Marik sighed as he sipped his drink and looked over at the crowd of party-goers. It was Isis who forced him to go to this stupid party! She said he needed to be "more social". Whatever that meant. He tiredly turned to the man that was hitting on him and forced a smile instead of telling him to f-off like he wanted to. The Egyptian turned back and scanned the up-beat crowd. His eyes then stopped at the door that he longed to bolt out. The door abruptly swung open, letting in the frigid December air. It was difficult to see the person who had just walked in due to the annoying flashing lights. Marik, at first mistook the person for a woman because of their long flowing white hair, but as the figure approached his harsh features and square body gave away the fact that he was male.
The silhouette paused and looked up he saw Marik for the first time, and marik saw his eyes for the first time. They were a shocking brown, more beautiful than any shade he'd ever seen before. The figure stood stock still in the middle of the crowd. Marik stared back, he knew absolutely nothing about the person he was watching but he felt as though he knew him to his very core. The figure finally advanced the rest of the way to Marik. There was an alluring smirk silently arranged on his handsome face he raised his eyebrows in anticipation.
"Have we met?" The man inquired seriously but still with a mocking demeanor.
"It would seem that way wouldn't it?" The Egyptian purred to the other.
"I'm Bakura and you spray tan? Who might you be?" Bakura's smirk grew larger as he watched the offense flicker across his counter-parts face.
"I am Marik Ishtar! And this is a genuine tan!" Marik exclaimed. This only gave his white haired companion more amusement and he began to chuckle.
"So can I buy you a drink Marik Ishtar?" Bakura asked putting emphasis on Marik's full name as he gestured to the bar. Marik turned to take a pointed drink from his glass that just happened to be suspiciously empty. He frowned and sighed.
"One" The blond said glaring. The pale bakura held up his hands in mock-surrender.
"That's all I'm asking." Bakura turned to the bartender and asked for a beer and an apple-tiny.
"I take you for a fruity guy who likes fruity drinks am I wrong?" Bakura wondered mockingly innocent as he raised an eyebrow. Marik would never admit it but he was dead-on.
"And you? I hate the world and all the things in it so I'll take my beer that's as salty and bitter as me?" Marik guessed.
"That's about it, Ishtar." Bakura stated bluntly. He turned to watch the crowd he suddenly chuckled to himself.
"What?" Marik snapped.
"Jeesh unwind a little I done bite, only sometimes when I'm hungry" Bakura said winking.
"I'm people watching, I profile people and decide their life stories based on what I see." Bakura smiled tentatively.
"That's awfully judge mental, Bakura." Marik stated. Bakura leaned in close to marik and whispered in his ear.
"But that's part of the fun, Marik you'll see." Marik felt Bakura's cold breath on his neck. He shivered, but it had nothing to do with Bakura's frigid breath.
Bakura turned back to the crowd and zeroed in on a blond female with a corset top and massive breast.
"Lets see Mrs. Top-heavy over there," Bakura whispered in Mariks ear pointing to the woman "She's definitely a pole dancer by day and a-"
" Hooker by night," Marik concluded, nodding "She was born male and dropped on her head as a child and always thought she was a girl so it went and had a sex-change" Bakura roared with laughter at this.
""You're good at this Marik." Bakura commented. He then nodded to a black-haired male who was sandwiched between a girl and guy. The male also had emerald eyes and thick eyeliner.
"Bi, currently single and still living with his mother." They both guffawed loudly at this and earned a few weird looks from others Marik gestured to a guy with brown hair and blue eyes who danced extremely awkwardly with a girl.
"Virgin, Possibly gay, plays too many card games and has ego issues." Bakura declared. Once again they laughed spasmodically.
Marik and Bakura's game continued for an hour or so. Marik glanced at his watch Isis would expect him home soon. Bakura watched him.
"Need to go?" He asked with his already familiar smirk in place.
"Yeah, my sister will expect me home soon." Bakura nodded He walked with Marik to the door.
"Hope to run into you again soon." Bakura purred coolly.
Suddenly Bakura crushed his lips to Mariks who responded slowly but happily. Huh he must be drunk Marik thought. As Bakura ended the kiss he bit Marik's bottom lip. He then backed away to let marik out the door. Marik sobered up a little from the kiss as he walked to his car in the frigid December air. He blushed and smiled the rest of the way home thinking one word, a name actually; Bakura. Isis saw him when he walked in and smiled when she saw him smiling for the first time in a while, but didn't question him because he looked tired.
When Marik finally slept he dreamt of the mysterious Bakura.