Viva Las Vegas!
By dark-angel-rising
REVIEWS!
Alucardlordofvampires – It honestly isnt, I was just reading Dreams of Power by Her Sweetness. I think I broke a rib trying to stay quiet. Thanks for the review, hope you like this chappie!
Meowzy-chan – Ohhhh! I love your stories! Hehe, thanks for reviewing!
Angela – Well, sorry to say that you're not the first reviewer, but, I'll be nice and give you a cookie because you seem like you're about to have a nervous breakdown. JK. Anyway, I really like this story too, but unless I get some more ideas, I may abandon it unintentionally.
Yugi's Light Keeps Me Pure – Yeah, but I've been there only once a long time ago, so I just made stuff up. You can't know what's in the closet, but that will be revealed sometime in this story. Anyways, thankies for the review!
random critic – Nah, he only had time to grab the one, otherwise, I'd have one too… hehe…
So sorry about the wait, Sorin escaped and Shah had a bad case of Andersitis, (hahahaha) but he's better now and Sorin is back.
Sorin: She added another padlock to this cage, I cant see the door properly now. Sniff.
DAR: Shut it, you.
On to….
Chapter 3 of Viva Las Vegas!
"Hey, uh, Bakura?"
"Yeeeees?"
"Will you really let anyone see those pictures?"
"Yeeees."
"Dammit."
"It's your fault you decided to sleep on that bed, I told you to sleep opn the couch!" Bakura said, turning the TV off and looking at Marik. The blonde Egyptian looked scandalized. "Unlike you, Tomb Thief, I need my beauty sleep! I can hardly get that on a couch!" He said in a huff. Bakura rolled his eyes. They were left alone in the hotel room while Yami went to see the rest of the hotel. Bakura had refused to come as he complained that it was hotter than in Egypt outside, and Marik said something about the closet.
Sudden hissing was heard from the closet and Marik all but bolted to the closed door, sliding inside. Bakura decided that it was best not to ask what it was that the other spirit was doing in there. He took bite out of his breakfast, which to his disgust was eggs. He hated eggs. Yami just told him to order the cheapest thing he could find on the breakfast menu. It was scrambled eggs. If there was enything he hated more than eggs it was scrambled eggs. To top it all off, these were really runny. Eww. He shuddered and spit the half-chewed food out the window, where it probably fell on an innocent passerby's head. He snickered sadistically. He could get used to this.
Marik left the hotel room, bored and in desperate need of a drink and some gambling. He wanted Bakura to come with him, but the latter was watching Ocean's 11 and scribbling furiously in a notebook. After the movie ended, the white haired spirit grinned evilly and went down stairs to look for the casino cages.
He decided to take a quick detour at a nearly empty bar and saw Marik there, the other spirit obviously drunk as he tried to order another beer. He got angry when the bartender refused, slurring, "A'e you sayin' tha' I can' get a drink cause I don' look old enou-sh!"
The bartender shook his head, "No it's because you're too drunk to tell the difference between beer and piss."
"A'e you insultin' meesh?" Marik asked, standing up shakily and trying to glare at the bartender, and failing miserably. The bartender shook his head again.
"No.""Oh." Marik then noticed some guys sitting at the other end of the table, laughing at him. Growling, he stalked over. "A'e yoush laughin' at meesh?" The leader of the group nodded, grinning at the entoxicated Egyptian. "Yes."
"Ohh, you'e so gonna geth it!" Marik tried to punch the dude in the face, but ended up being a whole foot short and loosing his balance.
Part of Bakura wanted to help him up, but the other part told im that what would happen next would be very funny. And it was.
Marik crashed into one of the seated guys. The man put a hand on Marik shoulder to steady himself. Marik, now being drunk and angry pushed the guys off. "Le'sh go of meesh." He snarled, trying to punch the leader again. This time however, he hit. The man yowled in pain and tackled Marik, followed by the other guys. An anime dust cloud appeared, out of which hands and arms were sticking out in odd directions. Suddenly there was a cry of pain and a furious, "You little twerp! You just bit by leg!" This was followed by incoherent shouts and cursing. The dust cloud settled, and Marik was sitting victoriously on top of the pile of guys, holding his Millennium Rod over his head.
"Haha yoush loose's I with!" He shouted, hitting the leader over the head with the rod for good measure. Top seal his victory, he jumped up on the table and started doing a rather disturbing victory dance. He was about half-way through it when the police officers came.
Bakura and Yami were sitting in the room, both eating their dinners.
"So, Marik got arrested, huh?" Yami asked, taking a bite out of his pasta dish. Across from him, Bakura nodded, chewing contentedly on his raw steak, blood dripping out of his mouth and onto his plate. "Yeah." Yami stayed silent for a moment, thinking. "Do you think he's someone's bitch yet?" He finally asked.
Bakura nodded immediately. Yeah… probably… he has such pretty eyes…"
Yami nodded in agreement and they turned their attention back to their food.
Meanwhile…
The guard poked Marik, wondering if the guy was dead or alive. Just then the prone figure groaned, "Five mo' minush, mommy."
The guard had a sweatdrop the size of Texas hanging off his head.
Author's Note –
Again, so sorry about the long wait, but I really had no ideas for this chappie, that's why I'll give extra brownie points to all those who send me ideas for the next chapter.
Oh, and I'll dedicate the chappie to my the person who reviews first along with other great prizes.
Hehe…
Anyway, uh, peace out,
DAR