[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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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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Ah, we can improvise. Or sleep it off on the beach. Which is, um... [He has to think about it.] Third door on the right!
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How come you've never gone deeper into the ocean? [It's a ridiculous question, but he genuinely wants to know. Wading's good, but in a place like this, he'd want to swim out as far as he could go in order to see where it would take him.
He sets off toward the designated door, taking one last drag off of the cigarette before dropping it to the floor and crushing it underfoot.]
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This one. [He opens the door a crack at first, to check, because it would be just like the mansion to throw a trick room at them. But not this time. Palm trees, sand, the tide coming in, and a sky going pink.] See? Fake. But nice.
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Holy shit, man.
[It's fucking unreal.]
Is it safe to just...walk in?
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[And he does, stooping to put his cigarette out in the sand.]
I've been in here loads of times. You haven' seen an outside room yet, huh?
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No. But...[Another swig should settle him a bit.] it's not a room. It's the fucken beach, like...
You weren't kidding, man. [Shit. His boots are gonna be a pain in the ass while walking on the sand.]
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[He starts to get up, changes his mind, and tackles the laces on his own boots. Fake or not, the sand feels real to walk in.]
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It's been a long time.
[He can't stop staring at the ocean, even as he crouches down to position the bottle in the sand and gets to work on his own boots. He sways a bit, reaching down to steady himself with a hand. At least if he accidentally drowns, he'll wake up. The thought is more amusing than disturbing, at the moment.]
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[He probably would. He's fairly suggestible at the moment. He gets his boots and socks off and rolls up his jeans a bit.]
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[A grin as he tugs off his boots, then goes for the zipper on his vest.]
More along the lines of a humble request.
[The leather slips off and Mello lets it fall carelessly into the sand. His pants should be fine, left on. After all, the material is tight against his skin and isn't going to absorb water.]
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[He doesn't quite realize what Mello's doing until the vest hits the ground, and then he hopes against hope that his blush isn't too obvious. He's not sure what boxers he has on, but the chances of them being dorky are about a hundred percent.]
One more sip, and maybe.
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[He grabs for the bottle and takes a generous sip before holding it out and shaking it slightly. The grin never leaves his face.]
Good swimmer? Or am I gonna have to save your ass?
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[Oops, he didn't mean to say that out loud. He takes the bottle, sighs showily, and takes a huge sip.]
Okay, okay, fine, ha.
[He twists the bottle into the sand between them, and in the spirit of getting it over with, pulls everything off except the boxers. Sure enough: the pattern on them is The Tick's head alternating with "SPOON!"]
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...
[He watches the clothes come off intently before he bursts out laughing, leaning over and covering his mouth. He doesn't mean to, really. But he remembers that godawful show and how he avoided it, at all costs.]
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[He's trying not to laugh himself, and hides it by scooping up the bottle for one last sip.]
[ooc: had to repost for typing fail, sorry!]
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