Dirty Little Secret Bar

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[Matt's in one of the bars scattered around the mansion, as he often is on the weekend. As usual, he has a pint of beer in front of him, a cigarette in one hand, and a paperback in the other (Unseen Academicals, today

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[Matt's eyes widen behind the goggles, and he sets the book down. That's a new one. He realizes he wouldn't have gotten off without something written on him, glances down to read it, and grimaces.]

Ryuuzaki, um, your shirt...

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[Matt sips at his own beer, recovered somewhat from his surprise.]

Hey, I'm not gonna judge you about that. Bet more than half the people here've at least considered it.

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[Misa comes skipping in, humming to herself and yet to realise that writing has appeared on her blouse: Omnicidal maniac desperately depressed from absense of Family.]

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[Oh, it's that weird Misa, and the writing on her is not reassuring. Matt gives her a nervous smile.]

Uh, hey, Misa. Need a drink?

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Ooooh, are there strawberry thickshakes? [She grins, and then notices the writing on his shirt. Her expression doesn't change and she doesn't say anything. This is Matt, after all, even if he isn't Family. That thought makes her frown a little before she hides it behind an even bigger smile.]

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Um, I could probably fake one?

[If she's not going to mention the secrets, he isn't either.]

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VaL walked into bar hoping to see if he could find something to drink and stopped walking when he noticed the red-head this L had never met the Matt in his world. He smiled slightly and watched Matt through the holes in his mask.
He doesn't notice the writing on his hand saying Likes a misa at the mansion.
"Hello."

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[Matt's too distracted by the mask to notice much of anything else.]

Hey. Who are you, dude?

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[Having been here for a while, it would be impossible for Mello to confine himself to only his room, Matt's room, or the halls, and so he is taking more liberties, these days: showing less fear when it comes to exploration. (Though he always, always opens a door just a crack and peeks in with his hand firmly on the knob before entering.)

Oh. Bar.

Alright, then.

Of course, not being in the habit of looking down at himself very often (at least not in public), he fails to notice the large, black writing just below his navel, stating for the world to see: WONDERS WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE TO GIVE UP, AT LEAST ONCE A DAY.]

Hey.

[Maybe he'll drink something new this time.]

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[Matt's glance flicks down to the writing across Mello's stomach right away, and a look of panic settles in on his face to stay awhile: He is gonna kill me for having seen that. He takes a long drag from his cigarette to keep himself from pointlessly trying to cover his own secret.]

Hey, you. Non-pussy drink, I know.

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[Blink.]

Fuck's that about? [He lifts his chin in a small nod toward the writing on Matt's shirt, even as he drapes himself over a stool.]

And fuck it, gimme a Screwdriver. [No matter that his eyes are edging toward the very tempting bottle of cognac behind the bar.]

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The damn room, [Matt mutters unhappily, feeling his face flush. Better to get it over with, yeah? He points to the writing on Mello, and hastily adds:] I don't believe it.

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[Matt's been back at the mansion for a week or two now; as always, time's damn near impossible to tell in the place, and he just sighs as he stalks into the room, knowing it to be a bar. Blinking, he proceeds toward the counter, dying for a hard drink.

He has yet to realize that his shirt reads DOESN'T REGRET KILLING HIS FOSTER FATHER across the chest.]

Finally, some liquid relaxation. [He actually cracks something of a smile as he thinks about what he'll have.]

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Oh, is that so~? [She's looking at his shirt with obvious amusement.]

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[Oh, it's her. He knows this Misa by tone now, and Matt has to resist stepping away from her. He'd actually been in a decent mood, too.]

What're you- [He looks down, noticing the writing. It's been some time, but he's still quite adept at reading upside-down. Making a face at the shirt, Matt just leans back against the bar and shrugs.] Oh well. I've been down this road before. [It seems strange, though, that mansion would bring such an old issue back into play; maybe it's because he's dealing with his death surprisingly well? Matt can't be sure.

He makes a gesture to her shirt.] Yours isn't much better, really. [He feels the need to point this out.]

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Hmm. [She gives a noncomittal shrug.] Did he do~ something, or was there a different reason? Or even... [Here she smiles ever-so-slightly.] No reason at all?