Well, this is A/U, so it's weird... and I'm using OCs of ours... Um, that's it... I think... No, wait...
Before Notes: Bakura Ryou's first name is Bakura, and Ryou is his last name...
1. Katsuya Jonouchi, Bakura Ryou and Mai Kujaku work as bartenders
2. Anzu Mazaki is a dancer at the casino
3. Shizuka Jonouchi works as a teacher for kindergardeners
4. Hirato Honda fixes cars at a company called HONDA (just kidding, but he does fix cars and what-not...)
5. Yugi Mutou's a waiter-boy with his mother, Samantha Mutou.
6. Pegasus J. Crawford, Otogi Ryuuji and Kuf Akurideji (OC) run a casino
7. Seto Kaiba and Mikau Akurideji (OC) run a large company together
8. Danny Jinsenu (OC) and Gurenu Jinsenu (OC) run the museum with Ishizu Ishtar and William Ryou (Bakura's dad).
9. Mariku Ishtar and Rishid run a video game store / arcade.
10. Yami runs the 'Pharaoh's Fine Winery' (the name of the bar...).
And we're going to call Yami no Bakura - 'Bakurah' in this, because I don't want to call him by his full title, or call him 'Bakura' as I do not want to call Bakura - 'Ryou', because that's just disturbing to me... So, I'm giving credit to whoever came up with calling him 'Bakurah' first... but as I do not know who, I'm not even sure they're gonna read this anyway... Well, that really IS it... One question : Has anyone already thought of this idea before?
"Hey, Bakura, we got another custumer who wants a sherry, got that?" Katsuya Jonouchi called over to the violet ivory haired boy, who nodded.
"Alright, Jonouchi." Bakura Ryou stepped up onto a small foot-ladder to pick out a bottle of red sherry.
The shelves were filled to the brim with beautiful bottles of any types of wines, and what-not.
Bakura had to scan his light blue eyes carefully to read the labels on the bottles to pick out the right kind.
The British boy had been working here with his friend, Jonouchi (who was from New York), for at least half a year now at this bar called 'Pharaoh's Fine Winery', which was ran by a Egyptian man named Yami, who called himself Pharaoh from 3000 years ago...
They also worked with a very attractive blonde woman whom they didn't know where she came from because she never talked about her private life with them - not once, but they did know she had a boyfriend who worked at a museum, his name was Danny Jinsenu or something...
"Here Jonouchi." Bakura carefully handed the bottle to Jonouchi. "Don't drop it please." Bakura said quietly.
"Yeah, we ALL remember what happened last time." Mai Kujaku rolled her eyes as she wiped a clear glass dry.
"Watch it, Mai!" Jonouchi snarled, before pouring the sherry into the glass Mai just placed down for him.
"Oh please, Jonouchi. Your empty threats REALLY scare me." Mai laughed sarcasticly at Jonouchi, then headed over to help another person who sat a bit away from the two male bartenders.
"Eh, Bakura, could you bring this over to table #13 for me, please?" Jonouchi asked, handing the glass filled with the red liquid to Bakura.
"Sure, but why?" Bakura blinked a few times at Jonouchi.
"Oh, because I really gotta use the John." Jonouchi quickly turned on his heel and ran towards the bathroom.
"Oh..." Bakura still didn't understand all of Jonouchi's American slangs, or why he used men's names for things.
"Table #13... Table #13..." Bakura repeated quietly as he walked past the tables, scanning his eyes in the darkened room at all the tables.
"Ah..." Bakura stopped in front of table number thirteen.
A young woman who looked about his age was sitting at table thirteen which was in the corner.
"Here you are, madam." Bakura placed the glass down in front of her, and waited for her response.
When she didn't say anything or even touch the glass, Bakura made a sound with his throat. "Ahem..."
"Oh... Thank you..." She mumbled quietly, barely glancing up at the British boy.
When she did glance up, Bakura noticed her eyes were a dark color, and looked black in this terribly lit room.
'I wish Yami would put more lighting in this room...' Bakura sighed in slight distress.
"You want a tip, don't you?" The woman asked, having mistaked his sigh for annoyance at her.
"What?" Bakura snapped back to reality, looking back down at her.
"Here." She didn't repeat herself, but placed five 1000 yen dollars in Bakura's palm.
"Huh?" Bakura stared at her, confused.
"Tip." She muttered quietly.
"Oh... Thank you... You're very kind, madam." Bakura took it that she was somewhat quiet and nervous right now because all she did was shift in her seat.
"Hello? I thanked you..." Bakura repeated, and was surprised that she stiffened when he touched her shoulder.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She bit her lower lip, looking up at him. "It's just that..." She gasped when she accidently hit the glass of sherry off the table.
"I'm so, so, so sorry..." She quickly told Bakura, who nodded.
Bakura pulled the towel off his arm, and bended down just as the woman did at the same time.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." She smiled nervously at him when their hands brushed together.
"It's okay..." Bakura gave her a small smile, but his eyes widened when he noticed a black bruise on her bare pale shoulder.
Before, her jacket had been covering it up, but as she was leaning down to help pick up the mess; her jacket slipped off her shoulders a bit.
