Some Nights I Stay Up, Cashing in my Bad Luck, Some Nights I Call it a Draw [May 1]

[dead_black_eyes]

Characters: L Lawliet, Bakura Ryou
Location: Starting at the apartment, ending in Las Vegas, baby!
Rating: PG for showgirls, and for L treating Bakura like a servant (wait, no, valet.)
Time: May 1, 4:00 PM to around 10:00 PM
Description: L has figured out where Light is hiding out after the cruel and humiliating "dinner party" events. But traveling without backup is a bad idea, and there are a lot of ways for two game-loving young guys to kill time before unfortunate quarries return to their crappy motel rooms.




L had not traveled outside Death City since arriving except through Shibusen's mirror transportation for missions. That made this a somewhat special occasion, but that being said, he was traveling very lightly. He had one change of clothes, Light's toothbrush (despite the fact that Bakura had bought him a whole stack of new ones), and his communicator, and that was about it. They barely filled half of the blue backpack L had chosen to carry his personal belongings, and so he filled the rest with candy.

He sounded like a piñata when he walked, but it was worth it to know that he would have snacks on the bus.

He waited expectently for Bakura to show up; the bus would be arriving within ten minutes, and while L was aware that Bakura was typically punctual, he would leave without him if he was late even this once.

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[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, sobering at the reminder. "Any instructions for what to do if that does happen? Places to check or people to call...?"

Hopefully he wouldn't have to... but.... if Ryuzaki was going to be in danger, he was there to help.

[dead_black_eyes]

"The police might be a good start," L said dryly, but he knew what Bakura was really asking.

"Call Gamzee. If he's not available, Near, Mello, and Matt, in that order. It shouldn't be a problem, though."

There was, after all, a reason they weren't along with L on this "mission", which was dubious in itself.

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded. "I wasn't sure if you'd want the police involved..." Since L really wasn't the sort to do most things by the proper channels...

"And hopefully it won't be. Else I'd say we should get you a tracker or something like that," he continued with a smile. Sometimes he felt as if this were a good idea in general, considering L... but he knew the man would never consent to one. Too paranoid.

[dead_black_eyes]

"The police have their uses," L said, his tone bored and blase. "When it comes to missing persons cases, they can be relatively effective if you can provide them with enough information, which you should be able to."

Besides, getting them involved was much better than getting his protective successors or partner involved. They would be less than pleased if they knew his aim for the evening.

"So. You brought your suit? We'll probably head straight down to the casino, unless you're hungry."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura nodded, reaching down to tap on his suitcase. "Yup! And shoes to match!"

As well as a tie for his hair. It was impossible to make it look respectable, but at least when it was tied back, it only looked like a mess from the back.

"And I'm fine. We can go for dinner after." When he'd actually have (hopefully) won the money to pay for one, since he was sure it would be expensive....

[dead_black_eyes]

"Yes," L said, after a moment of thought as he slid their room's card key through the door, handing a duplicate to Bakura before pocketing his own and holding the door open with his foot.

"You can change. I'm fine as I am," he said, flopping onto one of the two queen-sized beds and flipping through the phone book for no apparent reason... but rather odd purpose.

"If you bring anyone back here, by the way, let me know first. That way I can be scarce."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura paused, turning to blink at his friend. "Why would I bring anyone back here...?"

[dead_black_eyes]

"To sleep with, perhaps. You'll look your nicest in that suit, probably, so it's a chance, at least."

[shiromadoushi]

"... I don't think there's any worry about that..."

As if he would just pick someone up like that... Not even Takuto was that bad!

[dead_black_eyes]

"Suit yourself. By which I mean, put yourself in that suit. The sooner you're ready, the sooner I can go downstairs with you. And behave like I'm too wealthy and eccentric to care what people think of what I'm wearing."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura covered a small laugh before hefting the suitcase onto the other bed to open it. "The eccentric part is easy enough," he teased gently, carefully pulling out the black formal wear.

[dead_black_eyes]

"And the wealthy part used to be true," L said. "It's not as if I've forgotten what it's like."

[shiromadoushi]

Somehow, that didn't surprise Bakura in the slightest. "That explains a lot, Ryuzaki-kun," he smiled before vanishing into the bathroom.

[dead_black_eyes]

"I know what you think. You believe that I inherited the money, or come to it through means like that, right? I earned every cent and I made other people rich, too."

[shiromadoushi]

"Even though you've told me you've never had a job in your life?" Bakura returned cheerfully through the closed door.

[dead_black_eyes]

"Don't misunderstand. I didn't have a job the way fish don't wear swimsuits."

[shiromadoushi]

Bakura paused, blinking. "...That doesn't make any sense, Ryuzaki-kun... Either you have a job or you don't...."

[dead_black_eyes]

Slowly and patiently, L asked, "Ryou, do fish have to wear swimsuits?"

[shiromadoushi]

The teen sighed softly as he fumbled with the buttons on the sleeves of the tuxedo. It was so much harder with out the fine motor control most people had in both their hands....

"Of course not...."

[dead_black_eyes]

"Then I do not need a job. It is simply not how I operated. It was superfluous."

[shiromadoushi]

"Then what did you do that you said made money....? Isn't that what you have a job for?"

[dead_black_eyes]

"In the conventional sense, yes. We've discussed this before. I have a job now, but before, there was just me and what I did as naturally as a fish would swim."

[shiromadoushi]

"So you just got paid to be you..." Bakura's tone was a bit distracted as he tried to get his hair properly tied back. It was a frustrating endeavor at the very least....

[dead_black_eyes]

"Imagine if someone payed you to play games, on your own time and at your own interest and leisure. It was more like that."

And if were not at work and at home, I would have a fanart for this outfit....

[shiromadoushi]

[[OoC: this but in black. Proper fanart pending~]]


Ha! There! Now if he could just get that little tuft of hair to--- perfect!

"No wonder you had such a hard time adjusting to life here," Bakura smiled, opening the bathroom door at last, the small pile of clothing he had been wearing before neatly folded in his arms.