A/N: Thank you all for reading and reviewing! I'm trying to post as often as I can. I just saw the syllabus for my advanced law class. Holy Ra...I thought I had limited free time now. When that class starts in March, my free time will be nonexistent. Le sigh. So trying to get as far as I can in this one while I still have an itty bitty bit of free time. I hope you enjoy this chapter!
"Atemuuuuuuuuu," Malik wined clinging to my bicep and pulling at my arm.
I chuckled and mimicked his winey tone, "Whaaaaaaat?"
"Come dance with us! Please!" Malik continued pulling at my arm.
"I'm okay here for now with my drink," I nodded towards the tumbler full of whiskey. I watched a pout dance across the dusky lips of the sun-kissed blonde before he turned and went back to dance with Marik, Ryou, Bakura, and Yugi.
The band decided to go out to a club after performing at the fundraising event at the local news station. I don't blame them. Who knows when we will be able to go out again after this. Tomorrow we will be rehearsing all day for the concert that is the day after. The club was in a very large building with two floors. The first floor was a dance club and bar for anyone and everyone to enjoy. The second floor was the upscale club and bar for celebrities, A-listers, and other VIPs. The second floor also contained little individual spaces along the walls for groups to hang out in. Each space could be closed off from the rest of the club for added privacy by drawing the large flowing curtains.
I lounged on an overly large couch and watched the rest of the band members dancing together. My eyes continued to travel back to Yugi no matter what else I tried to look at. The club had professional dancers stationed on pedestals all around the room. As sexy as the professional dancers were, I could not resist the temptation to keep watching Yugi. I brought the drink to my lips and downed the full glass of whisky. I licked my lips to remove any remnants of the whisky from them.
A voice broke through the cloudy haze that filled my thoughts. I glanced around to locate where the voice came from. My eyes fell on a petite redhead with curly hair and blue eyes. She wore a tight leather skirt and a black corset.
"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said," I responded staring blankly at her.
"I just asked if you would like a refill on your drink," she pointed at my empty glass.
"That would be great," I smiled at her. She nodded as she held the whisky bottle over the glass; the dark liquid flowing out of the container and into my glass.
"Just let me know if you need anything else. My name is Kailey," she winked at me turned to leave.
"Leave the bottle please," I leaned forward; picking up the glass and swirled the liquid around in the tumbler.
She raised an eyebrow at me, "Leave the.."
"Bottle. Yes, please," I nodded and handed her the payment for the full bottle. She blinked at me surprised while handing me the full bottle of whisky. "Thank you," I smirked. She nodded and walked away.
I finished off the whisky in the glass prior to beginning on the bottle that rested in my lap. One of my favorite past times is to sit back with a good whisky and people watch. A scoff escaped my lips, no wonder I'm always alone. I shrug as I bring the bottle to my lips and pour a good amount of the liquid down my throat. The comforting and the familiarity of alcohol coursing through my bloodstream crept up on me. Before I knew it, my thoughts became fuzzy and I felt the warm tingly feeling of drunkenness swoop down on me. I stood from my place on the couch and climbed up on the table to dance around. I swung the bottle around me as if it were my dance partner. The music blasting through the club seduced me; controlling each movement of my body.
I heard whistles and vulgar shouts coming from just outside the curtain. I turned around a little bit too fast and almost fell off the table. The band laughed as they approached me. Bakura wrapped his arms around my waist and helped me off the table. I sat back down and downed another gulp of whisky.
"Les," I hiccupped. Well that didn't work. Gonna try that again, "Les play a game," I slurred out.
"What game?" Yugi asked. His eyes lighting up.
"Les play spin the bottle. Issa fun game," another hiccup. What? Why are they looking at me like that? I shrug and took another gulp before continuing, "Wha? Issa fun game. Have you evah played it?" I turned to whoever was sitting on my left. The figure was completely blurry. I blinked several times to try and clear my vision. Ryou's soft milk chocolate orbs came into focus. A bright blush painted his alabaster cheeks.
"Uhh," I raised a delicate silver eyebrow at me.
"Wha? You doan wanna play? It's fun," I repeated.
"Let's play a different game, Atemu," Bakura smirked at me.
"Wha game?" I slowly turned my head over to the taller silver haired albino. I felt my body begin to sway slightly. Time for another gulp. I took a long chug of the whisky bottle before bringing it down and resting it in the center of my crossed legs.
"Holy shit he can drink!" Marik laughed.
"Let's play a guessing game. Let's play, 'How much has Atemu had to drink?'" Bakura snickered.
I pondered the game for several minutes. The band members each looking at me expectantly. I finally shook my head, "No. That game doesn't sound fun at all. Les play spin the bottle," I suggested again.
