Title: Illicit Love
Rating: M
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh!
Warning: Yaoi, drug use, swearing
Chapter Four
Ryou entered the bar with Yugi, Malik, Joey, and Tristan, looking around for everyone else. The small teen huddled closer to the blonde in front of him, chocolate eyes watching everyone around him, trying to keep them at a safe distance as he walked. It had been his brother's idea to go out drinking, and the snowy haired boy felt it was his responsibility to make sure his sibling made it home safe. However, he was now starting to regret the idea. Many of the people around him frightened him, making the small teen want to hide away.
Malik glanced back at Ryou and chuckled, pulling the short teen to him as they headed towards the bar. Yugi, Joey and Tristan were heading for a large empty table, needing to reserve it before everyone else showed up and there was no place to sit. They made it over to the bar, a crowd of people around it, all of them talking, waiting, and some yelling at the bartender.
"Where the fuck is Marik?" Rex demanded from behind the counter. "He said he'd come in tonight!"
Keith shrugged, making drinks as fast as he could. "No idea," he stated. "I mean, it's his day off, just because the boss called him doesn't mean he has to show up."
Ryou's eyes widened slightly, hearing them talk about Marik. Suddenly, the small teen wanted to leave, not liking the idea of being there without his brother if Marik was going to show up. He huddled closer to Malik, if it was possible, and the blonde understood why, patting his shoulder. He sighed, deciding that the wait was going to be a long one. There were two bartenders, fifty some odd people, and only one of them seemed to know what they were doing.
"Sorry I'm late," Marik said as he moved past Malik and Ryou, hopping over the bar, handing his leather jacket to Rex. "Bring me glasses and bottles of alcohol," he said to the brunette, cracking his knuckles. "Keith, you start at that end, I'll start at this one, and we'll meet in the middle."
The blonde nodded, and they both moved down the bar, quickly making up drinks. All around him, Marik could hear the people, and hear the music. Orders were flying at him left and right, Rex taking money as he put the drinks together and passed them out. Keith eventually made it down the line, stopping in front of Malik and Ryou, a grin spreading across his lips. "I wasn't aware that children could be out this late," he teased.
Malik glared at him. "What are you still doing out, then?" he demanded.
Keith rolled his eyes behind dark sunglasses. "How cute," he drawled. "Now, what do you want?"
"Kamikaze," Malik said, glancing down at Ryou.
"J-just a soda, please," Ryou answered softly.
Keith stared at him, a hearty, sarcastic chuckle leaving his lips. "Kid, this is a bar, we drink alcohol here," he stated, "the only soda we give out is with a shot of Jack or rum in it."
"He doesn't drink," Bakura said as he pushed his way over to Ryou and Malik, their friends behind him.
"Its fine, Bakura," Ryou said, looking up at him. "I'll have a jack and coke."
"And the rest of you?" Keith questioned, a grin on his face as he grabbed the bottle of Jack Daniels from under the counter.
Out the corner of his eyes, Marik was watching Keith carefully. The rule of bar was that only one bottle of a brand of alcohol was to be open, and that "special" bottles were kept under the main bar. Violet eyes kept careful watch as Keith made Ryou's drink. The blonde knew what the other bartender was doing, and growled softly, handing out the drinks he just finished. When he saw Keith hand Ryou the glass, the small teen preparing to sip from the glass, he stormed over, snatching the glass away and throwing it into the sink, the glass shattering.
"What the hell is your problem?" Keith demanded of the other blonde.
"Don't give me that shit," Marik hissed, putting the bottle back. "That's not cool."
"Since when do you care?" Keith questioned with a chuckle. "He needs to loosen up."
"Just go help them," Marik ordered. "Or I'll tell the boss." With a glare, Keith walked off to where Marik was, helping the other customers. "Okay, what did you want?" the blonde asked them.
"What was wrong with his drink?" Bakura demanded angrily, stepping up to the bar.
"I'll explain it to you later, maybe," Marik stated. "Now either tell me what you want, or get lost."
Bakura sighed. "He wants a jack and coke, I want a three wise men, and Kaiba wants a sex on the beach," he said.
Nodding, Marik pulled out the glasses and grabbed the fluids needed. He made the jack and coke first, stirring it before handing it over to Ryou; who took it carefully, staring at Marik with wide eyes. Violet eyes rolled as Marik quickly put together a sex on the beach, passing it to Seto. Lastly, he grabbed the Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, and San Jose, pouring the three bottles at once before handing it over to Bakura.
"Can I get you anything else?" Marik questioned, putting the bottles away.
"Um, I need another kamikaze," Malik stated, putting the empty shot glass down. Nodding, Marik took the shot glass and put it in the sink before grabbing another one, quickly putting together a kamikaze with ease.
"How much?" Bakura asked, shooing everyone away as he pulled out his wallet. "...and what the hell was wrong with Ryou's drink?"
