Spelling with Bakura - Traverse Town; Random Bar [COMPLETE]

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The spirits had contacted him rarely since coming to Traverse Town. Each time they said less and griped him more weakly, but in no way did Bakura miss cursing at dust and shadows or angsting in dark rooms. Hell, he was beginning to find he missed Egypt less and less - but then, he could just be spoiled. Most places in town had electricity and hot

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[redxdevil]

Dante was bored. Horribly, insanely bored and willing to do nearly anything he could to delay his inevitable trip to Queer Central, headquarters of Captain Condom and his illustrious Planetqueers, to stay the night. The half-devil could think of several reasons why even the Heartless would steer clear of that place and filed them away for ammunition. So, directly after he'd wandered out of the cafe where he'd joyously run into Sunshine again, the white-haired newcomer took to just cruising around town. After a little while, he found himself at the door of a bar

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Bakura's eyes shifted briefly to Whitey, whom he'd missed dearly in their time apart. Really. He liked to think that throwing a man through a roof after kicking his ass was a sure way to say 'Hey, let's be best friends for life.' He really should have been more surprised, but he had already figured Whitey was some sort of unkillable roach-man. That brief flash of fang earned him a slightly raised eyebrow before Bakura turned his attention back to the incensed bartender.

Truth be told, he was running low on the 'munny' shit. And, at least for the time being, he was mildly amused.

"Look, I don't want any trouble from you assholes. Munny is the currency here, not whatever it is you have." The bartender growled, glaring at Dante and Bakura in turn. "If you don't have any, you can go kill a few Heartless. Just get out of my bar. Now.That seemed to confirm all of Bakura's assumptions; these people were terminally stupid. It was probably genetics

[redxdevil]

Usually, Dante would've jumped in to help the bartender out. He wasn't the nicest guy in the world, but dropping innocent people who hadn't swung in his direction yet usually didn't suit him. But, whatever. He was tired after a long, exceedingly annoying first day, and it wasn't like the jackass had killed the guy. After everything? Dante totally deserved a free drink anyway.

"Thanks a bunch," he replied sarcastically to the invitation for drinks. Most of the crowd looked suspicious but not ready to jump them yet or anything. Yet. Lazily, he poured himself a shot of whiskey, the first thing he'd picked up, and downed it before turning back to eye up Bakura. "And just so you know. Some time in the near future? I need to beat the shit out of you. But for now, the free drinks and the fact that I'm sick of this 'munny' shit get you a 'get out of ass-beating free' card."

That said, the half-devil downed his drink and appeared to have nothing more to say on the matter.

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Don't tell me no one has ever stabbed him in the throat before.

Bakura rolled his eyes, dragging the bartender into an almost comfortable position so that he wouldn't be stepped on. Bakura would hate to trip. And he was pretty serious about not killing the supplier of decent beer. It was like a thief code.

"Take a number. I'm a popular guy." He replied sarcasticly. He gave a casual wave, pouring himself a good helping of beer from the tap. Quite honestly, he expected to be attacked at any minute for stabbing the man in the throat among other things. It was what he would have done under similar circumstances. Then again, it wasn't his fault Whitey had decided to get in the way - not that Raindrop or whatever-the-fuck-his-name-was had been very forthcoming.

He settled back against the wall, looking deceptively comfortable. What the fuck ever. "'The hell do people care if it's Heartless shit or a gold coin anyway? I can't even figure out what this 'munny' shit is made of."