The Start
Goodnight!
Disclaimer: I own none of the following: Deathnote, Matt, a car, Mello, this fork I am eating my pie with, a Playboy bunny costume, or my own sanity.
Mello was, of course, drunk. Most likely not the first story to start out this way, and certainly not the last. In fact, I think being drunk is more of a way of life, rather then a side affect of drinking way to many martinis.
He walked into his and Matt's shared room. Well, it wasn't so much walking as it was a fish flopping on the floor with a broken fin. It was amazing that the caretakers in Wammy's house didn't hear.
Matt was already asleep when Mello stumbled in. Mello couldn't find the light switch. So, he stumbled around in the dark, because that would accomplish a lot, considering he could hardly get down the painfully lit hallway. Seeing as he couldn't find the light switch, it isn't that hard to guess he couldn't find his bed. So, instead, he found Matt's bed.
'Maaaatttttttt...'
The boy snoring loudly stopped for a second to give a barely audible grown.
'Maaaaaaaaaaattttttttttttttt!'
Finally the gamer answered. 'Wha?' He was too tired to finish the word, never mind deal with his drunken roommate.
'I can't find my bed.' For some reason, Mello found this fact unbearably funny, so he had a giggling fit. But, Matt seamed to have gone back to sleep (if he was even awake to begin with), so Mello shook him awake again and repeated his dilemma.
'Just crawl in...' Mello took this as an invitation to crawl into Matt's bed. But, he saw a problem.
'Matt, your bed is a,' A pause for another giggling fit, 'single.' Matt moved over so that Mello would have adequate room to sleep. They were both unconscious within seconds.
...
Matt's alarm rang. He woke up to find an arm around him. Who the hell is in my bed?
Mello woke up, too. Oh no, who did I sleep with this time?
When the door opened and L said a friendly 'Good morning!' they both fell out of the bed. L quickly saw that they had been sleeping together.
Mello was the first to recover. 'I-I-I was drunk! I couldn't control my actions!'
Matt was next. "I was asleep! I had no clue what was going on!'
L, with thumb nail in mouth, said thoughtfully, 'You know, Mello, when you are drunk, you do things that you already wanted to do subconsciously, but never would do when you were sober.'