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[barbecues]

Characters: OU!Cloud & OU!Mello
Where: Om-Ennea
When: After Cloud's latest entry
Summary: Mello and Cloud are bored, so there is nothing better then getting drunk and playing with needles.
Warnings: Piercings and mild drunkiness

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Cloud walked over to Om-Ennea more than a little morosely, Tonk's homemade six-packs in each hand. The beer was decent, and had the benefit of being contained in tall, purple bottles that contained much more drink in them than physically possible.

It was kind of pathetic he was hanging out with Mello, even talking to him. The scarred man did nothing much but taunt him - but everybody was gone, gone very securely away, and it was either come over to his place or remain in awkward silence with Albel as he brooded over his cursed girlfriend.

The blond reached the apartment, and knocked.

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Mello didn’t know why he was hanging out with the other blonde. Maybe because he desired some sort of company. Oh sure he could have asked L or Matt or whoever the fucking hell else but really, the more friends he had the better, even if it was all fun and games with taunting and what not, Mello did have some sort of fondness to the other, even if he had been here less then a month, but time really doesn’t matter when you’re in a shithole such as Econtra.

"Do you even have to knock?" The blonde asked behind the closed door and quirked his lips upwards into a faint smirk. The stretch of leather softly echoed through out the room as Mello got up from the sofa and walked towards the door, and leaned against the door frame.

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A faint smile drew over his face and Cloud held the drinks up awkwardly. "I'm polite, asshole. And I brought you alcohol." With that, he moved past Mello (who blocking the doorway casually) gracefully, and headed to the nearest table to set them down.

His apartment was filled with a lingering sense of smoke, and spread over with half-empty jam jars. Cloud looked up at him questioningly - "What's with jam?" But his expression broke, at the sight - Mello looked like him, in a certain way, the certain arrogance and mockery he held for the world's sake. Confident against the door, smirking lazily. He froze.

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As Cloud was shifting towards the table, there were a few brief moments of Mello smirking wildly and almost in a feral fashion until his lips settled on a half-grin filled with mockery and leaned against the doorframe with his arms folded against his chest and blue hues gazing along Cloud. "I love it when you get all pissy."

He let out a chuckle under his breath and started to walk towards Cloud and slumped on the sofa before placing his feet on the edge of the table. "My old room mate had a fetish for it I guess." His words were soft, almost as though he was trying to conceal it really, though he could care less. "I swear to fucking god, they bring back someone you adore for a few weeks and then they are out of here." And with a irritated groan, Mello leaned over and picked up a bottle.