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?

[If

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[Yeah, he does know. Mello drops his hand from his mouth, giving Matt a once-over before lifting one leg, then the other, and peeling off his socks. He drops them in a heap onto the sand and proceeds to walk to the water's edge.]

Didn't say shit.

[A backward glance.]

You comin'?

[ooc: It's cool. :P]

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Yeah, I'm comin'.

[Matt's still blushing. He wedges the bottle back into the sand before following Mello down to the ocean, footing unsteady on the sand. He wrinkles his nose when the water laps at his feet. It's cold after the warm air.]

Wonder what this's a fake of. Generic tropical island?

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[He walks forward into the water, wading in until it laps around his knees. It's mildly cold, but nothing that would deter him from going in further.]

Probably. Never saw any place like it, though.

[Swaying slightly in the water, Mello submerges a hand for something to steady himself against, but finds nothing. He opts to sink down a bit, until the waterline reaches his waist.]

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[Matt follows, more slowly. He's definitely a wade-in-gradually type as opposed to a dive-in-and-get-it-over-with type.]

Me neither, not in real life.

Hey, now I kinda want to see how far we can swim out.

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[Mello turns back to face the shoreline, slowly pushing himself out further into the ocean. He lifts his feet from the sand and kicks back one time before righting himself and treading.

He remembers hearing negative things about swimming on a full stomach. Never anything about swimming drunk, though. They should be fine, he reasons.]

I wonder if it'll be one of those things where we keep swimming until we reach the end before it takes you back to the beginning.

[The idea amuses him. If the end is the beginning, then isn't the beginning the end? As far as that goes, it means that they could have gone backwards from the beginning and seen the end without having to go through the middle but... He frowns. Fucken liquor.]

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Should I be worried that that made sense to me?

[It's nice, though, easing into the water. He makes a face when the boxers start to get wet, and finally just splashes in to his waist, feeling awkward. Only Mello could manage to make this look graceful, he thinks.]

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[A small laugh.]

Dunno. Makes sense to me.

[He treads more, remaining where he is and waiting for Matt to catch up. Guy knows the place better than he does, even if he's never come this far into the water before. If some weird shit goes down, Mello doesn't want to be alone in it.]

If you go all the way under, it'll make it less annoying. Coming in slowly like that makes it torture.

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Maybe, but-- [He changes his mind mid-sentence.] Aw, fuck it.

[And he ducks under, so suddenly he surprises himself, and comes up sputtering, then makes his way out closer to Mello.]

There. Happy now?

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[He watches Matt go under with slight apprehension. The brief thought that this place is really as fucken evil as it's made out to be crosses his mind and he wonders, for that fraction of a second, if it's possible that the other won't come up.

When he does, Mello grins, dunking his own head beneath the water for a few seconds before coming back up.]

I've been happy. You're the one who looked like the shit was gonna burn you.

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Can't be too careful, yeah?

[He tips his head and grins as evilly as he can.]

Okay... you up for trying to hit the edge of this shit?

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[He stares for a second, as the sight of Matt looking so mischievous amuses him far more than it should, all things considered.]

Guess we can still have our race.

[He sucks in a breath and dunks under the water, propelling himself around three feet down before pushing his arms out in front of him and opening them, urging himself forward. The water is warmer beneath the surface and Mello opens his eyes. They are, however, quickly closed. Salt. He'd totally forgotten.]

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[Matt loses some time laughing: so typically Mello. But then he's off too, aiming for the horizon. He's a graceless swimmer, especially drunk, but he's reasonably fast and stays afloat, at least. But like Mello, he starts to worry when he's all alone up here for some moments, probably shorter than it feels like, but still.]

M? I mean, Mello?

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[A few strokes later, and though he's not unable to hold his breath, he wants nothing more than to breathe. The fact that his inhibitions are more than lessened right now means that if the feeling becomes strong enough, he might just take a breath.

Fuck.

He allows his body to float upright before kicking his legs rather hard in order to reach the top faster. And then he feels the water break over his hands and his head is above the waterline. He sucks in a long, drawn out breath of air, closing his eyes faintly at how satisfying that simple feeling is.]

S'like a damn pressure chamber, even a few feet down.

[He glances around, locating Matt and flashing another smile.]

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Don' scare me like that.

[He knows being drunk is making him conflate Mellos, which is seriously tricky business, since he has about three to conflate. But it's also making him not care very much.]

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[The smile drops from his face. That's exactly what his Matt had said to him after the incident that resulted in the scar on his hip. Same tone, everything. It makes Mello's stomach clench for a moment before he inhales and forcefully wipes away the memory. For now.]

You think I'd let water take me out? T'ch. After everything? C'mon, Matt.