Marik and Bakura dashed into the restroom to get a moment without the music blasting their intestines. They leaned against the sink, the mirror beside them showing a double image of them. Marik checked the Kohl around his eyes since the mirror was there.
Bakura sighed. "Should you say it? Or should I?"
Marik flashed teeth through his grin. "What? That we're getting too old for this?"
Bakura shrugged. "The music is bad. I'd rather dance in the kitchen."
"Well, let's find a liquor store, stock up, and get smashed in our hotel room instead."
Bakura stepped backwards towards the bathroom stall. "Sounds like a plan, but first – do you know what we're not too old for?"
Marik arched his eyebrows. "Sex in a club bathroom stall?"
Bakura kept stepping back, and Marik followed him.
***I need like a dozen more drabbles and ideas are getting harder to come up with . . . any suggestions?***
