Okay, I get it, the weirdo chicks were a little much to add, but that's okay because I needed more characters for the story or else it would go no where. (shrug) at least they weren't drunk. That could worsen things. Put up with them for now. Maybe I will smite them later. Jkjk. Okay, on Malik's outfit here, I couldn't much explain the shoes like I wanted to, but if you know the simple kind the egyptians wore, then that is what I am talking about. Okay, here we go!
Malik arrived on the club scene looking all tripped out and ready to have a little fun. He was dressed down in an outfit he had snatched out of Mariku's laundry after it had been done and before it was returned to his bedroom.
His outfit consisted of tight leather knee length pants, perhaps too tight for him; a tight red shirt with ties across the front around the neck; and a pair of flat based shoes that were plain and simple, but perfect for dancing and other such activities similar to that; and last was the noir colored belts he had tied around his ankles and wrists.
He glanced over the neon lit building. Held fast over the entrance was a magnificent sign consisting of two colors, blue and red which made sense since the club was called Fire and Ice. It was a catchy title indeed, even though Malik had no idea what its meaning was.
He paused and stared at the bouncers standing outside of the club, one holding a clip board with a list most likely attached. He took up his nerve and approached the bouncers slowly. The man glanced up from his clip board through his noir shades at the short blonde hikari and smiled and nodded slowly.
He pushed the door open for Malik who walked in unsure of what had just occurred, but was also glad that he had gotten past the larger and very frightening men.
The lights were dimmed around the tabled areas and more focused on the crowded dance floor. Malik bobbed his head to the sweet beat exploding from the speakers scattered about the room and looked everything over. It was then that he spotted a gaggle of girls hovering near the bar that were looking him over thoroughly, exchanging their words secretively with a giggle and another glance following afterwards.
Malik without thinking walked over to the bar in a very macho way and ordered one of the hardest drinks they had in the joint. The girls giggled and continued to comment. Malik sat down on the stool and waited for his drink. It was then that he realized he had bought one of the hardest drinks and that he never actually drank, which presented its own dillema of sorts.
The female bar keeper pushed the drink to Malik along with another that was fizzy and looked a lot like a soda drink. He leaned in close to the woman and said very quietly, "I didn't order this, ma'am."
The woman smiled at him widely. "You didn't look like the type that would drink something like this so I brought you a glass of soda pop too." She winked at the sandy blonde and returned to her duties. Malik shrugged and took to drinking the soda pop instead, hiding the obviously stronger of the drinks behind the other to make it look like he were actually drinking the stronger one.
Suddenly, he felt a soft tapping on his shoulder. He turned about on the stool to see a vibrant young woman standing behind him. She was wearing a red spaghetti-strapped leather dress that was amazing on her perfect hourglass shape. She was also wearing a very high heeled shoe that was also red and the strings were tied up to her knees in a neat sort of way.
"I see you're back, huh? Couldn't stay away?" The woman standing before him was Megan, the same woman that Mariku had met when he came to the club. Malik looked behind himself although that was rather stupid looking since he was sitting at the bar and there was no one behind him for her to have even talked to over him.
"Me?" He inquired and pointed one thin finger at himself. "Are you talking to me?" Megan giggled lightly into the palm of her hand and nodded at him. "Of course, who else?" She replied.
"Well, I am afraid that you have the wrong guy."
"But, aren't you Mariku Ishtar?" She inquired in a very confused way.
"Actually, I'm Malik Ishtar, not Mariku." He replied and took a sip of soda drink.. Megan smacked herself in the forehead lightly and smiled at him. "Duh, okay. I'm sorry I bothered you."
"Its no trouble. I didn't know he had already been here. That explains quite a bit." He smiled at the female club-goer and sipped his drink again, completely ignoring the stronger drink altogether.
Megan walked back out to the dance floor and started to dance to the swing tune that had come about. Malik quietly sat at the bar and listened to the many songs that blared throughout the room, slowly bobbing his head to each one, looking quite bored. He didn't want to dance at the moment because of how crowded the floor was at the moment.
Suddenly, the lights dimmed throughout the entire room, only the neon lights left to shine. People quickly cleared the floor and started to cheer and clap as someone entered the floor. Malik turned and watched the crowd go wild as two shadowed figures walked out onto the floor. Being curious of who the silhouetted figures were, the small framed male forced his way through the massive crowd. He thanked the gods that he was small enough to do so with little trouble.
The two dancers struck their opening pose and then the music commenced. The vibrant couple danced to the fast paced song as if it were nothing at all. They were graceful creatures, their every move without flaw. It was a spectacular performance.
Malik tried several times to get a look at the dancers, but failed with each attempt he made. He wasn't truly paying much attention to the male's dance partner. He was more intent on seeing the face of the man with the hot ass of which he was paying his attention to.
The woman was swung out of the man's arms, spinning off into a corner of the dance floor. With the short moment he had, Malik had captured the face of the female dancer. It was Megan who had the honor of dancing with the handsome male. "Lucky bitch," he muttered with jealousy clinging to his words.
Suddenly, an enthusiastic woman embraced Malik's arm and whipped him out onto the floor without any warning. Megan and Ryou glanced over at them once or twice. "Missy, what are you doing?" Megan inquired of her friend.
"I thought Mariku might want to dance with me." Missy replied and looked back at Malik with a grin on her features. "Um…My name's Malik, not Mariku. He's not here tonight." Malik interrupted the hyper female.
"That's okay! We can dance anyways cutie-pie!" She got Malik to at least move. At first his movements were clumsy, but then he began to get the hang of dancing. He hadn't done so in quite some time and was a bit rusty.
Ryou dipped his partner down near the ground and glanced up at the other dancing male, who was doing the same move. It was then that he recognized the other. By accident, he dropped his own partner on the floor with a loud thud and a small squeak piercing her lips as she slipped to the ground.
