One Hundred Pebbles In A Glass Jar

by sitabethel

100 Thiefshipping drabbles loosely connected to show Marik and Bakura's relationship over a couple of decades. Rated M for certain drabbles scattered throughout the fic.

16. ¡mas tequila!

Bakura stared at the shot glasses and lime wedges. "What was the order again?"

Marik checked his phone. "Exhale. Lick salt. Shoot tequila. Bite lime."

"Or we could just drink beer right out of the bottle without the magical ritual."

"Afraid?"

Bakura snorted and licked his hand to make the salt stick.

Marik grinned, prepping his own hand and holding the lime. His other hand held a brimming shot glass. "Okay. One. Two. Dammit Bakura!"

Bakura licked his hand and downed his shot the moment Marik said two. Marik followed right afterward, they both coughed as the liquor burned the back of their throats.

"How many shots until we stop tasting it?" Bakura winced.

Marik poured another round. "I don't know. Let's see if we can count that high."

By the sixth shot they were sprawled on the rug, singing at the top of their lungs.