Coffee and Cigarettes

A series of unconnected vignettes, starring the Yu Gi Oh cast and revolving around the eponymous items. Obviously, I don't own Yu Gi Oh, and I don't own Jim Jarmusch's wonderful film Coffee and Cigarettes... but it's a fabulous movie, so I do recommend it to you.

Ha, I went with the dub names... Alliteration amuses me.

Scene Five: Tristan Taylor, Duke Devlin, Alliteration and Frustration

Tristan rounded the corner, and stopped in surprise. Leaning against the wall of Jou's apartment building was Duke Devlin, calmly smoking a cigarette. His red convertible was parked not far away.

"Hey, Monkey-boy," Duke called with a grin.

Tristan's eyes narrowed and he resumed his approach. "What's up, D-D?"

"You make me sound like a pink ballerina."

Tristan cocked an eyebrow. Said the guy who spent more time on his hair than Mai did... And wore more makeup, too.

"Nice jacket," Devlin added.

Now Tristan blinked in suprise, and glanced down at the leather motorcycle jacket he'd bought earlier in the week. It was the most impressive part of his outfit, which otherwise consisted of a white t-shirt and blue jeans. "Uh... Thanks?"

Devlin reached into his own, red jacket and pulled out a thermos. He carefully unscrewed the metal lid and poured out a brown liquid, two of his fingers endeavouring to keep his cigarette ash out of the mug it was hovering over.

"What is that, coffee?"

"Yeah, you want some?"

"Nah, don't drink it." He regarded his rival for a moment, and glanced upwards towards Jounouchi's floor. "Got any more smokes, though?"

Duke shrugged. "Why not?" He said agreeably. "...But you'll have to get 'em. I kind of have my hands full." He gestured with his thermos, its cup-lid, and his own cigarette.

Tristan cautiously looked him up and down. "...Where are they?"

"Back pocket of my jeans," Duke replied seriously, a look of amusement in his eyes.

Tristan regarded the tight, black jeans in question. "...Forget it."

Duke rolled his eyes. "Oh, just take mine. It's not like I can juggle it and the coffee, anyway." He held out his own cigarette.

Tristan accepted the slim cylinder from his opponent and leaned back against the wall, next to him. "Why've you got coffee?"

"...Why not?"

A few more moments passed.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Tristan had the sneaking suspicion he already knew the answer.

"Same thing as you."

"Oh, you came to borrow a cup of sugar from Jou?"

Duke blinked. "No. Although sugar would be good right now." He squinted down into his coffee. "I came to see Shizuka."

"Hmmph."

A kid on a bicycle rode past down the otherwise quiet street. It was unusually dull for a sunny Saturday afternoon.

"...You honestly came to borrow sugar?"

"Yep." Tristan inhaled, savouring the smokey taste of Duke's expensive cigarettes.

"...Why?"

Tristan mumbled something, and shifted his weight. He craned his neck back around to glance up at the building again.

"...What? Speak up, T-T."

"I'm making cupcakes."

Devlin snorted, and nearly choked on his coffee.

"They're for my grandma, okay? Geez." Tristan took a long drag.

"Right. You live around here?"

Tristan shrugged. It was getting hot with the sunlight adding another layer on top of his jacket. "Just down the street."

At that point a car approached, the thumping bass audible before the vehicle was visible. It rounded the same corner Tristan had emerged from and slowly trolled past them, down the block. Tristan and Duke watched it and its low-riding passengers suspiciously, but it merely kept going at its slow pace, the music eventually fading into the distance.

"...I guess you get to come see Shizuka a lot then, huh?" Duke said. He slurped annoyingly.

"I see her a lot anyway, hanging out with Jou."

"Sure you don't want any coffee?"

"I told you, I don't like the stuff."

"I don't see how anyone can dislike coffee."

"Well, I do."

"Fine..." Devlin slid his thermos back into a pocket somewhere, and dug a crumpled box out of his jeans. He fished a lighter out of his front jacket pocket, and lit up.

"So did you see her?" Tristan finally burst out. He dropped his own, now-used cigarette.

"No."

Tristan happily stomped out the butt on the ground. "She was out, huh?"

"Yeah."

"Too bad. Guess you'll have to come back to this part of town another time."

"Actually, I don't think I'll bother." Duke pushed away from the wall.

Tristan looked at him suspiciously. That sounded too good to be true. "Why not?"

"Because..." Duke started to walk backwards his car. "She was out with Seto Kaiba."

"What?" Tristan exploded.

"See ya 'round, T-T." Devlin clenched his smoke between his teeth and climbed into his car with a smartass grin.

Tristan glowered. "Byeee, Dee-dee! Have fun at BALLET practice!"

Duke revved the engine and pulled away from the curb, waving as he did so.

"...Don't cry your eyes out in disappointment! Wouldn't want that MASCARA to run!"

Tristan, done letting his frustration out on the smarmy dice player, turned to walk into Jou's building. An old lady was standing behind him, frowning.

"Oh, what're you so shocked about?" Tristan muttered, pushing past her as she made an indignant sound.

Okay, almost done letting his frustration out. He stomped up the stairs.

Author's Note: Get the Dextor's Lab reference? Thanks to all my reviewers... Yeah, I didn't know what to do with these guys, but I think it turned out okay... Y/N? Stay tuned to this channel for Mai Valentine... faced with Weevil Underwood.