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Lady Luck	By : Amarin Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > Het - Male/Female Views: 2207 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Oh, My� What A Starry-Eyed Surprise
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Japanese
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Ano � Um�
Baka � Idiot/Stupid
Kami-sama � God
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Once again, I find myself with my friends,
dancing the night away.
It�s like the party never ends.
I walk into a club and I�ve found paradise.
I�m seeing stars; I can�t believe my eyes.
The walls are closing in but that�s okay.
Because I�ve been waiting all week to feel this way,
and it feels so good, so good�
I�m on top of the world; the coolest kid in the neighborhood.
So let me be your star for one night�
Oh, my starry-eyed surprise, sundown to sunrise,
Dance all night, we�re gonna dance all night, dance all night to this DJ.
Ah, sugar, dance all night to this DJ, dance all night to this DJ.
Lover, dance all night to this DJ.
Wild cards, laser beams, flashing lights,
you�ve got to feel the rush, feel the spice of life.
Love life; take a roll of the dice.
Snake eyes!
Surprise�
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Paul Oakenfold � Starry-Eyed Surprise
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�You ready?� Tristan asked as the door to Dara�s house opened.
�All set,� she replied, buttoning the last button on her trench coat and grabbing her purse. They were heading out to the Phoenix that night � the seventh time since they�d gotten together � and like always, she didn�t want anyone to see her in her girl getup.
Especially since tonight was their �anniversary� of sorts. Six months ago they�d met at the Phoenix. Seemed appropriate they went there.
She didn�t want anything to go wrong.
One could always hope that Murphy�s Law would skip them just this once, ne?
Yeah, right�
�Cool,� Tristan said.
She flashed him a blinding grin and quickly locked the door, following him to his motorcycle after she was sure everything was secure.
As they sped away towards Tokyo, neither Tristan nor Dara noticed the group tailing them.
The group consisting of two hikaris wearing yami-bearing Millennium Items, one blond mutt, and one dance student.
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Entering the club, Tristan took a moment to adjust to the press of the crowd before he turned to Dara. �They�re really full up tonight,� he noted. �Why don�t you go wait at the bar while I get us some drinks?�
�All right,� Dara agreed, giving him a peck on the lips before they separated. Tristan snagged a waitress as she headed into the back, giving her their drink orders, then went to wait at the end of the bar next to the kitchen. Dara headed for the other end of the bar, which was slightly less crowded.
Unfortunately, that didn�t mean it had a better class of people�
�Haven�t I seen you someplace before?� a tall, blond man asked Dara as she walked up to the bar.
�Yes, that�s why I don�t go there anymore,� she returned blithely, leaning nonchalantly back against the corner of the bar.
Frowning slightly, the blond man was still not to be deterred. �You know, you have a quick head on your shoulders.�
Green eyes flashed. �And you�ve got something ugly on yours, blondie,� Dara said icily.
�Blondie� started incredulously at her for a moment, before huffing and stalking away.
Dara breathed a silent sigh of relief. It always amazed her how much more attention she drew as a woman than as a man. It might have had something to do with her policy of not wearing even slightly revealing clothing when she was dressed a guy, but still�
Her thoughts were interrupted by a presence behind her. About to turn around, she was arrested by the feeling of an arm curling around her waist. She tensed slightly, but then relaxed as she recognized the spicy musk of Tristan�s aftershave.
�You okay?� the brunet asked, the timbre of his voice rumbling pleasantly in her ear.
�I�m good,� she replied, turning into Tristan�s embrace. �I�m just trying to future out why so many men can�t seem to take a hint.�
Tristan shrugged and took a sip of his beer. �Joey isn�t the only idiot in the world.� He hopped up on a stool, waiting until Dara had done the same before he handed her a glass of iced tea.
Dara smiled. �Unfortunately.�
Tristan laughed.
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Speaking of idiots�
�Joey, I really don�t think this is a good a idea,� Yugi reiterated for the fourth time that evening as the group cautiously entered the Phoenix.
�Why not?� Joey asked. �All I wanna know is where dose two disappear ta on Fridays if dey�re not dating.�
�Maybe they just like going clubbing together,� T�a offered.
Joey shook his head. �Dis is like da fifth time in da past two months neither of �em have been home on da weekends. Dey gotta be dating.�
�Then shouldn�t we wait until they�re ready to tell us themselves instead of stalking them?� Ryou asked practically, panting a bit, as he was out of breath. For some reason he kept getting jostled by the crowd inside the club more than the others were, and he was starting to feel slightly claustrophobic.
Joey sighed and rounded on the other three. �If they�re dating, dey should have told us by now. But dey haven�t. Maybe dat little scene in da park a few months ago scared �em off it, and dat�s my fault,� he admitted, scrubbing the back of his neck ruefully. �So dat means it�s up ta me ta fix it,� he added decisively before making a beeline for the bar.
Trailing along in his wake, the other three � slightly more sane � members of the foursome sighed.
�I still don�t think is a good idea,� Yugi repeated, but his worries were lost in the sound of a small scuffle taking place only yards away. A burly biker was harassing a young girl with long black hair � and the girl was having none of it.
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�You again?� the raven-haired beauty asked, incredulity dripping from each syllable. She sighed. �I guess it�s true what they say � idiots are like boomerangs. You throw them away, but they just come back again,� she said, picking his arm � which had been lying rather possessively on her shoulder � up, with a look of disgust on her face as if it was diseased, and throwing it away.
�You came back,� the biker slurred. �I never got ta buy ya�s that drink last time��
�Because I didn�t want you to,� she interrupted, but he just steam-rollered over her objections, his bulk and the crowd preventing her from making her escape.
�You wanna let me buy ya�s that drink now, sweet cheeks?� he finished, leering in what he probably thought was a provocative way � but was really only creepy and disgusting.
The girl�s eyebrow twitched. �You do remember what happened last time you �insisted� on buying me a drink, don�t you?� she asked icily.
�Ah�no.� Scratching his head, the biker said. �Actually, I don�t. Why don�t ya tell me, sugar?� He leered again, somehow managing to make himself look even more repulsive.
She grinned ferally. �You ended up unconscious. I guess you must have gotten a concussion.�
Blinking, the biker shrugged. �So does that mean ya won�t let me buy ya�s a drink?�
The girl sighed, her eyes rolling up to implore the ceiling tiles in a �Why me?� gesture. Her gaze slanting back towards the biker, she said, voice hard, �No. Not now, not ever. Now leave, jackass.�
�Or what?� the biker demanded belligerently.
�Or I�ll get medieval on your ass,� she snarled.
�Yeah, right,� he chuckled, one hand coming up to clasp her shoulder.
�Remove your hand, or I will remove it for you,� she hissed.
He gave her a smile, as if to say, �I�d like to see you try.�
Bad move, buddy.
Eyes flashing, she reached up with the arm opposite to the shoulder his arm was crushing, and, in a move almost too quick for the eyes to see, grabbed his middle finger and yanked it all the way back.
Howling, the biker let go of her shoulder, clutching his now broken finger. He glared at her, and suddenly found someplace better to be � like maybe a monastery, where he would swear off women for the rest of his life.
�Baka,� she said derisively and whirled around to leave.
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�What a woman!� Joey marveled. �Now dat is my kinda�� he started to say, but was arrested when the girl turned towards them.
��girl?!� Joey choked out, staring at the vision of loveliness in a red dress and silver jacket, night-dark hair falling in delicate wisps around her face�
�and peeking out from behind the mussed locks, Duke Devlin�s catlike green eyes.
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