He had to leave his room some time...

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[Matt's sitting behind the bar, with a cigarette in one hand, a paperback version of Interesting Times in the other, and a half-finished pint glass of a copper-colored beer in front of him. He's lost track of how many times he's read through the Discworld series, and most of his attention isn't on the book, which he's mostly memorized by now anyway

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[Mello is wandering around the halls, seemingly aimlessly, when he stops by one particular door and rests his hand on the knob. He's been warned about the rooms in here doing fishy shit, but this one doesn't have an X on it and really, he can't just keep pacing through the corridors without checking any of the rooms, if he hopes to ever get out.

Almost tentatively, he turns the knob and peeks in, immediately pleased with the sight. Nice. He was thinking that if he didn't get a drink in him soon, he was likely to go nuts. Yeah, it's fucked way of coping, but after everything that's been explained to him, at this point, he really doesn't give a shit.

He fixes his attention on his figure behind the bar, the heels of his boots landing heavily on the floor as he walks over. Matt. Or...a Matt. Sure, he looks like the Matt with whom he's spoken before, but Mello's quickly learning that around here, that doesn't count for much.

He reaches the bar and flashes a smile, leaning over the surface and resting his elbows down.]

Chocotini?

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[Matt sets the book aside and grins at Mello.]

A non-pussy version, yeah? I can do that.

[He gets to work on it.]

[redeemed_m]

[A small laugh. Right Matt, after all. This puts him at ease a bit, though it may just be due to the fact that this guy was the first person he encountered when he arrived.

That, and his manner seems generally laid-back. Mello always did prefer that to uptight. Except for when the situation called for it, of course.]

Double non-pussy.

[He watches Matt's movements intently for a moment before stretching his leg out and settling onto the stool. A few seconds later, he breaks his attention away, finally fully surveying his surroundings.]

Take up bartending as a hobby to pass the time?

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Something like that.

[What he's making isn't technically a martini, he supposes, but he doubts any Mello--or even any Wammy's kid, except maybe Near--would object to vanilla vodka, creme de cacao, and Godiva liqueur. He goes heavy on the vodka, as per Mello's request, and slides the drink across to him.]

Only so many video games in the world, y'know. Are you doing okay here?