Thanks to the readers:

Amarin Rose: I'm glad you like it. I enjoy the pairing and I hope I did do well with them. It's just too fun XD

CherryRedHead: XD Yayayay! Thanks so much. I hope you like this chapter too and I'm not trying to condone the drinking of tequila but when Bakura's around what can you do?

RobotCat: Isn't Placebo just lovely? I have another IsisXBakura pairing story (You Are The Everything) but it's a one-shot. Enjoy the new chapter

Hope: There is! Yay! Thanks for your review

And now onto chapter two

Isis woke to the warm sensation of sunlight on her skin. The feeling, rather than the sight. She stirred, placing a tanned palm over her eyes. It was a blur. For the first few moments, she thought she was in her own room, her own bed, her own sun shinning through her curtains. She yawned, cat-like, and snuggled deep into the covers.

But as her mind softly cleared, a dull ache started in her forehead and spread to her brain. She moaned softly. It felt like... God, did she have a hangover? She'd only been drunk enough once before so she knew what one felt like. Oh, but she wasn't going to think about that... Something about too many margaritas and dancing on the bar to some Shania Twain song before Malik pulled her out of there and took her home. Of course, she didn't remember any of it but the splitting headache in the morning and Malik's recap proved embarressing enough.

She pulled a pillow over her eyes and, with another moan, remembered that she'd gone to that club the night before. Sighing, tried to sheild her sensitive green eyes from the harsh light of day and looked around.

A moment passed before it occured to her that the room she was in was not her own. Not the room, not the bed, not even the sun or the curtains. Where the hell was she?! Turning away from the window, Isis tried to focus her eyes. Holy Re, was SHE ever surprised by what she saw in that bed beside her!

Lids over coca-dusted eyes, soft white hair brushing strong shoulders, full pink lips parted slightly in sleep, the knowledge that there was nothing between his body and the sheet that draped his frame. And like an epiphany, it dawned on her.

This was HIS apartment, HIS room, HIS bed, HIS sun, HIS RADAMN CURTAINS!! Quickly, she shuffled as far away from the tomb robber as possible on the small bed. It squeaked. Bakura stirred.

Ok... Ok... OKOKOKOKOKOK... Now, you went to the club and you must have gotten drunk... VERY drunk... And Bakura must have been there and he must have... And YOU must have... And, together, you two must have...

She escaped from the bed and began searching madly for clothes in a haze of panic. Your shirt, your pants, HIS shoe! Oh, Re, help me! As she attempted to pull her sweater down over her head, the graceful goddess slipped on a book lying carelessly on the floor and sailed through the air before crashing into a wall. Moaning, Isis parted the hair in her face as if it were a curtain and was immediately paralyzed as her eyes met the dark chocolate ones of the man in the bed.

"Oh. You're up." He looked unfazed by her gravity-defying leap, but rather stating the obvious. Then, pensively, he smiled.

"And I was going to make breakfast..."

Isis scrambled to her feet, at the same time attempting to reclaim her dignity and stared at him as if petrified.

"You alright, luv?"

She shivered at the nickname. "I have... to go."

"Oh." It seemed as if nothing she could say or do would shock the snow-haired Yami. He smiled and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. "At least let me make you some coffee."

Or maybe he was so nonchalant because nothing she did really COULD shock him! Maybe she'd shocked him enough last night! But how could she know? She couldn't remember! Oh, what had happened?!

"Luv...?" Bakura's voice was searching. "You are making the most frightening face right now..."

Of course she was, damnit, she was horrified! It was like she'd woken up in a radamn episode of Days of Our Lives! It was one thing to lust after someone, to imagine bodice-ripping daydreams inspired by too many bad romance novels... BUT IT WAS ANOTHER TO GET REALLY DRUNK AND GO TO HIS APARTMENT AND-- Oooh, the evidence was all there, but what had they done?!

After what seemed like an hour of internal screaming and shell-shocked horror, Isis finally managed the word, "Coffee."

Bakura smiled and stepped out of the bed, tossing the sheet aside. Isis gasped and turned her back, again sent into a state of catatonia. She had almost seen him naked! Had she already seen him naked? God, she was losing it! She felt like banging her head on the wall until she'd knocked herself into a blissful state of unconciousness. For Isis, if things in her life weren't completely in control, she felt her goddess image crack and she just couldn't handle the pressure.

Naturally, she'd tried to be nice by staying for coffee, civil at least, and maybe a little curious to see if he'd bring up the night's activities, whatever they'd been... Not that she needed a map to figure it out but Isis was living in complete denial.

She sat at the table, wearing her clothes from the night before. It felt weird, scandalous. Granted, it was weird enough to be sitting in Bakura's kitchen as he prepared her coffee, but for some reason, it seemed even more surreal. Probably because she was wearing that tight sweater and low-rider jeans, her "hottie" outfit, Malik called it just to piss her off. Oh and had she mentioned that Bakura was not only shuffling around the coffee pot causciously but that he was hearing a white hotel bathrobe, the sash tied too loosely for her sanity's sake. Isis couldn't help but wonder about where and when he swiped that robe from the Holiday Inn.

"Here." He handed her the coffee (in a mug reading Scratch and Dent World, complete with directional map). She said nothing for a minute as she properly sipped the coffee. Then blinked and stared up at him.

"Cream and sugar?"

"Yeah," he pointed at her cup and then took a drink of his own. "It's in there."

"I know." She smiled. It surprised her that he knew what she wanted in her coffee... Unless she'd told him last night!-- Her face turned sour and sick again.

Bakura then sighed and put down his coffee. "Are you alright?"

Isis blinked and stared at him as if in shock.

"Ok, so apparently the question's moot." Bakura shrugged. "You just seem... off. What is it?"

