A happening club...

[Aaron Colza]

A man groaned loudly from the back of the ever increasing line leading to the door of Domino Squares only night club, the Yokubo. That particular man had been standing in the same place in line for close to twenty minutes, and he was ready to just give up and go.

"It's a Tuesday night," he said to no one in particular. "What the heck could be holding up the line?!"

The cause of the traffic jam of a line was dressed in a gray, slightly too long sleeved dress shirt, stood close to 6'3 tall, was a little on the thin side, and was harassing the 6'5, 300 lbs., very well muscled bouncer standing at the door.

"What you mean I can't enter?! I have every right to enter this establishment!" yelled Aaron, fury welling up inside him. How dare this brutish pig hold up HIS entry to the club?

"You're not twenty-one, so I can't let you in," the steely-eyed bouncer responded calmly. In all truth, he was beginning to get annoyed.

Aaron could no longer contain his furry. In a dramatic act, he pointed his finger at the bouncer, his index mere centimeters away.

"HOW DARE YOU DENY ME, AARON COLZA, ACCESS TO YOUR CLUB?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?!"

The bouncer grabbed Aaron's hand, faster than Aaron could ever hope to react.

"Like this," the bouncer responded coolly, before taking Aaron's hand, and twisting him around. He than proceeded to crush the arrogant Aaron into the brick wall next to the door.

[Zac Blaine]

Zac walked around after some book shopping. Though he had no TV, he was always up for a good book. Anywho, he heard of a nightclub here in Domino City so out of boredom he walked towards the line. The eighteen year old kid looked older than his duh to his rough past. His black coat swayed in the wind along with his hair.

That's when he saw the slim man being restrained by what Zac figured was the bouncer. That must be holding up this line....He saw people sneaking into the while the bouncer was busy with this guy. Zac sighed softly and his conscience got to him.

Walking past the line, he went towards the commotion. "Hey...I hear what's going on...and so this guy doesn't go home in a body cast, may I ask, why can't he just get some sort of stamp or mark so that bartenders can't serve him while he can still visit the area? I'm sure you'll attract more people if you do so. So...What do you say?

[Aaron Colza]

The Bouncer shrugged nonchalantly as the bloodied Aaron Colza slid down the cold, brick wall.

"It's not my call, little man. I don't own the club, I just enforce the rules," responded the Bouncer.

Aaron attempted to stand at this time, but the ringing in his ears prevented him from hearing the conversation going on next to him. Looking dizzily at his new protector, all the sense he had was to ask,

"Who are you?"

[Seto Kaiba]

It was suprisingly a rare quiet night in the life of Seto Kaiba. Hell, he even felt like going down to the one nightclub in Domino City...mainly to see if they would dare to refuse him entrance. In which case they did, Kaiba had a nice plan. You see....he had a check written out to the owner in his pocket for over $750,000, meaning he would basically screw the rules because he had money and buy the building out. Nightclubs were a great source of income, and Kaiba loved money.

Smirking as he saw the bouncer throw another loser into the wall and bluntly explain why he was denied entry to the loser donned in black, Kaiba would take the opportunity to attempt to slip past the bouncer. Why? Because he was Seto freakin Kaiba and he could do what he pleased.

[Zac Blaine]

Zac nodded slowly at the huge man. "Tell you what...You go get the owner or fetch someone to get him and we can ask personally while me and this guy wait here." Zac hated trouble, so he would always try to confront it to resolve it.

He sighed softly when the skinny guy addressed him. "Umm...Zachary Blaine...I'm new in town...and you're welcome."

[Aaron Colza]

The bouncer sighed, and called over one of the various valets standing outside, giving him implicit instructions to go and find the owner. The bouncer was also in no mood for trouble, and this kid dressed in black was certainly causing it.

"Alright, I'll get you the owner, but you two have to get out of the line. You're holding everyone else up."

Aaron rubbed his nose, still bleeding softly, and nodded at Zack.

"Thank you, I guess... I could've handled it though.... Should teach that bouncer a lesson!"

[Zac Blaine]

Zac nodded and walked out of the line. He then turned to the guy as he waited by leaning on the building wall. "I'm sure you could have, but why waste the time with such foolishness? He had that hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Anywho...umm...I never acutally caught your name..."

[Aaron Colza]

Aaron scoffed at this stranger who had unwittingly saved him...

Striking a dramatic pose, his shirt rippling in the wind behind him (though where the wind in question came from is a true mystery), a rose appearing in his mouth, Aaron shouted loud and dramatically his glorious name to the world.

"I am Aaron Colza, the lover, the fighter, and the BEST!"

Aaron stance returned to normal, and both the wind, and the rose disappeared.

"You may call me Aaron."

[Zac Blaine]

Zac was indeeded shocked by Aaron's flashy performance, though by shock in terms for Zac was losing his smirk and his eyes giving that 'Really?' stare. He breathed softly before he spoke. "Well...umm...Aaron, please, call me Zac in that case.

