"Ah," Malik took another swig, "So that privilege is only for me, then?" He asked, a promiscuous smile on his face.

Bakura smirks mischievously "of course just like yours is only for me!" He reached over quickly and squeezed maliks ass

Malik laughed, returning the favor with a hand trailing down Bakura's side. The hand was slightly shaky; the vodka had just started to kick in. "Absolutely."

Bakura suddenly chugged the rest of his and grabbed malils hand "cmon!" He pulled malik over to a pole and got up and started dancing for Malik the suductive smile never left his lips

Malik half-blindly followed Bakura to a small table in the center of the club, where an abandoned metal pole stood erect and shining in the light of The Monster. He watched with awe as his lover ascended the stairs and grabbed the pole, wrapping his legs around it and bending to the ground, buttocks almost touching the floor until he shot back up and spun.
Bakura was pole dancing.
"Yeah, baby!" Malik screamed in a slightly drunken slur, fishing a few dollars out of his pocket and throwing it at him. "Whoo!"

Bakura laughs and continues dancing. Accationaly he dips down to kiss malik lightly and teasingly on the lips. He smiles suductivly the whole time keeping his attention focused on dancing and Malik.

Malik laughed as Bakura leaned down for another kiss, giving the Egyptian an opportunity to tear Bakura's shirt off for the second time that day. "Work it, baby!"
Malik turned. He certainly didn't say that.
A man stood behind him, tousled auburn hair with a stray curl on the right, and dark brown eyes. He sounded Italian (how many foreigners came to this club?), but dressed like a Spaniard. "Yes!" He called again, fishing out his own wallet to hold it over his lips. "Come and get it, sexy!"

Bakura laughed as his shirt was torn off but looked up curiously as he heard a new voice. Where in the world did this guy come from!? This was sopposed to be for just Malik.... Oh well....He shook his head slightly, diciding he's gonna tease malik a bit and make them some more spending money "I don't go to you, you come to me" he said in a soft and suductive voice as he did a perticularly sugestive move.

Jealousy burned in Malik's eyes as the man approached his boyfriend with 1,500 yen in his hand. "Lovino Vargas," He introduced himself. "Is this enough?"
"Now now, Lovino," Another man with short, light blonde hair and a hulking muscular figure approached them, with a small red velvet purse in his hand, clinking with the blessed sound of coins. "We have to give the man time to choose." He said.
Malik would have taken them both down in an instant, but Bakura seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Enough for what?" He whispers suductively glancing at Malik quickly wanting to see his reaction, before looking back at the other two men who's attention he had attracted. He raised a single questioning eyebrow he did another highly sugestive move for his little 'audiance'

"Tonight, upstairs, of course," Lovino held the money close to Bakura's face, smiling broadly.

Bakura shakes his head leaning away "I wont have sex, I may flirt for a bit of money but teasing my boyfriend only goes so far" he nodds towrd Malik "I'm pole dancing but I'm not on of the clubs whores" he added as an after thought "and even if I was a whore that wouldn't be nearly enough"

"But you would make such a wonderful concubine, da." The blonde pointed out, smiling a somewhat pedophiliac smile. Lovino cast an odd look his way, which the Russian fought back with a light chuckle.
"I don't care if he would, he isn't for sale." Malik insisted (more like growled). "Now back off."

Bakura laughed "nope most definitely not for sale at all but your welcome to stay and donate to my little show even though it was just for you Malik" he smiled apologetically at malik still not stopping and he leaned in nipping his nose apologeticly and cupping his soft cheek for a moment in the palm of his hand

"You love your boyfriend a lot, da?" The Russian smiled, cocking his head to the side. "But I want you." He paused for a moment, as if in deep thought. "We could go upstairs together. The three of us." The creepy-ass smile never left his face.

Malik sighed. "I don't know what it is about my boyfriend," he began, "That's drawing in every freak, pervert and dumbass in this club and on this Earth. But I can tell you that none of you idiots will be touching Bakura, or me, and if you want to keep your teeth and your balls you'll get the hell out of my sight."

Bakura laughs and said to Malik "I do seem to be drawing a lot of attention, what is this the thierd time I've been asked about sex tonight and I think this is the second time we've been asked about a three way" Bakura finnaly stops pole dancing and jumps off stage landing agilely next to malik. He reached up to plant a soft kiss on Maliks cheek. Then he turns back to the two of men and says I'm a final tone while slipping on his shirt and duster "ya, its a no" he turns and saunters off without another word, leaving malik behind to follow him

Malik turned to follow Bakura, but not before looking back and flipping both the creepy-ass Russian and Lovino-the-Freak, in a sort of triumphant way.
"Bakura," He began. "Where are we going?"

"Home" Bakura sighed tiredly "I'm getting tired" he wrapped a slim arm around Maliks waist

Malik wasn't surprised. Being almost-molested three times in one night was probably pretty tiring. "Alright," He started. "Home it is. I'll go call a taxi." He didn't feel like walking the four blocks back to their apartment.

Bakura follows him keeping his arm firmly in place "good the sooner we get home the better.... I don't want to deal with more pervs" he yawns loudly

Malik grabbed Bakura by the hand, meshing their fingers as he left the building. The bouncers looked at him curiously, but quickly dropped the matter; Bakura and Malik were not the friendliest looking people by any standard.
"Taxi!" Malik waved at the bright yellow vehicle, which slowed down immediately and came to a halt where they were standing. "You first," Malik opened the door to Bakura.

Bakura smiled softly every once in a while Malik could be such a gentleman "thanks you..." he slipped in to the car gracefuly but dosnt release Malik. Keeping hold of Maliks hand, he pulls malik in after him.

(( Rough translations:
Sugu ni sakuraabenyū go go watashi-tachi o toru = Take us to fifty-four Sakura Avenue
Kono kuruma wa muryōdesu = This ride is free. ))

Malik tumbled into the car as Bakura pulled him in, landing rather close to the white-haired man, just close enough to steal a kiss as he shut the door behind him. "Sugu ni sakuraabenyū go go watashi-tachi o toru," He commanded the driver, holding out his rod. "Kono kuruma wa muryōdesu." He added after a moment.
The driver nodded, zombie-like (the Rod sort of did that), and the car sped off towards home.

bakura laughed at his lover when he saw him command the driver, golden eye appearing on his forehead glowing bright in the dim car. he decided to get some rest on the way home (those people at the club were exhausting add that to dancing and the corkscrew he was tired) so leaned on his shoulder closing his eyes and sighing and snuggling up to malik as much as he can in the small taxi

(( Why is it you remember more about my character than I do? xD Continuity error! Also, FLUFF. Why the OoC fluff? D8 ))

Malik lowered the Rod, slipped it into the loop on his belt, and wrapped a tan arm around Bakura's shoulders. He planted a soft kiss on the top of his head and smiled. As always, Bakura was cutest when he slept.
The taxi came to a stop some twenty minutes down the crowded road, in front of a large apartment building. "Bakura?" Malik gently nudged his lover. "We're here, come on."