The goddess thought for a moment or two, then squared her shoulders. It was now or never. She had to know what kind of scandalous things they'd done so that she could stop worrying and assess the situation with a level head.

"Well... you see..." She cleared her throat, tapped her coffee cup. "I am not... entirely certain about what happened between us last night..."

"Ah..." Bakura nodded, in an instant understanding her insane fits of fear and confusion. He took a thoughtful sip of his coffee and opened his mouth to say something, Isis hanging desperately on his words.

"Too bad."

Again in shock, Isis stared. The snow haired bishounen stood and shuffled over to the sink where he began doing dishes. "Shame... Oh well. You sure you don't want any breakfast?"

Isis was going insane. The LEAST he could do was TELL her what they'd DONE!! Who CARES if the evidence had all been there?! She refused to believe she had... No. Not unless he said it.

But she still wanted to know. Her denial was too great but her curiousity burned. Sighing, she tilted her head down to stare at her hands.

That's when she saw it. Ten-thirty. Her wristwatch practically screamed the truth. TEN-THIRTY!!!!! She was over an hour late for work! Ra-DAMNIT!

She jumped up from the table and made a mad dash for the door. The goddess grabbed the handle and of the cracked, pale-green front door of the tiny apartment and clawed viciously at it. IT WOULDN'T OPEN! SHE WAS LOCKED INSIDE! SHE WOULD BE TRAPPED HERE FOREVER WITHOUT A HOPE OF BEING FOUND BECAUSE NO ONE EVER CAME TO VISIT BAKURA!!!

Vainly, she scratched at and clawed and pulled at the door but it refused to budge. Oh the entire world was spinning and SHE was TRAPPED in an appartment with YAMI BAKU--

The dull click of the lock on the door being turned brought her back to reality. She looked up in sheer panic to see Bakura, his eyebrow raised and a small worried smirk playing across his features as he slowly turned the lock, allowing her to escape. Isis opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

"You might want to go, Luv..." Bakura said slowly, not daring to laugh at her but unable to hide his grin. "You're already late for work."

Isis narrowed her eyes. He was teasing her! Of all the nerve! Well, of course, in all aspects she was acting quite insane... But he had no right to poke fun at her. Isis squared her shoulders again, conviction once more filling her as she prepared herself for what she knew she had to say.

"Listen... All of this was just a big... mistake. That's all... I was drunk... very drunk... and this was only a... mistake. A one-night thing."

"Fine." Bakura nodded good-naturedly.

"But first... I need to know..." She took a deep breath. "...Did we?"

He blinked as if still waiting for her to finish her sentence. She blinked because she thought she already had.

"'Did we' what?" He asked, seeming truly puzzledm, drawing closer to her as if trying to understand.

"Did we..." Isis knew what he was doing. He was trying to make her say it. But she wouldn't say it. She couldn't. It was all too much for her. "Did we... you know..."

"No I don't know, Luv, that's why I'm asking..." Bakura was even closer now, still wearing that mask of such confusion. "What is it?"

Isis couldn't say it! She was a lady, damnit! She didn't talk about things like this, not out loud! She could only hope she'd been a lady last night. A very drunk lady who'd done the right thing by not driving home and just asking her dear, tomb-robbing friend to give her a lift. But, of course, this couldn't possibly be the case... So, Isis' curiousity won over her decency and she leaned as close to him as possible, whispering as quietly and lady-like as she could.

"Did we... have... sex...?"

"Oh, SEX!" Bakura chuckled loudly and Isis instinctively shushed him. He snickered at her paranoia. A pause passed before the tomb robber leaned forward to where there was no room between him and the goddess he had trapped between his body and the corner. His lips brushed her ear sensually as he whispered,

"Yes, Luv, we did..."

Mentally, Isis wrote her will. She knew she was either going to die or go insane but either way, she'd end up doling out her nice things and preparing to spend eternity in a solitary box.

"You should go..." Bakura murmered, though his hands were still firmly placed on her hips. Finally, he released her and she stumbled, bewildered, into the daylight.

"Oh, and pet--!" She heard the chocolate-laced voice calling to her as she placed her hand on the car door. Shakily, she prepared herself to look back.

"Don't worry... I won't tell him, I promise." With a smirk, Bakura disappeared back behind the green door.

Him? HIM?! HIM! Oh, Re, please take her now! Isis clawed her way into the front seat of her modest auto and drove away in a haze of insanity. Of all people, how could she have forgotten about HIM?! What would her brother think, her friends?! But, NEVER--

Her cell phone rang and she screamed. Stumbling, she reached into her purse and turned the small phone over in her trembling hands. Great. When exactly did she become the most unlucky woman on the face of the Earth? She took a deep breath, trying to curb her fears and answered.

"Hello?"

"Hey." Of course it was him! Why wouldn't it be him. "Where were you all night? I tried to call..."

"Ah... I left my purse in the car and unplugged the phone. Hard night." LIAR! Isis's mind screamed. Well, what the hell else was she supposed to say. 'Well, honey, I went back to Bakura's place and apparently slept with him and then couldn't remember cause I'd been so trashed the night before!' That'd be a nice 'Good morning' to give your boyfriend...

"Oh. Well, what are you doing now? Do you want to have lunch with me?"

"Sure." Isis felt so guilty she could have died. But it was best to try and forget. Go to lunch. Put it out of your mind. And NEVER do this again. Isis nodded to her inner monologue and smiled into the phone.

"I'll meet you at the cafe on Smiths?"

"Ten minutes. See you there." She heard him smirking and had to grin herself.

"Goodbye, Isis."

"Goodbye, Seto."

K, freaked or not by this, give me a little explaination time and let the story run its course? Or flame me I guess ::shrugs:: Anyway, let me know what you think. Thanks mucho for reading.