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:Chapter Twelve:
Tristan stared at the number before him with some... trepidation. This was, after all, the number of his rival in the pursuit of Serenity's heart. Duke Devlin, play-boy extraordinaire.
Maybe calling Duke would be a bad idea. He might not know that it was Serenity's birthday and lie to Tristan in order to steal the idea of taking Serenity out to a nice restaurant… well…Duke could afford the restaurant; Tristan was thinking fast-food joint.
Unfortunately, as he was pondering the wisdom, perks, and downfalls of the situation, and was deciding that it would be a bad idea, his hand slipped, and he hit the dial button.
Figuring that he might as well see what Duke was up to, because that dice-earring-wearing whacko was always Up To Something, he listened to the phone ring… and ring… and…for one awful moment, Tristan wondered if he was too late and the lady-killer had struck again.
Click. "You've reached Duke Devlin's home, but unfortunately for you, I am unable to pick up the phone at this time. I am…going to be playing poker with my lady friends. My favorite form of poker, I might add… anyway, if you need me, I won't be available for quite some time, probably not until tomorrow…not counting the hangover. Please, don't bother to try my cell phone - I've turned it off. Thank you, please leave a message."
Tristan set the phone down, feeling both elated and cheated. On one hand, Serenity was safe. On the other hand….he wanted to play poker too. It wasn't fair! Especially considering the sheer number of lady friends Duke had…
Trying valiantly, but failing miserably, to hide the vacant, dreamy look that appeared on his face, as well as the small amount of drool, Tristan consoled himself with the fact that Serenity was much prettier, and was not with Duke, and was available. Or so he thought.
Which brought him to the task at hand. It seemed Joey had struck again. That, or Duke was working against him. Both seemed equally likely.
A call to Joey was in order. There was some news to be caught on and threats to be issued. Apparently, Tea and Kaiba were Up to Something.
And there was a poker game; They weren't invited.
:End Chapter Twelve:
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:Marik's Answering Machine, the Second:
"Good day, puny mortal…Due to the extraordinary amount of telemarketers that mistakenly dial my numbers…yes, numbers…well, technically, they aren't mine…but still….Due to the telemarketers, my phone is unavailable for answering. Chances are, it is now in pretty little pieces, or residing in a different corner of the Shadow Realm, keeping the Reaper of the Cards company. Whichever way, don't bother to leave your name and number, unless you wish a painful, excruciating, mind-numbing, extremely painful, death-like, experience. Good day, puny mortal."
:End Marik's Answering Machine, the Second:
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