Maybe of you have been asking me if something happened to me since I haven't been posting anything since August, truth is, this happened. I wanted to write a simple Laven, no more than 15-20 pages and then well, it somehow morphed into a full story with over 200 pages, so I'll start uploading this one (nearly finished) and then continue with all the other.

I want to apologise for having been away all this time without a word but hey, it's not like I have been slacking off!


Kanda was the smarter of the two on this occasion.

He had been smart and didn't succumb to Lenalee's insistent invitation to go with her to one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, but he was a sucker to see the girl smile, she was almost family to him, and so, because of his inability to basically deny her anything, he was now stuck in the most exclusive club he had ever gone to, listening to all this stupid pop songs blast the speakers and the people yell at each other so they could be heard or yell at the bar-woman, who didn't seem to be affected at all by their mean and usually sexual comments.

"Move over usagi." He looked at his side and discovered the very same person he was praising seconds ago.

"Yuu? What are you doing here?" He asked as he shuffled to the side, letting the Japanese sit by his left, where he could see him. "I thought you said you weren't coming."

"I wasn't going to, but she said she'd tell Komui I cheated on the Chemistry test." He grumbled. "And what the fuck is this shitty music?"

"Like I'd know." He picked up his drink and downed it in one go, feeling the burn in his throat.

"Lavi! Kanda!" They both turned to see their girl best friend before she hugged them too. "Do you like it? This club is the number one choice to go out in London by different magazines!" She told them.

Lavi surveyed the area: the walls were all black with dark purple and bright violet patterns, mostly butterflies, cards and candles with a pointy end. Weird, but it somehow worked. The ceiling was high and where lamps from different sizes hang from.

The local was circular: the bar was in the middle with stools, surrounded by booths and tables with their respectives chairs and the dance floor covered the rest of the local, with some sofas by the wall. There was a platform that led from the entrance to the bar and the dance floor. There were two doors on one side, one read 'Staff only' while the other supposedly lead to the VIP area, as it read 'VIP'. On the other side there was another one that Lavi guessed was were the DJ was since there was none to be seen.

The only thing Lavi would complain about, was the lack of hot, interesting guys. All he could see was guys who spent way too many hours pampering in the gym and the hairdresser, all working to be perfect and catch any girl they set their eyes on. Most of them weren't even good looking, they just had good muscles, some of them not even that.

They reminded him of all the gang from that Jersey Shore crap. Why would people watch that when they had Discovery Channel?

"Is either of you two going to dance with me?'' Lenalee asked, sighing.

"No."

"Sorry Lena, I'm with Yuu in this one. And you are not exactly my type, sweetheart." He smiled at her.

"You two are so boring. Well, have fun sulking!" And with that, they were alone again.

Lavi sat back down, now facing his childhood friend. "Care for a drink?" He asked.

"If you are buying." The slightly younger male replied, smirking. Lavi chuckled as he raised his hand, hoping that the woman working the bar would notice him. He shot him a side glance: they had met in Primary School in San Francisco, where they both lived with their respective father figures. Lavi had taken a liking to him almost instantly while Kanda… Kanda took a lot longer to even acknowledge him as an acquaintance. Even not long ago, whenever Lavi called him by his given name he'd have something thrown at his face, but now Yuu either resigned himself to his fate and let the ginger call him that way or genuinely didn't mind anymore.

"Aren't I always?" The bar-woman was now by their side.

"What's it gonna be?"

"I'll have a… Jungle Juice, if that's available, if not a Zombie will be alright."

"I think they made Jungle Juice last night, I'll send someone to check it up for me. And you?"

"Kiwi Sudachi Chu."

She looked quite impressed at the concoctions they had asked for. She was so used to making so many cuba libres and serving tequilas and shots that she had thought she'd forget how to mix real drinks.

"I'll be back as soon as possible." She told them before going back to the mixing bar.

Lavi sighed as his eye surveyed the crowd and then went back to the barwoman; had he been straight, he would have been hitting on her the moment he saw her. Even he was aware that she was a beauty: pale fair skin, jet black hair that was tied in a low ponytail with a bell, that jingled softly every time she moved, she wasn't tall but wasn't short either, just average, with cerulean blue eyes and long lashes.

"You know, for being gay, you sure are checking her out." He came back to earth when Kanda talked, one eyebrow arched.

