Raining Matt
"MATTIE!" Mello slurred. "C'mere for a second!"
"Mello? Are you okay?" The red-head asked, walking out of their bedroom, playing some game. The chocoholic laughed and snatched the game from Matt's hand, chucking it across the room…unsaved…
"THE HELL MELLO!" The gamer shrieked, until he noticed what Mello was wearing. The blonde was wearing his regular leather vest, and a pair of leather booty shorts.
"Hey Mattie-" Mello said again.
"Y-your drunk!" Matt noticed, getting over the outfit shock.
"Whatever, Hey Matt, guess what?"
"Hm? What?" The goggled boy asked.
"Its…"
"Its…?" Matt questioned, only to get Mello wiggling his butt around singing,
"It's raining Matt, Hallelujah, it's a-raining Matt!" Matt almost died from his laughing fit. But he quickly hurried to grab his camcorder. He didn't waste one precious second.
"C'mon Melly. Dance for me!" Matt chirped, starting to record. Mello did as he was asked, and started to wag his butt side to side, singing his version of "It's raining men." The leather-dressed boy slapped his rear end once.
I don't think Mello will drink again, for a LONG time. Matt mentally added.