Marik rolled his eyes. "Keith used a bottle of Jack Daniels that was laced with LSD," he stated, adding up the cost of the drinks. "Twelve bucks."
"What?" Bakura hissed. "He just tried to give my brother drugs?"
"Did I let him?" Marik countered. "No. I may pick on your brother, but even I know where to draw the line."
Bakura growled, paying for the drinks. "How can you even work in a place like this?" he asked, shaking his head.
Marik shrugged. "Free drinks," he stated, making a drink for himself, filling up the outer shot glass with Jack Daniels, Jim Beam, and San Jose, making a three wise men. Then, he grabbed a bottle of vodka and filled up the inner shot glass.
"...that's gonna kill you," the snowy haired teen stated. The blonde shrugged before picking up the shot glasses, tipping his head back, downing them both at once, the liquid burning a line down his throat. Bakura rolled his eyes. "So, when do you get off?" he questioned.
"Why do you care?" Marik asked with a cough, putting the shot glasses in the sink, taking care of some people next to Bakura.
"Because I want to play you in a game of quarters," Bakura stated, shrugging.
Marik raised a delicate eyebrow in question, then chuckled. "Cute, Bakura, cute, but you couldn't beat me in quarters if your life depended on it," he said. "And I get off soon, since I wasn't even supposed to be on today."
"Fine," Bakura stated. "Come find me, and I'll pay for half the bottle we use."
Marik shrugged. "Alright," he said, going back to helping customers.
Grinning, Bakura grabbed his drink and headed over to the table his friends were at, taking his seat. He quickly through back his head, the liquid sliding down his throat with ease. Setting the shot glass down, chocolate brown eyes watched everyone around him. His brother was sitting next to him, hunched down in his chair, trying to look invisible. Bakura knew that seeing Marik there had made Ryou more than uncomfortable. He sighed, deciding that they wouldn't stay there long, seeing as it was his idea to go there.
Bakura looked up as the chair across from him was pulled out and a tray was placed on the table, complete with ten shot glasses, a bottle of Jack Daniels, and an ashtray. Marik sat down and pulled the ashtray towards him, pulling out his pack of cigarettes, lighting one of the sticks, blowing the smoke out his nose. He pulled his blonde hair out of his face and opened the bottle, filling the shot glasses.
"You know, that's bad for your health," Bakura stated, taking five of the filled glasses.
The blonde shrugged, draping one arm over the back of his chair. "Thank you, doctor, shall we analyze the health hazards of drinking while we're here?" he countered sarcastically.
Chocolate eyes narrowed into a glare. "You don't have to be an asshole," he stated. "Although, seeing as you seem to be incapable of any other human emotion, that's the best anyone will get out of you."
Marik yawned broadly. "I thought I was here to play quarters, not listen to you bitch," he commented.
Bakura snorted, picking up a shot glass. "Cheers," he said sardonically, throwing his head back, drinking the liquid quickly. The blonde grinned and did the same, the two of them setting the shot glasses down at the same time. They continued at a steady pace, and within the hour, nearly half the bottle was gone, and they had moved to their own table in the back towards the bar so they didn't disturb anyone else.
"You aren't the light-weight I had you pegged for," Marik commented with a cough, drinking another shot.
"Coming from a practiced veteran such as yourself, I'll take that as a compliment," Bakura countered. He rested his head against the table, coughing softly. He wasn't use to drinking so much, and was starting to develop a migraine.
Marik snorted. "What's wrong? Can't handle anymore?" he asked,
Bakura looked up, chocolate eyes narrowed dangerously. "You know what, just because I don't get drunk or high everyday like you doesn't mean I'm so weak that I can't hold my alcohol."
The blonde glared at Bakura, and his lips curled into a sneer. "You shit face," he growled. He stood quickly, unsteady on his feet. "You think you're so fucking perfect. You come in here with your friends, and your family, looking for a good time, and just because you aren't succeeding in beating me, you get pissed. Well, fuck you." Shaking his head, Marik turned towards the bar. "Hey, Keith, hand me a fresh one!" Turning, he kept his glare on Bakura. "Fucking priss, I'll finish this now."
"What the hell is your problem!" Bakura demanded, standing.
"Here ya go," Keith said, handing Marik the bottle, a grin on his face. The blonde handed Keith some money and opened the bottle, bringing it to his lips, tipping his head back, chugging the amber liquid. Bakura watched with wide eyes, and after nearly two minutes, the blonde emptied the bottle and threw it against the wall.
"When you can do that, then come get me for a game of quarters," Marik seethed. "Until then, stay the fuck out of my way, and out of my life!" Turning, the blonde stormed off, only to be stopped by Rex, who leaned up to whisper in his ear. The tan teen paled, and turned to Keith, who still held a grin. "You fucker!" he snapped.
Keith chuckled. "You shouldn't have stopped me earlier, Marik," he stated. Marik's violet eyes narrowed in a murderous glare before he left the bar, slamming the door behind him.