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

[diabound]

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

[diabound]

"You're one to talk!" Bakura slurred back, and it was definitely for dramatic effect. And the fact that he kept talking after Dante left had nothing to do with alcohol catching up to him at all. "Next time I hand your ass to you, the darkness will...eat your.. oh fuck it."

He gathered his things and some munny from the cash register (hey, he wasn't that nice a guy). He'd blow it on a room for the night and head off the next day to find out what had become of his world. He wasn't hearing whispers anymore. He was, quite pleasantly, too drunk to talk to ghosts.