Finally, it was saturday night. Bakura had taken control with Ryou, who didn't hesitate to voice his concerns of him and Malik going out to a place that served alcohol. While Bakura had experience of his former lives about the dangers and consequences of drinking too much booze, Malik did not. And more often than not he came over to Bakura's apartment to sleep it off, also using the toilet to upchuck in, while trying to get some advil and gatorade to stay down.
Bakura thought it was hilarious. Ryou got annoyed and angry.
Either way, it had been a couple weeks, and they had all been quiet, and now Bakura was feeling like getting into some trouble, involving intoxication and dancing. He ran a brush through drying hair, and pulled on a pair of butt-hugging black jeans and a t-shirt that accented his thin, but tall frame.
He knew the things it did to Marik. And a flirty, drunk Malik was a good time in Bakura's book.
Picking up his phone he sent out the message: What bar are we still not banned from?
