We were parked outside of the familiar nightclub; the one I usually always wind up going home drunk from. My heart pounded with excitement, eager to get my lips on a glass of beer. Marik, on the other hand, was not so thrilled as he reluctantly got out of his car. We walked inside and the loud music of the nightclub quickly overpowered the roars of thunder outside. Smoke drifted lightly to the ceiling and teenagers, probably looking to get laid, danced erotically on the dance floor. For most people, this was a place to dread and avoid, but for me, it was all familiar atmosphere. I made my way to the bar, with Marik quickly following behind me. I took a seat on one of the barstools and the bartender turned around to greet me. He smiled when he saw my face.

"Hey, buddy, welcome back!"
I raised an eyebrow. "Do I know you?"
"Probably not since the last time we met you were flat out drunk!"
"That sounds about right!", Marik giggled.
"Whatever!" I groaned.
The bartender set a glass in front of me and slowly poured beer until it foamed at the rim. "Here, its on me!", he said. I gave the bartender a suspicious look before accepting the drink and offering my thanks.
He then turned his attention to Marik. "Hey, blondie! Whatcha want to drink?"
"Oh well, I don't really drink..."
"Aw come on, Marik!", I urged. "Order something to drink and relax already!"
"Um..."
"Give him a shot of whiskey on me.", I ordered for him.

I could tell Marik wasn't used to this. He kept his head down and his hands in his lap. This was obviously his first time in a nightclub, and most likely his first time drinking. Despite all of that, he came here anyway, all for the sake of me. I gave him a pat on the back and he tensed up a little before realizing it was only me. I gave him a reassuring look before he allowed himself to relax a bit. The bartender set the drink down in front of him and he nodded gratefully. Marik took a tiny sip from the shot of whiskey and a disgusted look appeared on his face. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Sh-shutup!", Marik said blushing. "You know I'm not a drinker!"
"Which makes it even funnier!"
"Hmph!"

This time Marik tilted his head back as he drank the entire shot. He slammed the glass back on the bar and then looked at me with a tiny, but still disgusted smirk on his face. "See, I can handle it!", he said feeling confident.
"Just don't over do it!", I teased.
"You're one to talk."

Marik snapped his fingers at the bartender and ordered another which he quickly gobbled up. And then ordered another. As much as I wanted to tell him to slow down, things just might get interesting if I let him have at it. It looked like this kid just wanted to try and surpass me. I just shook my head and took a swig of my beer before the blonde finally had enough.

"Geez, how can you drink this stuff?"
"Its something you have to grow accustomed to."
Marik just put his hand on his forehead and took a deep breath.
I gave him an amusing look. "Five shots and you already look hopeless!"
"Shutup!"

The atmosphere between us fell silent until the music in the background suddenly changed. I heard the whole club cheer as everyone ran to the center of the dance floor. I recognized the song; it was pretty popular at schools and such. Too kid-like if you asked me. Marik didn't seem to like it either and ordered another drink.

"See, I told you that you would get used to it.", I said.
"Mhm.", he set the shot glass down and smiled.

Marik seemed to be much more relaxed now and he started bobbing his head to the music and swinging his feet as he sat on the barstool. He kept laughing about something before turning his attention towards me.

"I reeeally like dancing. How about you?", he said with a slightly different tone in his voice.
"Nah, I don't dance much."

Marik tapped his fingers on the bar and tried to sing along with the song in the background, which he obviously didn't know the lyrics to. Oh yeah, he had a serious buzz going on. Was I amused? Highly.

"So, what do you like to do?", I asked trying to test the level of his buzz.
"Mmmm, well, I like to cook and, uh... hang out and stuff. And I love this song!"

Once again, he tried singing along to the song in the background, and failed miserably as his voice slurred with every word! I tried deeply not to laugh, but it was too much! I couldn't help but to put my head down in amusement and laugh at the now drunken blonde next to me. I picked my head back up to look at him. His cheeks were cherry red and he was hiccuping to no end. He swung his hand in the air to the music and let out excited "whoo's" until he almost fell off the barstool.

"Ok, Marik, you're drunk. Lets go.", I said standing up, still chuckling to myself.
He looked at me and smiled. "Duuuude, your hair is sooooo white!", he slurred.
"Yeah, I know. Lets go."