"Pff. Gay or no gay I'd rather check her out than any of the morons down there." He groaned. "How's Alma doing?" Alma, Kanda's childhood friend, who had moved to Spain with his father when his mother flew away with her lover, which then reunited with Kanda in London by mere coincidence two years back. They had been going out for the last three months.

"Fine. He really likes it in that cafe."

"Hm. That's good. At least he likes his job." Lavi grumbled.

"Yeah." Kanda nodded: he knew Lavi wasn't happy about his job as an editor at the Daily Express and not because of the job itself. Working on newspapers and being a reporter had been his dream since they were kids , but his boss and co-workers were bigoted assholes who thought he was nothing because of sexual preferences and looks. Working at a right-wing media wasn't of his preference, but for now, it was the best thing he had and Lavi had said more than once that he would not quit before he found a better job.

Then again, he himself wasn't exactly with happy his job as an UTA, but hey, at least he got a minimum incoming for helping the teachers in their classes, the main problem weren't even his tutors, who for some reason, were happy with his stern looks, no, the main problem and that he couldn't get rid off were the students, all asking stupid questions over and over again.

"There you go." They looked up to find their drinks in front of them.

"Thanks." Lavi said, flashing a bright smile before taking a sip. "Oh damn that's good." He praised before taking another. "Hey, quick question, is there anyway that we can change this crappy music to something more…" He made a wild gesture that while it said nothing, it also said it all.

"Well, if you can convince the DJ, I'm sure he would do it. Gladly. But the amount of people who have come, tried to convince him to put a specific song and succeeded amounts to zero." She told him.

"Great."

"But feel free to try. You might get lucky if you play your cards right." She winked at him and went back to serving a round of shots.

Kanda chuckled on the confused look on his face. "Hey Yuu." He made a humming sound as he too sipped his glass, his eyes opening a bit more at the taste: the balance was just right. "Was she flirting with me or telling me to flirt with the DJ?"

"Definitely telling you to flirt with the guy." He replied, still marveling at his drink.

"Right, right." He sat down again and kept drinking his colourful concoction.


He loved his job. He really did. But there was one thing that he hated with a passion about his job: the music he had to play. Pop. Always pop. 80's and 90's he was fine with, 00's was ok, but anything that came out as of late, was pure rubbish, and yet he had to play them because that what their clients wanted. That's why he liked theme nights the most, because he was free to choose the music as long as it was according to the topic.

He looked down at the crowd: same bunch of air headed assholes who had nothing better to do than come here and try to hook up with some girls, usually never succeeding. It was almost sad to see them there every single week and never getting any.

Sighing he stood up, put the player on shuffle and headed for the door, grabbing his glass on his way out. He stepped down the stairs and headed for the bar, dodging everyone like an expert.

"Lulu." Everyone looked at him as soon as he opened his mouth.

He was used to that, to everyone staring at him: his white hair always attracted unwanted attention but oh well, he loved his hair and he was not going to die it any time soon.

"You came sooner than usual." The woman said, taking the glass from him and putting it away before serving him a shot of their best scotch.

"Bored." He simply replied, sitting down on one of the few free stools. "Today sucks."

"For you. I got two guys that know their drinks, I could do something different for once." She pointed at them with one slender finger. "Jungle Juice for the redhead and Kiwi Sudachi Chu for the Japanese."

"They do know their drinks, I give you that." He replied as he kept eyeing the pair.

"Say, Allen," She started as she leaned against the counter and into his personal space, not that he minded too much, though. Not with family, at least. "Isn't he exactly your type?"

"Yeap." He nodded, taking another shot of his scotch, savouring the burn. "Is he taken?"

"Not from what I could grasp. Long-time friends, I'd say." She told him, winking at him as she served him another glass.

"Hey, if you two are done gossiping, do you mind attending me, sexy thing?" One of the guys said, reaching for her, at what Lulu retrieved, eyes cold as ice.

"You might want to watch how you speak, she can kill you." Allen said as he turned around to get a better sight of the red-haired guy.

And damn if it wasn't a view: the red hair fell all over his face, he had an eyepatch, and though it was weird, it suited him. His visible eye was bright green and he had the goofiest and brightest smile Allen had seen in awhile. He was wearing a low round hat, long silver earrings, three or four leather necklaces with pendants, a fit black T-shirt, a light grey leather jacket, tight jeans and military boots.

Oh yeah, totally his type.


"Yuu?" He called.

"Hm?" He was still concentrated in his drink: that shit was good. Real good.

