"This is kinda blasphemous, don't you think?" Marik set one card down.
Bakura replaced it with a new one, taking two for himself. "Perhaps for a tomb-keeper it is. For me, Duel Monsters was always a means to an end. I have no loyalty to the game. What do you have?"
Marik licked his lips. "A flush."
"Dammit." Bakura smacked his cards on the table, revealing a three of a kind.
"Pay up." Marik leaned back. He'd only taken off his shirt so far.
Bakura took off his pants and dropped them in the growing pile of socks, a belt, and his shirt. "I fucking hate card games."