He stared at the door, watching person by person entering. He wished the owner would get here. His attention returned to his flashy, err...companion. He never used the term friend...of course for personal reasons. "So, what brings you here tonight?"

[Aaron Colza]

Aaron also watched the door, waiting to give this bouncer a peace of his mind, as soon as the owner got here.

Than he heard his savior's question.

He twirled about, and stared at Zac like he was an idiot. Moments passed before he realized that this man had no idea.

"The same reason I go everywhere friend...."

His eyes drifted to the crowd, scanning the masses, a strange look on his face, before turning to Zac with a very scary looking grin.

"The girls, Zac. It's all for the girls..."

[Zac Blaine]

He wasn't surprised by his answer at all. He merely smirked and spoke again. "The ladies' man, I see...Well isn't that the truth.." He then frowned. Friend...he hasn't been called in years. He shook it off as the guy came back with the owner.

Zac l waited as the bouncer whispered to the owner then pointing at Zac and Aaron. "Well...better hope it's your lucky day, Aaron."

[Aaron Colza]

"I'm always lucky!"

The Owner, an aging man, possibly late forties approached. By his attire, it was clear he never quite made it out of the seventies. His brown, slightly graying Afro perfectly matched his salt and pepper porn star mustache, and the sequenced outfit he was wearing couldn't have been more authentic if he had gotten it from a time machine.

Stunned by this man's shocking appearance, it took Aaron a moment to recover. When he finally did, he marched directly over to the owner.

"Are YOU the owner of this establishment?" Aaron asked, his finger pointing in that dramatic way it always seemed to take when Aaron was angry.

"Yes, that is me!" said the man, striking a pose even more dramatic and fruity than Aaron's, actually drawing the attention of some members of the crowd outside of the club.

Aaron was once again shocked. Not only was this the man denying him access to his lady filled club, but now he was stealing his bit!

"I demand you allow me, and my associate here access to your establishment!" Aaron nearly yelled at this strange, yet fabulous man.

The bouncer grumbled from beside him.
"Boss, this kid ain't twenty-one yet. Your rules say I can't let him in!"

Aaron turned his glare onto the bouncer.

"And you! How dare you throw me into a wall! You could've broken my delicate nose!" Aaron shouted, angry that this man was still trying to deny him entry.

Just as Aaron was getting ready to yell at the bouncer again, the owner placed his hand on the young man's shoulder.

"Alright kid. You want access to my club? You want to hang with me? Fine. Prove that you can! I, Club Owner Isiah, challenge you to a dance battle..... AND A DUEL!"

[Zac Blaine]

Zac was also shocked by the owner's attire. As he listened to Aaron speak, he closed his eyes. 'I just said that will cause trouble, yet he does it.' Still, he kept his thoughts in his head.

Then the owner spoke. What first came out was ridiculous. "Oh dear god...Reall-" Then he heard the second part. "Duel? You duel Aaron?" He's been looking for duelists.

[Aaron Colza]

Aaron glanced over at Zac, than back to the Owner.

"Of course I duel. Dueling is like the passion of a beating heart, and the action itself is like watching a game of love unfold..." said Aaron, his eyes closed, clearly deep in thought.

"And I, and my associate here accept your terms! If it's a dance, and a duel you want, THAN IT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU'RE GOING TO RECEIVE!" yelled Aaron, once again, pointing, the rose miraculously there again, held between his teeth.

"My friend and I are both Expert duelists, and I'm sure I can 'boogy down' with the likes of you!"

Faster than either Aaron, or his darkly attired companion could react, the Owner grabbed each of there hands, and pulled them into the club.

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The inside of the club was exactly what you would expect from a man dressed like the Owner;

The room itself was dark, only lit by the constantly changing neon lights on the ceiling, and the clearly disco dance floor. The tables and chairs were all plastic looking in nature, keeping to that strange, seventies charm, and a disco ball adorned nearly every available inch of the ceiling. The single wet bar took up the entire length of one wall, and was similarly lit with neon lights. All in all, a cheesy throw-back of a club.

Aaron laughed as he was dragged along, sarcasm filling his voice.

"THIS is your club? Very happening!" he said, before breaking into a fit of giggles.

The club owner glared at him from behind a pair of wrap around shades that he mysteriously acquired during the short trip in.

"How dare you make fun of my club, you arrogant jerk?!" he asked, anger filling his voice. No one, especially some new age weirdo, said his club was bad.

Aaron laughed again.

[Zac Blaine]

Zac shook his head. "And you didn't tell me? I've been looking for someone to duel with." And apparently here got his wish, cause Aaron dragged his name into this conflict. He too was taken into the club by the flashy owner along with Aaron, who's also flashy...be careful what you wish for.

Zac heard the booming music within each inch of his body due to the loudness. He watched as Aaron insulted the owner, which was rather funny, even for Zac. The guy did get steamed easily...How hilarious. "I'm letting you know...I don't dance, but a duel is my expertise." He smirked as some people surrounded to watch. Word does spread fast...maybe there's other duelist in the club tonight that are in the tournament that'll watch.