"I think there's someone checking me out. Please tell me it's not a creep." For some reason, Lavi was always able to tell when someone was looking at him from his behind. He shifted his gaze and looked around until he saw the guy who, as predicted, was definitely checking him out.

And damn if the guy didn't look tasty.

"Definitely not a creep. White hair –probably bleached, who has that kind of colour at our age?– in a really messy bun, silver eyes –contacts, I am sure–, has a tattoo on his face, I think. Could be a scar, can't tell from this distance. I'm guessing shorter than us, but not by much, probably around Alma's."

Lavi sighed at the good news that it wasn't some old creep or lady. "Am I safe to turn?"

"If you want to be eye fucked." As soon as he heard those words he turned, although not quickly enough to make it too obvious. His eye surveyed the crowd until he found him, not that it wasn't too hard with that hair colour.

And damn if it wasn't a great view. The guy was dressed with a black T-shirt that had some cute-looking monsters, a black no-buttons vest, a white-and-black checkered tie that hung loose around his neck, headphones around his neck, he wore a fingerless wool-looking glove on his left hand that went up his arm until his shoulder and on his right he had another fingerless glove, but this one was a leather one, and it didn't go up his arm. He was wearing what seemed to be a pair of worn-out jeans.

How the hell did he miss such a hottie?

"Hey, Jungle Juice" he looked up to the barwoman. "The one you are checking out is the DJ."

"That's… him?"

"I told you you might get lucky." She smirked before grabbing a bottle of Coke.

"Hm…" He mused, staring at the guy. "Do you mind Yuu?" The Japanese only grunted as he replied a text, surely from Alma. "Well then, see you later."

With that, he took his drink and headed for the guy, who was watching his every moves like a predator. When he finally got there, the albino pointed at the free stool next to him.

"You are even better from up close." The DJ said as soon as he sat down. "Much, much better."

"Is that so? Because you ain't bad yourself mister DJ." He replied, moving closer to him. "The name's Lavi."

"Allen." Was the answer before a hand moved to tilt his hat back. "Care for a dance?"

"To that?" Nicki Minaj 'Stupid hoe' was the song currently deafening him. "You change that shit to something better and you'll have a dance." Even if his whole demeanor screamed cool and calm, he was almost a wretch inside, what if Allen didn't change it and moved to someone else?

"You drive a hard bargain." He grinned and stood up. "Wait here." He stood and up and Lavi watched him go to the studio (Yes! He had guessed it right!) It didn't even take a minute until he was going back to the bar, what seemed to be an iPad in his hand.

The redhead watched him move through the crowd, avoiding colliding and gently pushing people to the side to avoid them walking into his personal area. He sat down next to him, grinning.

"So, Lavi, what are you into?"

He arched an eyebrow, surprised at his own power of conviction. "Weren't you supposed to be hard to convince?"

"What?"

"The barwoman, she said the number of people who got you to put a song of their choice was equal to 0." He told him, frowning. Had he been played?

"Oh, she is right. I've never changed the music before, and some of them even tried to pay me, but none of them weren't as hot yourself. And I really want to drag you over there." He grinned and winked at him. "I mean, have you seen the people here?"

"Ugh. Of course I have." He groaned.

"Well, that's my everyday life and if someone like you is interested in me… No way I'm letting that chance scape, eyepatch. Now, what genre do you like?"

"Huh… Nightcore, mostly." He replied. He was aware that it was not your everyday music, but hey, he just loved the fast beats.

"Sweet lord, and you are into that too." He heard him mumble under his breath but decided to ignore it. "'Me too song' alright then?"

"Yeah. I love that song." He grinned.

"Ok. Give me a minute." He stood up once more and went to the half door that gave entrance to the other side of the bar.

"Oh, so not only you serve him right away when he shows, but he can step inside?" Someone accused, pointing at him.

"I'm the DJ, genius." Allen replied as he waved him a card, shutting the other guy up instantly, before getting a couple of wires that he connected to the iPad and to what seemed to be the a computer embedded in the counter. He took a small remote control and went back to Lavi. "Give me your glass." He said as he took his and downed it in one go.

"I haven't finished yet!" He complained.

"I'm not throwing it away, I'll just leave it here so you can have it later. Or do you plan to dance while holding it?" He smirked as he took the glass and hid it inside a cabinet. "Lulu! Watch that for me, yeah?"

"Sure Al. Just get out there and stop messing with my things." She shooed him away, smirking.

Lavi chuckled at that: they had such a good relationship, they acted as if they were siblings. Why couldn't he have that too?

