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Mello's been lurking 'round this fucked up place for a good month or so, but he hasn't spoken to many people, opting instead to just fade into the background and watch.
Now, though, he's ready for a little interaction. Strewn across the countertop lazily, Mello fingers the edge of his scotch glass; the ice clinks as it melts a little and shifts in the glass. He shifts uneasily on the barstool before reaching down and sliding his Berretta out of his back pocket. Sneering, Mello lays it down on the counter.
Rubbing his face - HARD - he straightens up in his seat. "Fuckin' weird-ass place just gets weirder and weirder."
[[ooc: A sidenote: you'll probably notice the rather intense thread at the beginning; you can read if you like, but don't worry about it, just reply normally, lol. doing some side-plotting; you're welcome to watch or join, but you don't hafta if you don't wanna. :)]]