I hastily placed a twenty dollar bill down on the bar. "Keep the change!", I told the bartender as he collected the money. He nodded and I firmly grabbed Marik's arm. I literally had to drag him out of the club. He staggered hopelessly by my side and looked like he wanted to throw up. Luckily, he wasn't quite to that point.

"Come on, Marik.", I said struggling to walk him to the car.
"Bakuraaaaa!"
"What?"
"Watch out for that stop sign!"
I looked up. "Marik, thats a fire hydrant."
"Nope, its definitely a stop sign!"
"Uh, sure." I agreed as I put him in the car.

I got in the driver's seat and grabbed the keys from Marik's pocket. Just as I started the engine, the blonde tapped my leg. "Bakura, wait! I have to throw up!"

He opened the door and coughed heavily as the fluids exited his system. He closed the door and wiped his mouth before falling back on the seat. "Bakura, dude, you're awesome!", he said still obviously drunk.
"Yeah, I know."

Just as I put the car in drive, I heard light snoring. "Pfft, I can't believe that knocked you out already." I mumbled halting at a traffic light. By now the heavy rain had quelled and the traffic was pretty high. It was going to be a long ride home.

It was a little after 8:00 p.m. before I pulled up in the drive way of Marik's house. I turned off the car and looked at the hopelessly drunk Egyptian blonde next to me. His head was turned to the side as he inhaled and exhaled in his sleeping state. I couldn't help but to laugh a little bit. This kid couldn't hold his liquor for anything. Maybe I shouldn't have pressured him to have a drink. Feeling a little guilty with myself, I leaned over slightly and tapped his shoulder.

"Marik, wake up!"
He didn't respond.

"Marik!", I tapped his shoulder again and he moved, but not the way I was expecting. His body just fell over to the door and his head leaned against the window. He let out a loud exhale as he continued his drunken slumber. "Come on, Marik, don't make me carry you!", I begged. Again, no response. I guess that was the only thing I could do. I got out of the car, unlocked the door to his house, and then went back around to the passenger's side of the car. I opened the door, and caught the blonde just in the nick of time as he was about to fall out of the seat. "Even when he's asleep, he's still annoying.", I groaned. I picked him up bridal style and used my hip to slam the car door shut. Marik's legs dangled as I carried him through the doorway. His head was rested against my chest while one hand was on his stomach and the other dangled in the air. This kid sleeps better than me when I get wasted!

I walked into the bedroom and lied him down gently on the bed. He seemed to welcome the comfort as he rolled over and curled up like a helpless child. I covered him up and thought about how ironic this scene was. Usually, I'm the one flat out drunk and in bed, but it seems to the other way around now. A smile sneaked its way across my face thinking about today's little mishaps; especially the one in the park. If I were blushing right now, I'd imagine my face would be as pink as a flamingo. I heard Marik shuffle under the sheets in the background.

"B-Bakura..." he mumbled.
I quickly turned around. "What is it? You need something?"
No response.

It was then that I realized he was just talking in his sleep. I sighed with a bit of relief and grabbed a pillow from the bed. Just as I was about to make my way to the living room, I heard the words, "I love you." being mumbled. I dropped the pillow and turned around. Marik was still asleep. Did I just imagine that? No, it was definitely his voice. Curiously, I walked to the side of the bed and knelt down in front of Marik's face. He was breathing slowly, a faint scent of liquor coming from his breath. His face almost glowed in the darkness as the moon reflected through the window. I stroked a lock of blonde hair out his face and gently rubbed his cheek. Without thinking, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. His lips were soft and warm. Strange, they didn't quite feel like this when I kissed him in the park.

He moved slightly and I quickly pulled away. What the bloody hell did I just do? I just kissed a guy... for the second time! Only this time, it was all my doing, no ducks and not enough alcohol to say I was drunk; just me and this strange kid laying down comfortably in his bed. My heart pounded and that familiar, yet mysterious hot feeling returned. The strange part was, kissing him kind of felt nice. So what am I saying, that I'm in love? Ha, yeah right! I shook my head and muttered, "Sleep well, kid." before walking out of the bedroom.

Me: Yay, drunk Marik! More to come! Reviews make me happy! ;)