The raven haired young man watched in fascisnation as the white hair man moved his hips to the music. It had been like this for about two weeks now. By accident he and a couple of other rich guys stumbled upon the nightclub. His companions took easily to the bright lights and sexy people. Mokuba however, decided to try and order a drink.

The bartender was a a pretty girl. Slightly curvy, midsize breasts, and long brown hair. "What'll it be?" she asked as she leaned forward to enlarge her breast.

They both stared at each other before blushing in embarrassment. "Mokie?" the girl squeak.

"Serenity?" he mumbled.

"What are you doing? Shouldn't you be at your dorm?"

He shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. I'm passing everything anyway so it doesn't matter."

"Right…" There was a pause before Serenity spoke again. "Right! What do you want?"

"Vodka," he said simply.

She poured him one and then another for herself. He raised his eyebrows. "Joey would hve your head."

She shrugged. "I'm 25 years old. I can do what I want."

A thought came ot him. "You didn't card me."

"The owner stopped doing it when the students complained. No one's going to tell on him but it still worries me. Tristian and –" She stopped and covered her mouth.

"What about Tristian?"

She sighed. "We live together."

He grinned. "What else are you keeping form me?"

She ignored his question and continued speaking. "I don't know how we're going to afford rent this month. It's been so rough."

Mokuba finished his drink and laid some bills on the counter. "I'll take the bottle," he said before leaving.

She wanted to call out to him but shut her mouth when she counted it. This was a whole months' pay for her and Tristian combined.

Mokuba drank from the bottle and watched people dance. Mokuba watched the white haired man carefully. Every night another dark haired man would come up behind him and theyh would dance. The first time Mokuba saw he was confused. In his drunken state he thought about telling the other dark haired man to back off.

Against his better judgement he did. Weaving his way through the crowd, he walked up to them. "Hey!" he slurred.

The darker hair man frowned. "Can I help you?" Mokuba noticed a lone dice earring in his left ear.

"No real man wear jewelry!" Mokuba said while stumbling.

"Ryou what is this?"

The man called Ryou sighed. "Nothing Duke I swear. I don't even know him."

Duke looked between them before tring to steer Ryou away.

"No. Come back."

Duke sighed and pushed Mokuba away. "Go home kid. You're drunk."

Mokabu stumbled and fell before passing out. When he woke up his head was spinning and he felt dry on the inside ad out. He was surprised to see his brother standing over him.

"Seto?" he croaked.

Seto didn't reply and instead handed him two white pills and a glass of water. He swallowed the pills and drained the glass of its contents.

"You were drunk. Why are you drinking?"

Now was Mokuba's turn for silence. "I'm guessing that wasn't your first time, was it?"

"No."

Seto sighed. "I pulled you from your classes. One of your teachers said that you smelled like alcohol one day in class."

"I was stressed out. I didn't know what else to do."

"I think you need a break."

"I'm passing everything Seto! Can't I just finish the semester? Please?" Spring break was coming up and Seto said that he would let him take the private jet to anywhere he wanted if he passed midterms and his grades were good.

"No. And our deal for spring break is off the table."

"Seto! No! You promised."

"I did no such thing. You're starting to sound like Joey. And our deal was for you to keep your grades up. You're barely passing one of your classes with a 70 percent."

Mokuba didn't reply and instead turned over in the bed.

"Be ready in a few hours," Seto said as he headed towards the door.

"Why?"

"Mom and Dad are coming over."

Mokuba groaned while Seto chuckled.