"Let's go!" He grabbed him by the hand and brought him over to the dance floor.

And just then, the music changed. Quite a few people groaned and complained, but most of them just went with it, too wasted to care.

As soon as the first beat came, he started grinding his hips against Allen, and even if the albino looked surprised for a split second, he recuperated quickly and mimicked his moves, laughing and bringing his arms up.

Who's that sexy thing I see over there?

It's me, standing in the mirror.

Lavi was surprised when the voice he heard wasn't a female one, it was a male's. It wasn't too deep, but it wasn't as high as women's, it had a much more pleasant ring to it.

He let one arm wrap around Allen's shoulders as he rose his other, laughing too.

He looked down to see his face and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Allen was just so hot.

His eyes were squinted because of his laughing (and he could swear he was not using lents), his hair a mess as the bun was coming undone, and he was just rock hard everywhere. Seriously, the guy had abs of steel. And the muscles of his arms were no joke either. How was a DJ that packed? Did moving LP's and CD's around really make that kind of wonders?

"You like what you see?" Allen asked tauntingly, pressing even closer to him. "If I was you, I'd wanna do me too." He sang in perfect synch with the music, smirking.

"Nice." He grinned and before he thought it through, he kissed him, out of the blue, teeth and tongue. And he was kissed back the same way.

They broke the kiss panting and smirking, the music going back to some pop rubbish. "At what time are you leaving?"

"Who knows, my car broke so I came by with a friend, and knowing her she is not leaving this place until you guys close." He shrugged as he pointed at her. "Black dress, green hair."

"That's gives us about an hour a half." He winked and grabbed him by his wrist, going back to the bar, but now, there was a man instead of Lulu. "Tyki, I'm going to be busy for awhile, ok?"

"Hm. I can see that." Lavi squirmed under Tyki's gaze. The man had long raven hair pulled in a low messy ponytail, dark brown (with a couple of specks of green) eyes and what appeared to be a tattoo of a stigmata on his neck and much more tanned than he or Allen were. Did they only hire crazy hot people in there or what?

"Where's Lulu anyway?" He had entered the bar again as he picked up the iPad, put the wires away and retrieved Lavi's glass.

"She had to go get more rum." He told him. "And I was just about to win." He whined.

"Yeah, next time I'll come around."

"No thank you. I happen to like winning.'' He served him another glass of scotch. "Now shoo." Allen winked and grabbed both glasses.

"Let's go Lavi." He said as he gave him his drink and hooked a finger on a loop of his belt, pulling him along.

"Eager, I see." He chuckled as he followed the DJ back to the studio. "Ohh… Kinky Allen."

The albino snorted and turned around. "You don't seem to mind much." He simply said before kissing him again, his hand tangling in his red hair.

Lavi kissed back, pressing him against the door, before working a knee between the shorter one's legs.

Allen grunt against his mouth, wrapping a leg around his waist before grinding, unconsciously following the beat of the music playing downstairs.

"Sofa." The DJ said as he flipped the hat off and removed the shirt.

Lavi grinned and started to remove all of Allen's upper items. "You sure dress well for being here most of the night." He said, smirking.

"What can I say? I like dressing nicely." He grinned as he put his precious headphones away before biting Lavi on the collar bone, smirking at the low growl that he received in response.

The ginger pushed him down on the sofa before attacking him; he kissed and nipped whatever he could: mouth, neck, shoulders, nipples.

"You do know we are still in my work place, right?"

"Of course. Why?" He lapped one of the nipples before sucking.

"Because I am not supposed to be having sex during work hours, and I certainly do not want my boss busting my ass like that." He groaned, as he made quick work of Lavi's tight pants, pooling them around his knees. "Fuck, how can you move with this?" He growled.

"Pf, as if yours weren't tight." He replied, grinning.

"Oh, I wasn't talking about you' trouse'rs da'ling." Allen drawled as he sneaked a hand inside his boxers, palming him.

"Fuck." His hips bucked into the hand teasing him.

"That's what I'm aiming for." He grinned and kissed him again, one hand tangling in the red locks. Lavi snorted on the kiss before he too made quick work of his partner's jeans, groaning when they got stuck with the snickers, so he pulled them out of the way. "And you say I'm eager." He grinned before kneeling too and pushing Lavi so he rested on the sofa. "Bottom or top?" He asked as he grinded their crotches together, moaning low on his throat.

"Don't mind either way. It's your house, you decide." He said, smirking as he massaged his taut thighs.

