Hotaru: okay I'm a terribly evil person, but I thought dis'd be fun!
Serin: *yawns* what ARE you talking about?
Hotaru: my secret plan!
Serin: *flatly* I ain't a secret anymore, ya told em in tha summary.
Hotaru: *blink* . DAMN! Oh well I still get ta torture people ^ ^
Serin: you're insane, and stupid
Hotaru: *pulls out the millennium rod* you did not just say dat
Serin: yes I did
Hotaru: *smacks him over the head with the golden item* no, you didn't
Serin: @.@ ooh look at the pretty colors...*falls over*
Hotaru: *sighs* moron, Okays you guys know dis one by now...Disclaimer: I don't own squat okay, wish I did, but I don't, so let's get off da subject. Oh and warning: dis is a Yaoi fic, meaning Guy+Guy stuffs okay? If you are homophobic...go away. Alrighty then! On with da fic!
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Yugi, Yami, Joey, Ryou, and much to their dismay Bakura, were sitting in a club watching the other people have fun. More specifically Joey was watching for girls.
"Hey Yug, think dis is da right place to find a girl" Joey asked.
"I don't know Joey" Yugi answered. At that exact moment a girl walked by the table and Joey, strong willed guy that he was, went following after her.
"That fool" Bakura muttered taking a sip of his drink. Ryou looked at him.
"That's alcoholic, Yami you can't drink, you're not old enough!" Ryou counseled.
"Shut up, I'm over a thousand years old, I can drink if I want to" he growled taking another swig. Ryou visibly cringed back and Yami glared at the spirit. Bakura looked at the pharaoh from over his glass. "Don't even start it Pharaoh, I'm not in the mood." Yami looked like he was going to yell but a glance at Yugi stopped him. There was definite hostility in the air but no one really talked. Although a little later Yami started hitting the alcohol.
"Quit being a wimp, pharaoh" Bakura snapped. Yami glared. "Hey Yami, I'll bet you've never played shooters before."
"What's that?" Yami asked.
"Its very simple we keep doing shots until the loser passes out. That'll be you" he answered. Ryou and Yugi stared wide eyed at the spirit of the puzzle. Would he do it?
"I do not think-"
"I knew you were too much of a loser to accept my challenge. That means, I WIN, by the fault" Bakura said smugly. Yami slammed his fist down on the table.
"That's it, YOUR ON!!" he snapped. The waitress came over with a tray full of the little shot glasses.
"We'll start off easy for you, pharaoh, a little schnapps okay?" Bakura asked. The spirit glared and muttered a yes, and the waitress put the first three rounds down. Three sets of two shots, on set blue, one set yellow, and one set clear. Bakura grabbed the clear one and a lemon from the tray. Yami did the same. The two ancients glared at each other as they downed the shot then sucked on the lemon. Yami twitched slightly as the liquor entered his system but the tomb robber, alcoholic that he was, didn't feel a thing.
"That wasn't so bad" Yami coughed out. Bakura laughed.
"You are such a wuss" Bakura crowed. The tri-colored teen growled and grabbed the next shot and a new lemon. Bakura shrugged. They went through the shots of schnapps and Yami was reeling. Bakura chuckled and motioned for the waitress to put down more. "Time for the good stuff Yami, ever heard of a Kamikaze?"
"What is it?" Yami asked with a slightly dizzy tone
"Vodka, triple sec, and lime juice" Bakura answered calmly. Yami blinked at him. Vodka? That was some serious stuff. Yugi and Ryou were getting upset and as Yami looked over at Yugi he could tell that he wanted the spirit to stop. But Pride is a strong thing and as Yami's gaze floated over to the thief he felt the pain of hurt pride force him to grab the new shot. He took it straight, no lemon, and surprised all of them.
"Your go, Akifa" the spirit of the ring growled at the use of his real name. He downed the kamikaze and smirked. But on the inside he could feel his mind growing fuzzy. Yugi and Ryou stood up and looked at the two.
"Yami, be careful, I'm going home." Yugi said softly. Yami just waved goodbye while Ryou looked at Bakura.
"H-here's your k-key" Ryou stuttered holding out the house key. Bakura snatched it away and growled which sent his Hikari skittering. Yugi planted a kiss on Yami's cheek then walked off after Ryou. Bakura let out a groan of disgust.
"You two are pathetic" Bakura spat.
"Just cuz I don't use Yugi for nothing but sex doesn't mean I'm pathetic" the spirit snapped with a glare. A slight red tinge splashed over Bakura's pale cheeks.
"That's none of your damn business" he growled. The waitress sighed and sat down next to them. "Let's get to the hard stuff!"
"Alright then, what'll it be" the waitress asked. Bakura looked at her for a moment then smirked.
"Jose Cuervos" the two most deadly words in any bar. Jose Cuervos...the best tequila known to man. And the strongest.
"I'll get the glasses-" the waitress was cut off as Bakura raised a hand.
"No, we'll take it straight" the waitress gaped at the pale guy then nodded. Straight? Was he insane? Taking any tequila straight would screw with your mind but JC? That'd be like bungee jumping without the bungee! She set the bottle between them and watched as they took turns taking drinks.
*~*~* the next morning *~*~*
Yami groaned and rolled over in bed. He heard a similar groan and felt an arm thrown around his neck. One deep violet eye opened slowly then the other joined it in a wide eyed stare.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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Hotaru: ah ha an evil cliffy in my first ever Yaoi fic! How talented I am! ^ ^
Serin: *nods* very nice, very nice, now do I say the REVIEW!!!!!! Thing?
Hotaru: ya just did, Hun, thanks.
