*Disclaimer: We do not own Death Note, who knows the sorts of things that would happen if we did.
BC: So... this is our first story together, JoysOf.L- and Blankcanvas23.
It shall be updated when ever Joys goes to work and she is bored and whenever I am at the computer, which is constantly so you know.
Joys: Lol, I have a bludgy job :)
BC: A nd I have no life.
The system works.
This story will be updated asap, we dont actually know where it's headed, but your support and sugestions will be taken into consideration.
Joys- writing Mello
BC- writing Matt
Past, Present and an Unexpected Future
Matt's POV -
The Green Fairy.
If that wasn't a faggy sounding bar, Matt didn't know what was.
Well, maybe The Back Door, but he'd never make that mistake again. Three years coping on your own did that to a guy.
It didn't really matter if the place sounded faggy; all that mattered was whether it had a shitload of booze.
Another thing that three years coping on your own did to a guy; you picked up the worst kinds of habits.
Drawing a long drag on his cigarette and nodding curtly at the bouncer, Matt stepped in. The bar was dark, which was surprising for LA; mainstream bars and every major food distributor liked to blind their customers with fluorescent lights. Young men with old faces lined the bar counter, and prostitutes frequented the booths on the far wall, their cigarettes a beacon in the gloom. Couples blitzed the dance-floor; gyrating like the darkness hid more than their physical being.
Matt headed straight to the bar, and asked for a vodka shot. The blonde bartender gave him the drink with a wink, and left him to his own devices when he didn't flirt back.
Left him quite like another blonde had left him; with a faltering smile, sliding into the darkness.
Matt threw back the shot and pretended the burning in his chest was from the alcohol.
Mello's POV-
LA, the city of bright lights and lots and lots of alcohol. It had been awhile since Mello had visited the place, and he hadn't missed it a bit. All the flashing lights and bustling crowds of people had a tendency to make Mello uncomfortable. He liked to control people, and manipulate situations, but in a place like this, he could barely do either.
What he needed right now was a drink before he went on the tiring expedition of visiting all the motels along the main road until he found one with a single empty room. Although to was 1o'clock in the morning, LA never slept, so Mello knew he wouldn't have a problem.
Walking along the main drag, Mello looked into the windows of numerous bars and clubs, all with their blinding fluorescents that screamed at him to go inside and join the party. That was the last thing on Mello's mind as he continued to skulk down the street hoping for somewhere quiet.
Ahead of him he saw a sign sitting on the sidewalk, with an arrow pointing down to the end of a dark alleyway. It was advertising a club called The Green Fairy.
Mello stopped and contemplated, looking down the alleyway he couldn't see any flashing lights, which was a good sign, just a single doorway with a lonesome bouncer leaning against the brick wall, cigarette in hand and giving off a strong impression that he really wouldn't care who entered the club, as long as they didn't make any trouble.
This was the right place, Mello decided, and made his way to the entrance.
"Evening Sir" the bouncer greeted.
Mello merely nodded in acknowledgment, pulling his fur-collared coat closer around his shoulders.
Entering the bar and looking around, Mello could only make out silhouettes of people, as the room was covered in a haze of smoke. Mello had never liked smoking. Matt used to smoke, and, well, as far as Mello knew, he still did. Mello and Matt hadn't seen each other for years.
But Mello had cared about Matt enough to warrant a life-long hate for smoking and the detrimental health effects. That's why he relied on chocolate. With a high metabolism and all the endorphins released whilst eating said confection, chocolate could have only been good for him.
Mello took a seat in a booth in the corner of the small room, and soon got approached by a young girl with lipstick smeared all over her teeth and hair pulled back in a messy bun.
"You after some fun tonight Hun?" she asked him.
"No." Mello replied, glaring at the trashy woman, who was starting to make him feel ill. Why women degraded themselves to levels like that he would never know.
"Suit yourself then" she said and sidled away, approaching another man in the next booth who put his arm out for her, an invitation to sit on his lap.
Mello sighed in disgust and moved seats to go and sit at the bar itself.
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