"Well, then I really do hope you are up to the task of topping Lavi." He grinned and kissed him again.

"Oh, I totally am." The ginger moved his hands to his ass and squeezed. "Got lube? And condoms?"

"Of course I do." Allen winked as he got up and went to his desk to get the items. "You'll have to lose those, though." He pointed at his boxers and Lavi rolled his eye as he took them off along with the jeans. "Da-amn." Allen walked back to him and wrapped his leather-clad hands around Lavi's cock and stroked.

"Fuck." The feeling of the leather was definitely something new for him: none of his past boyfriends or one night stands wore leather.

"Feels good, doesn't it? The rubbery feel against your skin, and it's tight, and it heats with each stroke…" Allen was lapping his nipple now, grinning mischievously.

Lavi fisted his hair (part of his mind wondered when did he let it down) and kissed him again. "Kneel on the sofa, will you?"

He did, sticking his butt in the air. Lavi liked his lips at the sight in front of him as he squirted some of the lube on his fingers and pressed one inside. He wasn't too tight, be he wasn't too loose either.

"Open your legs a bit more." And the albino did so, groaning when he slipped another finger in.

"Hurry it up!" He wriggled his ass to make a point, half-glaring at him over his shoulder.

"It's gonna hurt." Lavi mumbled as he shifted closer, pressing his lips on his shoulder.

"Believe me, the last thing a bit of pain does is turn me off." He grinned and moved so he could kiss him, nipping at his lips.

"You sure, then?" Allen nodded, his silver eyes darkened with lust and desire. The ginger removed his fingers, ripped the condom package open and put it on, groaning at the touch.

He moved Allen closer to the edge of the sofa before entering him.

"Oh fuck. You didn't seem so big." Allen whimpered, his hold on the backrest of the sofa tightening.

"Want me to pull out?" Sure, they had just met, but he was not going to hurt him just because.

"Nah, I'm fine. Just… stay still for a moment?" He asked.

"Of course. Just tell me when I can move." He had his hands around his waist so he rubbed his thumbs to help him relax.

Allen was slightly confused: he had never seen a one night-stand behave like Lavi did, to be… concerned. And he had let him decide what position he prefered while most of the other just assumed he was a bottom regardless of if he had asked the question or not. Not that he minded Lavi was that way, it was a nice change for once.

"Move." He told him. Lavi smirked and did so, retreating slowly before slamming. "Fuck. Yes."

"Want more then?"

"Stop and I'll kick your ass out of here." The green-eyed one chuckled before doing the same motion, drawing moans from his lover.

Allen was meeting his thrusts, his fingers gripping the cushions tight and his knees digging into the sofa.

"You are amazing." Lavi growled as he sped up his pace, his forehead resting on the albino's shoulder.

"Heh. You are… oh god! too." He turned his head and kissed him, sucking on his tongue. "Oh. Oh! I'm cumming, Oh god I'm cumming!" He shivered violently as he released on the sofa. Lavi stopped as soon as Allen stopped convulsing. "Why'd you stop?"

And now he felt awkward about having to explain himself. "Uh… You just came and…"

"Oh fo'r fuck's sake, jus't keep going, will ye? I'm no't a china doll." He snapped his hips back, trying to get Lavi into motion again.

He moved again, setting a fast pace but always mindful of Allen, not that the silver-eyes one seemed to mind it, gasps and breathy moans leaving his mouth. Lavi felt how he clenched even more around him.

"Oh. My. God. How can you…?" And he did it again, creating even more contact around him. "Shit!" He came inside the condom, slumping on the DJ's back.

"You ok?" Allen asked, his gloved hands taking his.

"Yes." He replied as he tried to catch his breath. "Let me pull out." Shakily he did so before he slumped on the sofa. Allen smiled and carefully pulled the condom, tied it and threw it into the bin. "Can I stay here for a while?"

"Of course. Take your time." He pecked his lips and smiled at him. "I do need to get back to work, though."

"Sure. I'll just watch. That's something I've never seen before."

"Alright. And get dressed or I won't be going back to my job anytime soon." He winked at the redhead before he put his clothes back on and sat down on his chair, putting his headphones on.

Lavi also got dressed, although not as hurriedly, wiped the sofa clean (or as much as he could) and sat down, watching Allen work: it was like magic. A tweek of that button there, press that other one, get one little bulb blinking and then bring down the little slidey thing (he so needed to update his musical vocabulary and slang).