"What's wrong?" She asked, noticing how he was staring at her.
"Oh..." She quickly sat back up, pulling her jacket on straight. "...you saw, didn't you?" She asked him in a whisper.
"Yes..." Bakura answered quietly.
"Well, now that this mess is cleaned up, would you like me to get you another drink?" Bakura politely changed the subject as not to embarrass her any further.
"Um... no..." She shook her head, and her eyes were lowered at the table.
"You know... I won't mind getting it for you..." Bakura smiled understandingly at her when she looked up at him.
"Oh... Thank you?" She wasn't quite sure why he was being so polite - she wasn't used to this from strangers after all.
"Yes." Bakura nodded, and headed back to the counter.
"Hey, Bakura; who's your new lady friend?" Mai raised an eyebrow at him.
Bakura blushed, knowing what she was thinking.
"No, Mai, it's not what you think. Now, give me that." Bakura sighed, and grabbed the bottle of sherry out of Mai's hands.
"Thank you." Bakura turned his back on the stunned blonde.
"Well, well, Jonouchi, I thought you said your British friend was polite..." Mai pursed her lips, looking at the blond who just came in.
"Oh, Bakura? He is." Jonouchi nodded, fumbling with something in his hands.
"Huh? Jonouchi! That's just disgusting..." Mai made a face, turning away from Jonouchi.
"What?" Jonouchi asked, finally getting the zipper on his pants up all the way.
"So, your name's Bakura Ryou?"
Bakura nodded at that question. "Yes. And your name is?" Bakura smiled at her.
It was noon, and he had asked her to meet him for lunch at Mutou's Diners to try making up for embarrassing her that other night.
"My name is Arekanderia Riyu;" She paused a minute. "But I'm called 'Shira' for short, or by friends." She looked at him nervously.
"Your last name is also 'Ryou'?" Bakura asked, surprised.
"It's spelled : R-I-Y-U. And yours is spelled how?" She asked.
"R-Y-O-U." Bakura spelled it out carefully.
"So, the answer's 'No' then..." Her voice lowered as she silenced, and looked out the window.
Rain was dripping on the window panes, as it was drizzling terribly outside.
They could hear faint sounds of thunder.
It was going to last all afternoon - or at least, that's what the newscast said on television.
"What would you like?" Bakura turned to the male voice which just asked him that.
"B-Bakura?" Yugi Mutou smiled, pleasely surprised to see his old classmate.
"Hello Yugi. Have you met my friend?" Bakura nodded over to Shira, who turned.
"What?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.
"This is Yugi Mutou. He's an old classmate of mine, and he works here - hence the name 'Mutou's Diners'." Bakura chuckled slightly at his joke.
"Yeah, right." Yugi nodded, giggling.
"Oh, hello." Shira forced a small smile at the short boy.
"Her name is Shira Riyu." Bakura decided on telling her name because he thought she was too shy right now.
"Shira? I've heard that name before..." Yugi put his pencil against his bottom lip as he thought hard.
"Nope, can't remember right now. Well, what would you two like?" Yugi asked, lowering his pencil to the notepad in his hands, ready to take their orders.
"A sub, and - if you have it - creampuffs, please." Bakura politely told Yugi, who quickly scribbled that down.
"And your lady?" Yugi couldn't help but to tease Bakura a little bit.
"Yugi!" Bakura groaned, glaring at him.
"Sorry, Bakura." Yugi laughed, but Bakura was more afraid he had embarrassed Shira, who seemed a bit nervous about people.
"Same as him - only I want a tuna sub, and no cream puffs but onion rings and french fries instead." She gave Yugi the order, as he nodded; scribbling away again.
"And what about drinks?" Yugi looked at both of them; once again, placing the tip of his pencil to his lip - it must be a habit, Bakura noticed.
"Tea." Bakura said. "Put extra sugar in it, please." Bakura added after pausing.
"Cream soda." Shira said, returning her glaze to look out the window again.
"Oh, sorry; we don't have cream soda." Yugi said, nervously.
"Oh, okay... then, any soda's fine." Shira sighed quietly.
"Coke?" Yugi asked, and she nodded. "Coke it is then." Yugi finished writing this down, and ripped it out of his pad, then skipped back over to the front counter to head the notes to his mother.
"Well, what were we talking about before Yugi came over?" Bakura asked.
"Um, names?" She looked back at him.
"Oh, that's right." Bakura nodded.
"Um, how do you spell 'Bakura'?" Shira asked, making Bakura become curious.
"Well, B-A-K-U-R-A... Why?" Bakura asked after pausing a few minutes.
"Just curious." She smiled at him, and he nodded. "Ah..."
"You sure?" Bakura raised an eyebrow at her, and she nodded.
"Yes." She looked out the window again.
Bakura sighed silently, thinking that she wasn't much of a talker.
"Well, anything interesting out there?" Bakura asked, leaning his elbow on the table, with his cheek against his palm.
"Not really..." Shira paused a minute, before looking at Bakura.
"What time is it?" She asked, and Bakura glanced around for the clock, before noting it on the wall at the other side of the room.
"1:45PM." Bakura answered, and she nodded. "Thanks."