Marik smirked as he watched Bakura. Bakura didn't know that Marik watched him. Joe Arroyo sang La Noche on Bakura's lap top on the counter. Bakura was mopping the floor . . . or something to that effect. Really, he was dancing with the mop. His hips never missed a beat as he worked his way back, sliding to one area to mop and dancing his way across a section of floor before sliding to a new area.
He spun at the song's end, noticing Marik and dropping the mop.
Marik threw his head back to laugh.
Bakura pointed behind Marik. "Fuck you, Ishtar! Out of my kitchen!"
Marik raised an eyebrow. "Your kitchen?"
"When I mop it's mine. Out!" He marched towards Marik, hands balled into fists.
Marik backed away with slow steps. "But you look like a sex-god when you mop."
Bakura grabbed Marik's shoulders in order to turn him in the opposite direction, slapping Marik's ass as he sent him away from the kitchen.