He watched him. He was beautiful, his head banging softly and his fingers drumming on the chairs armrest. He jumped out of his seat when he heard the message notification.

Lena-lady: Nice catch! Lenalee had written and not just in private, no, the little she-devil had to write in the group she, Kanda, Alma and himself had.

AK: Who? Alma, little gossiper.

Lena-lady: Lavi. He hooked up with a cute guy. Lenalee quickly summarised.

Yuu-chan: He's the DJ. And of course Kanda couldn't keep his mouth shut.

Lena-lady: He's the WHAT? How did he manage to get him?

Yuu-chan: How should I know? I've been sitting by the bar the whole night. Barwoman makes for a good conversation, at least.

You guys do know I'm reading all of this, right? He typed, arching an eyebrow as if they could see him.

Yuu-chan: You done already? That was fast.

He's still at work, you know?

Yuu-chan: Did you manage to get his name, at least?

What kind of person do you think I am, Yuu? He's name is Allen.

AK: Got a pic?

No?

AK: Well, then get one.

Lavi rolled his eye as he opened the camera App.

"Hey, Allen."

"Yeah?" He turned around to see him and he took the picture. "Did you just take a photo of me?"

"Yeah. Is it ok if I send it to my friends? They won't shut up." He told him.

Allen smirked deviously before extending his hand. "Can I have your phone?"

"Uh… Sure." He stood up and brought it to him, watching how he turned the video function on, his hair was up in a bun again, which left his whole face cleared and the tattoo was clear to see.

"Yo, Lavi's friends. This is Allen D. Marian-Campbell, DJ of the Noah's Ark. I'll bring him back to you in a bit. Also, he is a great lay." He finished the video with that and hit send.

"You have no shame, have you?" Lavi asked as he got his phone back.

"Nope." He grinned and tugged him down to kiss him again.

AK: OK, I gotta give it you Lavi, this one is, by far, the best one you've ever put your hands on.

Lena-lady: Agree to that.

Yuu-chan: Yeah, but he sounds like a moron.

AK: Don't be like that Yuu, I think he's cool.

Lavi rolled his eyes at Kanda's answer: so typical of him to just criticise anyone the first time he met them.

"Hey Allen, I should head back down." He told him, leaning over the chair.

"Want me to come with you?" He questioned.

"Don't worry, I'll find my way back." The one with the eyepatch chuckled. "Say, will we see each other again?"

"You know where to find me." He winked at him and pecked his lips.

"I'll make sure to come back then." Lavi drawled as he grabbed his drink and headed downstairs.

He sighed, he had hoped to get his number but it was probably too soon after just one night. However, Allen did say they'd see each other again.

"Hey Yuu." He leaned on the bar, next to his friend.

"Please do something with your hair, it's easy to see what you did." The Japanese one growled.

"Oops." He flattened with his hands, waving at their female friend when she looked for them. "Hey Lena-lady."

She smirked before leaning on the other side of Kanda. "How did you even met the guy?"

"He came down, the barwoman told me to flirt with him if I wanted to change the song and I did, he asked me for a dance. And I told him that if he wanted to dance with me, he had to change the music. He did, we danced, kissed and went to his studio and had sex." He quickly summarised.

"Awesome. He looks like a nice guy. Did you get his number?" She asked, sipping from Yuu's drink.

"Not yet. He said to come back if I wanted to see him again, so I guess that for now it's good enough." Her whole face brightened at the prospect of being able to come back with him.

"Awesome! We are totally coming again. With Alma, too. He needs to see this!" She exclaimed.

"Jungle Juice, Sudachi, there's a free booth over there if you all want to sit." Lulu told them. "Also, good job on getting Allen to change the song."

The red-haired smirked before nodding. "Yeah, I guess the amount of people getting him to change it amounts to one now." The dark haired woman chuckled before turning around. "Anyway, how about we start heading home? This place is almost empty by now."

"Yeah, I have practises on the morning tomorrow." Kanda agreed, standing up.

"Of course, now that Lavi's got what he wanted, we have to leave. Mean." She complained, but she was smiling as she followed them outside. "You know, I feel like I've seen the DJ face somewhere before. His name also sounds familiar." She told them as she climbed on the driver's seat.

"Don't think about it too hard. It's probably from one of your stupid magazines." Kanda told her.

"Hm… Maybe." She mused as she started to drive them to the flat they shared.


Was it worth the wait? I swear there'll be more to come next week so stay tuned or something.

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