Lonely Existence

Les Play a Game

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"Atemuuuuuuuuu," Malik wines, clinging to my bicep with a death-grip.

I chuckle and mimic his winy tone, "Whaaaaaaat?"

"Come dance with us! Please!" Malik tugs at my arm.

"I'm okay here for now with my drink," I nod towards the tumbler full of whiskey. I watch a pout dance across the dusky lips of the sun-kissed blonde for a brief second. His pout disappears the moment Marik wraps his muscular arms around him and leads him away to the dance floor. Malik, Marik, Ryou, Bakura, and Yugi dance around each other in a mixture of grace, chaos, and sex appeal.

The band decided to go out to a club after performing at the fundraising event for the local news station. I don't blame them. Who knows when we will be able to go out again after this. Tomorrow we will be rehearsing all day for the concert that is the following day.

The club is in a very large two-story building. The first floor is a dance club and bar for anyone and everyone to enjoy. The second floor is the upscale club and bar for celebrities, A-listers, and other VIPs. The second floor also contains little individual spaces along the walls for groups to hang out in. Each space could be closed off from the rest of the club by drawing the large flowing curtains for added privacy.

I lounge on an overly large couch and watch the rest of the band members dancing together. My eyes continue to travel back to Yugi no matter what else I try to look at. Hell... the club has professional dancers stationed on pedestals all around the room. As sexy as the professional dancers are, I cannot resist the temptation to keep watching Yugi. His slender arms rise over his head and his head tilts back, rising his chin to the heavens. One of his hips dips down and he performs and elegant twirl. I bring the tumbler to my lips and down the full glass of whisky; my eyes never leaving the dancing petite guitarist. I lick my lips to remove any remnants of the whisky from them. A low purr of satisfaction rolls up my throat.

A voice breaks through the cloudy haze that filled my thoughts. I glance around to locate where the voice came from. My eyes fall on a petite redhead with curly hair and blue eyes. She is adorned in a tight leather skirt and a black corset.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said," I respond staring blankly at her.

"I just asked if you would like a refill on your drink," she points at my empty glass.

"That would be great," I smile. She nods and holds the whisky bottle over the glass, the dark liquid flowing out of the container and into my glass.

"Just let me know if you need anything else. My name is Kailey," she winks at me and turns to leave.

"Leave the bottle please," I lean forward; picking up the glass and swirling the liquid around in the tumbler.

She raises an eyebrow at me, "Leave the.."