Lonely Existence

Impromptu Competition

A/N: Ello ello. Thank you for dropping in to read this chapter. I appreciate it.

CapricornKitty1975: *Giggles* Yea it caught Atemu off guard too. Not that it isn't obvious to the other band members who he wants to kiss lol.

Jofisk: Very one tracked. Oh Atemu. He really shouldn't drink so much.

The song I used for inspiration of the little competition is "Roundtable Rival" by Lindsey Stirling.

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Rehearsals are no fun with a hangover. Yugi didn't have the time to go through his hangover remedy this morning since I woke up too late. I hardly had enough time to throw on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and my boots. Don't even get me started about my hair. It is a chaotic mess that would make any rat proud to call it home. The headache raging through my skull  is making my head feel like it is moments away from exploding and my stomach is performing somersaults. Not fun in the slightest.

Sound checks, lighting checks, and singing combined had me running for the restroom to empty my sensitive stomach all throughout the day. The band threw me sympathetic glances during rehearsals. I don't need sympathy. I need a fucking drink. I should have brought a bottle with me. I rest my elbow on a speaker and prop my chin in my palm. I watch Seto discuss concert details with the band and stage crew. Ask me if I'm paying attention. Am I? Hell no. I just want to get out of here and get a drink. Hair of the dog will solve this raging hangover. 

"Atemu...." a voice breaks through my unfocused haze of existence. I shake my head and force my eyes to actually start seeing what's in front of me. The tall sun-kissed Egyptian is waving his hand in front of my face. "Want to go out again after rehearsal, Atemu?" Marik smiles at me. I raise an eyebrow. Of course I do. Out equals alcohol!

I return his smile, "I would love to."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? You are still pretty hungover from last night," Yugi appears at my side; concern still etched into his angelic features.

I purse my lips, "True, but what better solution than to drink some more? Once I have a few drinks, I'll be fine." I winkeat him.

"The concert is tomorrow," Yugi pouts, "Please don't drink too much if we go out tonight." Oh that pout. Son of a bitch that pout. The sad look in the large amethyst gems that are his eyes and the lower rose petal pink lip pushes out.

"I won't," I assure him.

"What are we waiting for then? Let's go!" Malik jumps into Marik's arms cheering. I covere my ears with my hands. I should probably check with Seto to make sure we are done with the rehearsal first. From the looks of it, we are all set, but better to be safe than sorry. I walk over to the tall brunet. He glance up momentarily from the document he is signing. He hands the sheet of paper to the raven haired gentleman who thanks him and left.

"What do you what, Yami?" he askes crossing his arms over his chest.

"Are we done here?" I ask.

"Why?" Seto snaps, "So you can go and drink more? You barely made it through rehearsals."

"I don't know what you are talking about. I made it through just fine," I scowl at him.

Seto rolls his icy cerulean eyes. Yami: 9 Seto: 7. "Running to the bathroom to throw up after every other song does not count for rehearsing. You are lucky the band knows your music so well," he growls at me.