Serin: . DAMN!!
Serin: *yawns* what ARE you talking about?
Hotaru: my secret plan!
Serin: *flatly* I ain't a secret anymore, ya told em in tha summary.
Hotaru: *blink* . DAMN! Oh well I still get ta torture people ^ ^
Serin: you're insane, and stupid
Hotaru: *pulls out the millennium rod* you did not just say dat
Serin: yes I did
Hotaru: *smacks him over the head with the golden item* no, you didn't
Serin: @.@ ooh look at the pretty colors...*falls over*
Hotaru: *sighs* moron, Okays you guys know dis one by now...Disclaimer: I don't own squat okay, wish I did, but I don't, so let's get off da subject. Oh and warning: dis is a Yaoi fic, meaning Guy+Guy stuffs okay? If you are homophobic...go away. Alrighty then! On with da fic!
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Yugi, Yami, Joey, Ryou, and much to their dismay Bakura, were sitting in a club watching the other people have fun. More specifically Joey was watching for girls.
"Hey Yug, think dis is da right place to find a girl" Joey asked.
"I don't know Joey" Yugi answered. At that exact moment a girl walked by the table and Joey, strong willed guy that he was, went following after her.
"That fool" Bakura muttered taking a sip of his drink. Ryou looked at him.
"That's alcoholic, Yami you can't drink, you're not old enough!" Ryou counseled.
"Shut up, I'm over a thousand years old, I can drink if I want to" he growled taking another swig. Ryou visibly cringed back and Yami glared at the spirit. Bakura looked at the pharaoh from over his glass. "Don't even start it Pharaoh, I'm not in the mood." Yami looked like he was going to yell but a glance at Yugi stopped him. There was definite hostility in the air but no one really talked. Although a little later Yami started hitting the alcohol.
"Quit being a wimp, pharaoh" Bakura snapped. Yami glared. "Hey Yami, I'll bet you've never played shooters before."
"What's that?" Yami asked.
"Its very simple we keep doing shots until the loser passes out. That'll be you" he answered. Ryou and Yugi stared wide eyed at the spirit of the puzzle. Would he do it?
"I do not think-"
"I knew you were too much of a loser to accept my challenge. That means, I WIN, by the fault" Bakura said smugly. Yami slammed his fist down on the table.
"That's it, YOUR ON!!" he snapped. The waitress came over with a tray full of the little shot glasses.
"We'll start off easy for you, pharaoh, a little schnapps okay?" Bakura asked. The spirit glared and muttered a yes, and the waitress put the first three rounds down. Three sets of two shots, on set blue, one set yellow, and one set clear. Bakura grabbed the clear one and a lemon from the tray. Yami did the same. The two ancients glared at each other as they downed the shot then sucked on the lemon. Yami twitched slightly as the liquor entered his system but the tomb robber, alcoholic that he was, didn't feel a thing.
"That wasn't so bad" Yami coughed out. Bakura laughed.
"You are such a wuss" Bakura crowed. The tri-colored teen growled and grabbed the next shot and a new lemon. Bakura shrugged. They went through the shots of schnapps and Yami was reeling. Bakura chuckled and motioned for the waitress to put down more. "Time for the good stuff Yami, ever heard of a Kamikaze?"
"What is it?" Yami asked with a slightly dizzy tone
"Vodka, triple sec, and lime juice" Bakura answered calmly. Yami blinked at him. Vodka? That was some serious stuff. Yugi and Ryou were getting upset and as Yami looked over at Yugi he could tell that he wanted the spirit to stop. But Pride is a strong thing and as Yami's gaze floated over to the thief he felt the pain of hurt pride force him to grab the new shot. He took it straight, no lemon, and surprised all of them.
"Your go, Akifa" the spirit of the ring growled at the use of his real name. He downed the kamikaze and smirked. But on the inside he could feel his mind growing fuzzy. Yugi and Ryou stood up and looked at the two.
"Yami, be careful, I'm going home." Yugi said softly. Yami just waved goodbye while Ryou looked at Bakura.
"H-here's your k-key" Ryou stuttered holding out the house key. Bakura snatched it away and growled which sent his Hikari skittering. Yugi planted a kiss on Yami's cheek then walked off after Ryou. Bakura let out a groan of disgust.
"You two are pathetic" Bakura spat.
"Just cuz I don't use Yugi for nothing but sex doesn't mean I'm pathetic" the spirit snapped with a glare. A slight red tinge splashed over Bakura's pale cheeks.
"That's none of your damn business" he growled. The waitress sighed and sat down next to them. "Let's get to the hard stuff!"
"Alright then, what'll it be" the waitress asked. Bakura looked at her for a moment then smirked.
"Jose Cuervos" the two most deadly words in any bar. Jose Cuervos...the best tequila known to man. And the strongest.
"I'll get the glasses-" the waitress was cut off as Bakura raised a hand.
"No, we'll take it straight" the waitress gaped at the pale guy then nodded. Straight? Was he insane? Taking any tequila straight would screw with your mind but JC? That'd be like bungee jumping without the bungee! She set the bottle between them and watched as they took turns taking drinks.
*~*~* the next morning *~*~*
Yami groaned and rolled over in bed. He heard a similar groan and felt an arm thrown around his neck. One deep violet eye opened slowly then the other joined it in a wide eyed stare.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"
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Hotaru: ah ha an evil cliffy in my first ever Yaoi fic! How talented I am! ^ ^
Serin: *nods* very nice, very nice, now do I say the REVIEW!!!!!! Thing?
Hotaru: ya just did, Hun, thanks.
Serin: . DAMN!!