in boys unless they were dressed as girls in an extremely convincing way. Butch was a convenient ruse, and everyone expected Team Rocket partners to sleep together, even if it did involve a great deal of recreational drugs or heavy fantasy on the part of one partner.

Cassidy sometimes wondered why she was still closeted. While still facing discrimination, homosexuality was a mild and commonplace thing compared to what most Team Rocket members did behind closed doors. Hell, most Team Rocket members did things that would make Dr. Frank N. Furter blush. So while Cassidy was fairly certain she wouldn’t be facing discrimination, she did find it important to remember that even Pilgrim-style sex took place behind closed--if not always locked--doors, and it was better to keep her mouth shut. At least until the next orgy.

Sighing, Cassidy motioned to Butch. Despite having to put up with Jesse’s crap again without reaping any of the benefits, there was still work to be done. Cassidy swore under her breath when she saw the target they’d chosen: those damn twerps again. Still, this would be a golden opportunity to one-up Jesse and James, with emphasis on Jesse. Smirking to herself, Cassidy clapped her hand over the mouth of a lagging twerp, then dragged her prey back into the bushes.

”Togii!” squealed the twerp’s pokemon.

Misty bit Cassidy’s hand, then tried to struggle out of the older girl’s grasp. “Let me go!” she shouted, glaring at her captor.

Cassidy’s purple eyes narrowed. She couldn’t stand this girl, although she was starting to survey her scrawny body. A smile slowly crawled across Cassidy’s face. While she did enjoy voluptuous company, there was something to be said for skinny tomboys... And a certain look in Misty’s eyes seemed to indicate that she knew when to appreciate voluptuous company. She continued to struggle, but with a bit less energy.

Cassidy grinned as she tried to think of a way to distract Butch. The day was definitely looking up…