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[notso_mellow]

Mello's been lurking 'round this fucked up place for a good month or so, but he hasn't spoken to many people, opting instead to just fade into the background and watch.

Now, though, he's ready for a little interaction. Strewn across the countertop lazily, Mello fingers the edge of his scotch glass; the ice clinks as it melts a little and shifts in

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O hai, I banged your boyfrand!

[shinigami_is]

Misa has never been a huge fan of drinking, but she hasn't failed to notice that it can be something of a boon in times of crisis. Light turning up in the mansion not a day after she'd slept with Matt definitely counted as a time of crisis - as did the fact that when Matt returned to his world, he'd probably die. As did the fact that when she returned to her world, and Light's death note was working again, she'd probably be heading for the pearly gates herself

*snort* Nice, Amane... XD

[notso_mellow]

He swings his head sideways to watch her, a blank expression on his face. He starts a little when he realizes that it's Misa. His hand slides along the bar, resting on his gun.

He sneers. "Hello, hello, Amane."

[shinigami_is]

She's already downed half the cocktail...which is good, insofar as she's feeling a little more confident, and bad, insofar as she's completely overlooked the fact that the kid has a huge ass gun.

"Hm?" she looks over to him, feigning ignorance. "Oh, I'm sorry. Have we met? I've met a Mello, but I don't know if he's you."

[logical_red]

Matt walks right on in when he catches a whiff of some good old-fashioned liquor. Rounding the corner into the bar, he stops short in the doorway when he sees a very familiar Misa sitting at the bar with a very familiar Mello. His eyes widen. Fuck.

He swallows when he catches sight of Mello's gun, resting casually on the bar. His eyes widen more. Double fuck!

"Hey... you two..."

[saccharinesugar]

"Seconded!" a voice comes from behind him, and in strolls a bored, un-amused, and apathetic-looking Misa. "A bourbon whiskey, my good man!"

[notso_mellow]

Mello turns around in his seat, giving the Misa a bored look. "And why, pray tell, would a fuckin' Misa wanna drink with a Mello?" Oh, he's figured out by now that all the other worlds have Light as Kira and Misa as the second Kira, which is opposite from his own, but he still loves jerkin' the chains of all Misas and Lights.

Who gives a fuck if it's potentially dangerous? Not Mello.

[saccharinesugar]

"Because Mellos know how to hold their liquor and they don't try groping you once intoxicated like Matts do."

Inwardly, Misa's impressed. This one was feisty and spiteful. Not that she needed any other emotionally charged people in her life, but she figured she'd get bored of the monosyllabic L's and Nears pretty soon, and hell if she needed to see another Light in her lifetime... wait.

[notso_mellow]

He looks her up and down before taking another swig from his glass. Smirking, he decides to fuck with her a little more: "Now, Matts not holding their liquor is something I know about - though, not sure why one would grope you."

[ablankpuzzle]

[Near slips onto one of a bar stools, a comfortable distance from some Mello who looks already too drunk to care about his presence.

Reaching across the bar, Near grabs the ice bucket and begins to replicate an icy replica of his dice tower. It's far more of a challenge, but its a better use of his time then drinking god-knows-what. He's never touched alcohol before and is a little afraid of what it might do to him.

Without thinking, his eyes drift sideways along the counter where Mello is sat and notices a gun. He stills; but refuses to be intimidated by the weapon or Mello's incoherent mumbling.]

[notso_mellow]

Mello's not near as drunk as the kid next to him seems to think. Oh, he knows Near's there, and this is honestly the first time he's seen a Near since arriving.

Effectively hiding his smirk, Mello fiddles with the safety on his Berretta.

[ablankpuzzle]

[Near shifts, turning his back slightly on Mello. He can hear the faint clicks and scrapes of a gun being toyed with, and wonders whether to risk sliding off his stool and leaving.]

Ah! [An ice cube drops from his fingers and he tenses, hoping Mello missed his small hiss of surprise.]

[notso_mellow]

It starts off a snicker, then becomes a laugh. "Still ain't retired the damn toys, eh, Near?"

[goggleboy03]

The habit of going to bars was hard to break, even when he was aware he wasn't supposed to be drinking much. Though it seemed harder to hold onto in this place. So Matt shrugged and bellied up to the bar. A beer or two wouldn't hurt.
"You tending, or should I serve myself?"

((Is okay to say has overheard the thread there but not jumped in?))

[notso_mellow]

He nods to Matt. "Self-serve," he says with a snort. Glancing back at his drink, he watches Matt. "I'd ask if ya got a smoke, but I already know the answer."

[[ooc: hell yeah, it's okay, lol - gives ya insight to the slight instability of my trigger-happy Mello]]

[goggleboy03]

"Bugger, its the hard kind." He stood up and moved around the bar, surveying what was available before selecting a beer and moving back to his seat.
"Hm?" He raised an eyebrow, but took out his pack. "You smoke too? I didn't know it was so popular amongst Mellos. You just want one or the pack?"

((Heh.
This Matt tends to watch stuff, take mental notes, but stay out of it a lot. Like keeping up surveillance...only with no one to report to.
kek. i move fast ;P))

darn you, quick tagger! XD

[notso_mellow]

Mello smirks at Matt's obvious lack of enthusiasm; it seems to border boredom. This one looks like a regular Matt... Though he's a tad familiar. "Yeah - we don't do it often." He takes a cigarette from the pack, pinching the filter in his teeth as he holds out his hand, wordlessly requesting a lighter.

"I've met you before in this place, eh?"

[misamisal]

::Misa's been in the mood for a Shirley Temple lately so she heads to the bar where she sees an unfamilier Mello at the bar. She approaches cautiously, speaking in her usual soft voice.::

Hello. Is anyone bartending today?

[notso_mellow]

Mello sits back, eyeing her in mild amusement. "Yeah," he answers with a lopsided grin. "You." That said, he stands up, reaching over the bar to grab the bottle of scotch once again, refilling his glass. He gestures to the counter with the bottle. "Help yourself."

[misamisal]

::she smiles and gives a small laugh, nodding and makes her way behind the bar. Hey, at least he didn't give her the evil eye right off the bat, that's a good start.::
Oh-usually a Matt is tending, though I think he went home a long time ago.

::once behind the bar, she stares at everything::
You know, I've never actually been back here before. It feels strange.
::Setting a large glass on the counter, she fills it with ice, 7up then adds a generous amount of grenadine. To top it off, she stabs as many maracino cherries on a red, novelty drink sword and hooks it on the side before sliding a straw into the glass and sipping, a large smile spreading over her face::
Mmmm, fantastic.
So are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around yet.

[notso_mellow]

He shrugs. "Not really new," he replies. "Been here about a month; jus' haven't been too social. This place is the weirdest fuckin' place I've ever been in."