[drunk like always - private thread]
Everything was deliciously fuzzy.
This was great. When everything was distorted and blurry like this, he didn't have time to think about stupid Mihael and stupid Light and stupid... stupid people. He could concentrate on finding Nattie, even finding Near because Near wasn't a bastard, and Near hadn't bitched at him in the last few hours, so Near was the good guy of this equation, obviously. And Mihael and Light were the bad guys. And as for Meile... well, shit. Meile didn't know what he was. He wasn't a good guy, because good guys didn't scream profanities at six year olds or get drunk off their asses or anything like that. But he didn't want to be a bad guy either.
Mnngah... 'm notta bad guyyy...
But he didn't want to think about that, because that would ruin the point of this awesome buzz he had going. So he thinks about other things, like finding Nattie and what he was going to say when he did find him. And quite possibly punching Light in the face later. That'd make him feel better. Fucking Light, didn't even know what was right in front of him. Meile'd practically blurted it out, and he still didn't get it. He didn't love Light, not like he did Mihael, but he didn't hate him and he didn't want anything bad to happen to the kid.
'sa good kid. Goood kid.
Meile grins to himself, and takes another swig from his bottle, standing up and stumbling out of the kitchen, stashing another bottle in his back pocket for later. He'd already had a few, and may be close to passing out soon, but that was all right. He didn't care. He just hoped he'd find Nattie first.
Or Near. Near was good. Near was...
Good guy. Yeaaaaaah. Yeahhh, tha's... tha's wadd I neeed.
He trips, but catches himself against the doorway of the kitchen, grinning and shouting drunkenly:
NEAAAR! OI, NEA-- NEARRRR!