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Disclaimer: I do NOT own Yu-Gi-Oh!

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Author's Notes: I've taken the idea from the movie 'Leaving Las Vegas' and since I didn't watch the entire movie, I'll have to make it up. But this story is my own idea…for Joey and Mai. It's an AU fic, that's why Joey is 25 and Mai is 23. I don't like flames, so please you don't like, you don't review and just leave.

Here's Your Letter

Chapter One: It's A Hard Life Baby, Get Over It

"We've enjoyed having you on our staff, Wheeler…but we have to let you go…" Mr Anderson said, sliding the envelope forward on the desk.

The blond haired drunken man just stared at it before taking it in his shaking hand. Slowly he lifted the seal up and looked at the check within it.

So he was fired. They didn't want him on their staff anymore. He knew why, but in his present state he was just burning with so much emotion. His life had been screwed ever since the day his wife had decided to leave. And when he was seventeen he'd decided to drink to get over her. It was stupid anyway, marrying at the age of sixteen. He lost his family when he married her but he frankly didn't give a flying fuck so long as he was with the woman he loved. No, it wasn't love. She just left him. Now, if you really loved someone you wouldn't leave them. What were those vows said for anyway? He was annoyed. When she left, his work began to fall, he began losing his memory of the night before and there was usually no money left because he'd spent it on a prostitute or booze. It was his life now. Drink all day, find some girl to fuck and then sleep it out.

"I'm sorry…" he began crying silently looking at the ground. He didn't like crying so he put his hand on his face. 

Mr Anderson couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for the man. But Joey was quick to recover from any hard blow. He'd suffered worse.

"What are you going to do now?" He asked him warily.

Joey took his hand away from his face and looked at him in thought. His eyes were almost solemn, something which was very rare to see in Mr Wheeler.

After a while he finally gave his reply.

"I'm moving to Las Vegas."

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Joey opened all his draws and tipped everything in them into the black bin bag. He watched as knives, forks and spoons poured out of the box and then threw the draw aside. He repeated it with all the draws that there were in the house.

Next, he had piled everything wooden he had in his house in the back garden. Tables, chairs, draws, disassembled wardrobes and other things he had. Going to the garage he clambered through piles of metal scraps he thought he'd save for one day. One day, he used to think, he'd be famous for making the worlds first brand of Wheeler's cars. He thought he would be renowned by now; he should have been rolling in loot. But instead he was just getting pissed every night. He found the tank of oil and heaved it back to the garden, chucking it onto the wooden objects. It crashed and spilled clear liquid onto everything. Lighting a match, Joey threw it onto the heap and it was consumed in flames in less than a second.

Something flew from the inferno, and he picked it up. That bitch and me huh? She can go to hell. With that thought being the only, he tossed the picture of them into the blaze.          

After he had placed the ten bin bags on the curb, he got into his car, putting on his black shades. Looking back one last time at the house, he started the engine and left for his new home.

Damn, he was getting annoyed with the radio stations. Nothing decent was coming on and the sound was distorted. He finally, out of pure anger, just hit the thing with his fist, breaking the whole thing. So now, he was on the highway, driving with one hand while sucking his knuckles on the other. The signs were telling him he was getting closer to his new home but his head just wasn't tuned in. All he could think about was finding the nearest pub and getting drunk. Just because he was moving, it didn't mean he was going to change the way he lived. Besides, it was the only way he knew how to live his life.

The sky was darkening with each passing moment, and the moon was beginning to shine down upon him as he made his way to the city.

"With all the casinos and bars around here ya might aswell just put the machines out on the street…" he thought aloud while cruising through the city. While on his way to find a bar he passed many, but none seemed to have the simplicity that he wanted. He just wanted a drink in a simple bar with a simple bartender. Not some flashy thing with loads of people around.

With a resonated sigh, he decided to just spend whatever cash he had on drinks from the nearest supermarket. Which wasn't a lot but he still got pissed. He staggered back to his car, his eye sight becoming blurred as he tried to find a place to stay. When he was on the road a red light flashed. He didn't see it.

Suddenly, his foot stomped down hard on the brakes and a skidding noise was followed by a tap on his car bonnet. He looked through the windshield to see an angry female, who needless to say was very attractive. She tapped on his window and he rolled it down, staring into her lavender eyes.

"The light was red. You know, I don't know where you come from, but over here that means stop. Got it?" she said in a monotone.

Joey just stared at her and nodded, transfixed by her beauty. She muttered "asshole" under her breath before she left and Joey watched as her smooth legs guided her to the other side of the road and her tight red dress made her body stand out like a carving from stone.

"Hey, I'm sorry!" he called to her hoping she'd stop and turn back around. Instead she just held up a finger at him. "What a crass gesture…" Joey muttered to himself absent-mindedly. "And she didn't even turn around…I'll see you around!" He called to her. That statement made her turn and glare at him before she disappeared from sight.

He shook his head and realized he'd held up some cars that were now honking for him to move his ass. He did so, tiredly and made his way to a nearby hotel.

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When I walk into the room…I become their ultimate desire. Whatever they want, I give them and…I actually am pleased at myself for being able to do that. It's a skill, I had to work hard to be able to do it and now that I can, I enjoy myself too. When I walk in the room it's usually 300 dollars…and then after we're done we negotiate and it's usually 500 dollars…but sometimes things don't work out that way.

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Author's Notes: You will understand about that last bit more once the story gets going. That is if you want me to get going. Who wants me to continue? I'm not used to writing stuff like this, but I really understand a lot about why people do things like this now. And you will too, if you want to.