I had an actual idea for this, I swear I did. And then I couldn't put it into words and gave up and came up with this. For the YGO Fan Fiction Contest I'm in, round seven. I fully expect to be voted out this round…
"Get out!"
Bakura was thrown with such force into the hallway that, after a moment of comedic arm flailing, he collapsed into the bannister head first. As he pulled himself to sit upright, rubbing angrily at his head, he found Mai standing in the doorway glaring down at him. "What the fuck was that for?" he growled.
"When a woman," Mai said, teeth gritted and speaking slowly as if to a particularly thick child, "tells you she thinks you should spend the night elsewhere, you do not tell her you don't want to because you'd miss the beer too much. Or because there's some soapy on cable that you don't want to miss and Ryou doesn't have cable. Or," She stepped heavily on his hand at this point, taking great pleasure out of the 'crunch' the action evicted, "that you don't want to go because Ryou's heater is broken."
"What would have been acceptable answers, then?" He drawled, still rubbing at his head.
"Why, so you can use them next time?"
"Obviously."
"You're such a—" She cut herself off here and answered his question. "Acceptable responses would be 'I'd miss you too much', 'the bed will be too cold without you', or anything else lame and cheesy. Or, bribery." And with that she turned and stalked back inside, leaving the door open.
Lifting his hand carefully from the floor and examining it has three of his fingers flopped around uselessly, Bakura got to his feet. "Fine, I'll go to Ryou's, but I'll need some stuff." He ducked to the left as his overnight bag was thrown towards his head, hitting the wall behind him with a loud thump. "Right. Why am I going again?" This time a fork was flung out at him, sticking in the wall an inch to the side of his head. He grinned. "Right. Later."
And he left as quickly as possible while retaining his dignity.
Tell me; how bad?