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60. So Beautiful - Superchick

"You can't be serious. They're still in the bathroom?"

Yuugi shrugged helplessly.

Jounouchi stared at the ceiling as if he would suddenly develop x-ray vision and be able to see into the room above. Then it occurred to him that one of the girls currently dominating the bathroom was his own little sister, and it would be a really bad thing for him to be able to see in. Justin case the fates decided to send a radioactive whatever to bite him and give him superpowers at exactly the wrong moment, he averted his eyes instead to his best male buds. Yuugi paced the floor while Honda lounged in a chair, studiously relaxed and so as keyed up as an over-tuned piano.

"How long have they been in there now?" he asked in a slightly strangled voice.

"It's gotta be an hour, at least," Jounouchi replied.

"One hour and forty-five minutes," Yuugi corrected.

Jounouchi blew out a breath. "What the hell are they doing that takes nearly two hours?"

"Girly stuff," Honda mumbled.

"I hate girly stuff." Jounouchi flopped into a chair. "I really, really hate girly stuff. Girly stuff usually means pain and-slash-or embarrassment, possibly public humiliation, and usually for me. Girly stuff sucks."

"You wouldn't say that if it was Mai's girly stuff we were talking about."

Jounouchi opened his mouth to reply, but hesitated. "Which girly stuff are we talking about, exactly?"

Honda blinked, and then threw a cushion at him. "You're rank, man. A real stinker."

"What? What?"

Jounouchi was saved from further faux pas by the sudden appearance of the two bathroom occupants in the doorway of the living room. He had to stop his jaw from dropping like a total loser, but it took some effort. "Anzu?" He refrained from rubbing his eyes too. "Shizuka?"

Shizuka smiled shyly and rubbed the back of hair hat had been teased and back-combed to within an inch of its life. Her outfit was nothing short of stellar. Hard to believe she and Anzu were just going to the freaking ballet tonight. "Do you like it, Big Brother?"

"Uh …"

"You look gorgeous!" Honda enthused.

"Really nice," Yuugi added with eyes only for Anzu.

"Told you it'd be worth it," Anzu said smugly, missing Yuugi's cow eyes completely as she jabbed an elbow into Shizuka's ribs. "We're so gonna be late. Don't wait up, guys. Shizuka will be staying at my house tonight, Jounouchi, so you don't have to make up the spare room after all, Yuugi. My mom said she'd pick us up after the show was over. Thanks for letting us get ready at your house, Yuugi." She planted a quick, friendly kiss on Yuugi's cheek. "You're a star. C'mon, Shizuka, or they won't let us in after the curtain goes up."

"Bye, everyone," Shizuka said hurriedly. The door slammed behind them.

Yuugi held his cheek. "Uh, you're welcome."

Jounouchi looked between the two gooey expressions before him. Then he rose to his feet. "I'll get the popcorn. We're gonna watch the manliest, goriest, most violet movie I can find in Grandpa Mutou's secret stash, and no arguments."

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