It Was Fate
Disclaimer!: I DO NOT own Yu- Gi- Oh!
"GUYS NIGHT," Joey yelled as they entered the club. Yami, Tristian, and Joey go to clubs every Friday night for a break from school and such. Joey and Tristian for the girls. Yami for the entertainment. He got bored with the game shop and his puzzle throughout the week. The interior of the club looked like any other club. Strobe lights and people on ecstasy. Leather couches and a bar. And a bar tender. "Look at her," Joey said. "I'm with you, man," Tristian said. Yami could understand the exchange. The bartender was beautiful. With the deepest brown eyes Yami had ever seen and shiny, jet-black hair, she stunned every man in the club. Yami soon realized he was staring, and looked away. Too late, he realized Joey and Tristian had left to talk to a group of girls. Not knowing what else to do, Yami headed toward the the bar for a seat. He looked out at the crowd, watching people dance. He almost burst into tears. Some people just COULD NOT DANCE!
Suddenly, Yami felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned to see the bartender walking toward him. Actually, walk was the wrong word. She moved like she was dancing, just moving her hips enough to look good, but not like a slut. As she closed in on Yami, he could smell her sweet purfume, not sour like the smell of the alcohol she served. "Hello. My name is Sophie, can I get you anything," she asked in a soft, sing-song voice unfit for her surroundings. "A jello- shot please, Yami replied. He was taken aback at how decent she was. "Coming right up," Sophie answered. As if she had read his thoughts, she added "Your pretty polite. What's your name, stranger?" Yami smiled at her mock- Southern drawl. "Yami," Yami said. Again, she smiled and looked as if she was about to say more, but at that moment a large man stomped behind the bar and grabbed her roughly by the elbow. "T-terry," Sophie squeaked. She tried to put on a calm disposition, but Yami saw through her ruse. "Where have been, Sophie? I've looked everywhere for you," the gorilla named Terry breathed in an insane attempt at a murmur. Suddenly sensing eyes upon him, Terry turned and saw Yami studying him. "So, you've made a new friend." He smirked, which instantly put Yami on edge. "I'm Terry. Sorry, but you'll have to exuse Sophie," he said in a disgustingly casual voice. Without waiting for an answer, Terry turned on his heel and strode out the back door, yanking Sophie along the way. Yami had managed a brief glimpse of Sophie's eyes before she was gone. "I'm putting on a brave face, but I'm scared out of my mind," they said. Yami couldnt go sticking his nose where it didn't belong, so he made a deal with himself. If she wasn't back in five minutes, he'd check on her.