"Who do you want to kiss, Atemu?" Ryou's question caught me off guard. I felt my face heat up; whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, I'm not entirely sure. I decided to postpone my answer to his question by taking another drink of whisky.
"Whaoh, whoah, whoah! Atemu, slow down!" Malik grabbed the bottle from me.
Yugi's large amethyst orbs appeared in my line of sight and blocked all other things from my sight. Not that I'm complaining. I would love to just fall into those deep amethyst pools and drown in them. I felt Yugi gently tilt my head upwards and move it first to the left and then to the right. Or was it the right and then to the left? I don't know.
"Atemu, how much have you had?" Yugi asked me; concern lacing his gentle voice.
"Uuuum," I glanced down at my hands and tried to count using my fingers. I stared at my fingers for the longest time. They looked so strange. Just these things sticking out of my palms. I wiggled them and let out a chuckle. I noticed the little feet and petite legs shift in front of me. I glanced up at Yugi again. His eyebrows furrowed. Oh right. I was supposed to answer his question but for the life of me, I couldn't recall what he had asked me. "What's the question again?"
The band members laughed, "Shhh! This isn't funny," Yugi waved at the group to try and get them to stop laughing. At least I think that is what he was doing. He looked silly waving his arms around like that. I giggled as I watched him. He turned to face me again, "How much have you had?"
"Um, I glanced up at the ceiling. You know, I just don't know," I laughed and went to take another drink of whisky. My hand got all the way to my face. I glanced at my empty hand confused, "Hey! Which whan of ya took my drink?" I swayed as I pointed at them.
"I think we need to take him back to the hotel," Yugi stood up, his eyes still watching me intently. He then turned to look at Bakura and Marik.
"Oh no. No no no. I am not carrying him!" Bakura snapped crossing his arms.
"Come on, Bakura, he can't even sit up straight let alone walk right now," Yugi pointed at me. What was he talking about? I was sitting up straight. At least I think I was. I glanced down at my body and realized I was leaning against Ryou. Oops. I shifted to try and prove I could sit up only to fall over into Malik's lap. Well shit.
"Fine, I will carry him," I felt strong arms wrap around my torso. I was lifted up onto a very tall individual and was placed across his muscular shoulders. I glanced down at the arm and noticed the sun-kissed skin. Mmm. This must be Marik. I pinched the man's sides. He jerked to the side; shifting away from my grasp and almost lost his grip on me. "Damn it, Atemu. Keep that up if you want to fall face first into the concrete," he snapped at me. I felt him turn slightly, "And if he throws up on me, you are going to clean me and him up."
Who was he talking to? I raised my head, fuck! My bangs were blocking my vision. I blew the hair out of my eyes and saw Yugi standing in front of him and nodding.
"So we aren't gonna to play spin the bottle?" I asked.
"Not tonight. You need some sleep," I could hardly hear Ryou's soft English accent with the music blasting.
"I don't want to sleep. I want to play a game," I begin to wiggle and try to get down from Marik's shoulders.
"I mean it, Atemu, stop squirming and stop poking me. I will not hesitate to drop your ass," Marik shifted and tightened his grip on me, "Okay. As long as he stops his squirming, I've got him. Let's go."
I grunt and decided to just go along for the ride. I watched the ground pass underneath his long legs and large combat boots. The trip to the hotel seemed to take forever. It was not the most comfortable trip either. Being slung across Marik's shoulders was not comfortable in the slightest. We reached the door to our hotel room.
"What's wrong, Yugi?" Ryou asked.
"I don't have my keycard. I think I left it in the room," He pouted, "I hope Atemu has our room key." I felt someone groping at me and going through my pockets.
"Hey! Hey! Right front pocket in my wallet," I slur out. I see a muscular alabaster arm reach around Marik's neck toward my pocket.
"Found it," I hear Bakura say as he shoves my wallet back into my pocket. I hear the door lock click open and then the heavy hotel door swing open.
"Which one is his bed?" Marik asked a slight pant in his voice. Am I really that heavy?
"That one," Yugi responded. I felt myself be tossed onto the bed. As much as I don't want to sleep, I must admit, this bed is so comfortable. I sink into the pillow top mattress; my eyelids beginning to feel heavy.
"You need help taking care of him?" Ryou's soft voice asked.
"No, thank you though," Yugi responded, "Have a good night. Thanks again for carrying him, Marik."
"Good night and good luck with him!" Bakura snickered. I groaned and tried to flip off Bakura. Although, I do not believe I was successful in doing so as all I heard was a fit of laughter. Whatever. I yawned and curled up to fall asleep.