Ryou quickly helped her up and appologized several times for dropping her during their dance. He looked back at Malik and watched him gracefully end his own dance with Missy and the music died out to make space for the next tune.
Ryou promptly left the dance floor promptly and disappeared through the massive crowd of cheering people. Malik too left the floor and returned to the bar for his drink. Ryou was in such a rush that on his way out of the crowd he managed to run into one of his waitresses.
"Are you all right, Mr. Bakura?" Ryou looked down slightly to her name-tag which read as Janie. "Sorry, Ryou….but would you like something to drink?" The waitress offered him and he sent her to fetch something that wasn't hard since he rather disliked the stuff. He would rather be alert of where he is rather than bumbling about the place like an idiot.
About five or six chairs down the bar, Malik was hunched over, tapping his fingers on the bar surface, and staring in a sort of bored way into the reflective crystal of his drink glasses.
He glanced down the way and noticed the handsome dancer from earlier sitting not far from him. The handsome male looked down his way and he quickly averted his stare and blushed just ever so lightly. Unfortunately, the talented male's eyes were not turned in his direction, but instead turned to the waitress that had just delivered him his drink.
"Here's your drink, sir. Oh, and before I forget, you were great out there on the floor." The waitress smiled at her boss and looked out at all the people that had taken to dancing. "I need go out there some time." She sighed and stared off for a moment before recalling herself.
Ryou stood and held out his hand to the waitress. "How about now?" He inquired with a sweet smile set upon his soft features. "But I—" the girl stuttered and looked quite shocked for the moment. "It will only be one dance, and the other waitresses can pick up the slack for a few minutes."
Malik glared at the waitress and then back at his drink. "Lucky bitch…she gets to dance with the great looking guy and I get stuck with some chic named Missy. What kind of name is Missy? I mean, come on…Missy?" Malik thought to himself as he watched Ryou escort the young woman out onto the floor amongst the crowd.
Malik couldn't stand it and he was growing quite bored with this place. He flagged down a waitress and asked for the bill. The young woman explained to him that his drinks had already been paid for. "But I didn't pay for it." Malik said seeming very confused.
"Well, it was payed for by…" The woman looked out over the flood of people and pointed out the man dancing towards the center. "The man dancing right there."
Malik looked more closely at the man, or at least tried to with the great distance between them. "That's the guy I was watching earlier….but why would anyone pay for my drinks?" Malik thought and questioned to himself.
The song didn't last long and many evacuated the floor and returned to their tables for drinks and other such things. The waitress thanked Ryou and returned to her duties.
Just as Malik was standing from his bar stool he was approached by Megan who was still wandering around without a partner to dance with. She put her head on his shoulder and saw exactly who he was staring at. "Do you want to dance with him?" This caught Malik off guard and caused him to shriek in a high pitched tone that made Megan laugh quite heard nearly to the point of tears.
"Its you!" He pointed and was leant back against the bar looking as if he saw a ghost or had a heart attack. "Well?" She inquired and put both hands on her slim hips. "Dance? I was just about to leave before you…." He took a deep breath sighed, taking this moment to regain himself.
"I saw you eyeing that man over there. Do you want to dance with him?" She inquired again. Malik rubbed the back of his neck and blushed lightly. "I'm not—" He was speechless at the moment and didn't know what to say or do.
"He is a great dancer. You might enjoy it.
"Guys don't dance together…" Malik replied very, very, very quietly.
"Don't worry about it. Its quite common in here." Megan took a moment to point out several gay couples enjoying themselves in the room. Malik was surprised at how many couples she was able to point out.
"I don't know…I don't even know him…" Malik pointed out to Megan who put her hand on his shoulder. "That is how you get to know him. Dance with him." She persisted and repeated.
"I swore off mean when…he left me, and I left him…" Malik said bringing up painful memories of the past year which he didn't actually want to ever remember.
"Oh come on…he's a big sweetie and you'll love him death."
"Mariku would kill me if he found out, I mean, we swore it together. He even pricked me on the tip of my finger just so I couldn't go back on my word." Malik persisted to bring up negative reasons why he couldn't dance with the handsome man.
"Hey, what he doesn't know won't kill him, and I won't tell." Megan promised him and even crossed her heart so she couldn't go back on her word. Malik finally gave in to her persistant ways and she quickly ran off to retrieve the handsome dancer. Malik took his seat and waited more impatiently than anything for her to drag him back.
Just then, Megan walked out of the crowd holding Ryou by the hand. She left Ryou there with Malik and went off smiling and growing quite excited after pairing them up.
For a moment there was nothing but silence between the two males, but then it was broken when Ryou offered a smile and his hand to Malik. "Shall we dance then?" He said in a very sweet tone. Malik began to blush as he took the male's hand and they walked out onto the floor.
Malik looked away from Ryou shyly as they embraced eachother and stood waiting for the music to began. Malik was begging the gods for a slow song, but he received the complete opposite, a fast paced song blared from the large speakers.
Ryou looked to Malik and smiled. "Ready to take a stab at it?" He inquired. Malik looked at him in a quite confused manner for the expression was foreign to him. "Take a stab at it?" He quarked his brow at the other who chuckled at the expression and question of confusion. "I meant, are you ready to go?"
"Well, yeah." The instant after that was said, they began to dance, and it was very abrupt which surprised Malik who wasn't familiar with the pace of this song, but he began to get into it and get the hang of it.
Malik flashed a smile of enjoyment and was liking this more than he thought he would. This feeling was familiar whether it was the dance or his dance partner, but he still couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Well, there you have it. A long awaited chapter from me. Hope you enjoyed it! Plz review! I beg you! Jkjk