Marik was still trying to get the Millennium Puzzle from Yugi Motto. He was in the middle of a duel with him. Marik had 2200 Life Points and Yugi had 800.
"I summon Dark Magician in attack mode!" Said Yugi, who was in his sexy alter ego Yami the Pharaoh. The Dark Magician stood tall and strong. Marik smiled while Yugi continued. "I also put a card faced down and end my turn." Marik began to laugh.
"Oh you just made a huge mistake." Marik had strong cards on the field and attacked Yugi's Kuriboh. "The weakest link should go first! Ha! I am hilarious!" Marik boasted as Yami sexily smirked. "Wait… Why are you smiling?" Marik questioned.
"Oh… Because of this!" Exclaimed Yami. He turned over the card he had faced down and it was the Hat Trick. "Dark Magician! Hat Trick!" Yami said with a smile on his face. "Another loss for you Marik. What is it now? 9 to 0?" Yami laughed.
"Oh that's not fair!" Marik whined. "You always use that card!" Marik pouted. Yami continued to laugh as Marik's monsters attacked the hat which the Dark Magician wasn't in. The Dark Magician attacked and Marik's Life Points went down to zero. Marik continued to whine. "It's really not fair at all!" Yami began to walk towards his friends and turned back into Yugi. He turned to face Marik.
"Better luck next time Marik!" He shouted as Joey and Tristan argued and walked away. Marik put his head down in shame and turned around.
"Bakura!" He yelled to the white fluffy haired person behind him. "Why does Yugi always beat me?" He asked. "Every friggin' time!" Marik angrily held his Millennium Rod and mumbled under his breath.
"Shut up. I honestly don't care anymore. I've tried to tell you before that he cheats." Bakura lectured. "Want to go get some drinks?" Marik began to cry and nodded his head.
"Why're you…. *hic* So British?" Marik asked as he shed tears from losing another duel. He and Bakura walked to the nearest bar to soak Marik's sorrows. Marik ordered a pint of a generic alcohol and Bakura order a cocktail. After about 30 minutes Marik had drunk 9 pints of alcohol. "WHY? WHY ARE CATS SO FLUFFY?" Marik began asking. Bakura's cheeks were lightly colored and Marik was completely drunk.
"Listen, let's go home…" Bakura suggested as he paid for their drinks. Marik grabbed hold of the bar and looked up into Bakura's eyes. Bakura looked back and blushed. Marik had tears in his eyes and looked adorable.
"I don't want to go home…. I'm still sad." Marik whined as Bakura grabbed his arm. Marik was weakened by the alcohol and Bakura easily took him out of the bar. Marik fought and ended up hitting Bakura in the face leaving a red mark. "I…." Marik began as Bakura looked down.
"Oh… You want to be punished?" He smiled sadistically. Marik looked up frightened. Bakura continued to drag him to their home and through the door. Bakura shut it behind him and threw Marik to the ground. "Now time to start…" Bakura smiled devilishly. Marik was still drunk so his face was red. Bakura got on top of him and lifted his shirt.