#Agggh... I feel so bad/guilty that this took a while and it's not even that long. (Please don't take that as a lack of interest lol!!)

[omi-nor]

The young man who was leaning against the walnut podium, with his chin on the back of his hand gave a simple, “Any kind of show.”

He answered with a knowing smile as he scanned Bakura.  Another tick on the visitor list. They were quite easy to spot, they almost always gave off that antiquated and spicy sort of aura, and no matter how many he came across, he was curious to see what they were like. Either way, this one wandered in like a cute little stray alley dog who suddenly found itself at the back entrance to a kitchen. A delightfully enlightening and equally dangerous place. 

“Whatever the stage director decides on.” He said with an almost lazy tone, “Could be the show girls, the band, a rando he picked off the street, maybe the lovely Mai Valentine, or their stage hand who happens to be able to sing a few good notes.” Ryou pulled himself up, his arms straightening out and pulling his shoulders down like a stretching cat waking up from a nap.  “New in town?” He quipped sweetly, flipping through the corners of a stack of menus.  Guess he should be polite.

“Most folks here come here to drink, the music is a second, though for some once they get a few glasses down....the music and the rhythm becomes call they can think about” he said motioning to the woman who had winked at Bakura, “Others come with a head full of dreams of filling their pockets and emptying someone else’s and praying that Lady Luck is smitten with them this evening. Some like to spend some time in the company of others. “He said glancing at a pair deep in a petting session in the corner.  Others....” He pulled a luncheon menu and held it out to Bakura, “Like to sit down with nice steak and listen for the next grand opportunity to slip through loosen lips.” The menu bounced between his fingers, “You seem to be a steak and tables sort of guy, want me to accompany you to a seat or the bar?”

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Bakura unknowingly crosses his arms as Ryou's eyes examined him. His smirk is replaced with a peevish frown.

Something nagged at him, telling him that something wasn't right about all this.

Bakura briefly glances at the menu dangling in front of him, then quickly - and rather rudely - snatches it away, not bothering to read it yet. "Hmph." This Ryou seemed like quite the chatterbox.

"Fine. I don't care where. Just get me a drink." Bakura grumbles to him, still not peaking at the menu, eyes instead focused on Ryou and his surroundings, examining him and the room with a mix of annoyance and restlessness.

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