A/N: Yeah, here it is.

I'm not going to beg, but this story needs some reviews, so if anyone wants to make my day about a 110% happier, please review.

Enjoy!


Mello stomps into the apartment, a scowl still plastered to his face from the previous hour.

It had been a very bad day with the Mafia.

He plods over to the refrigerator and sorts through the shelves, trying to find the strongest alcohol he possibly can.

He grabs a bottle of the shelf and looks at it briefly, deciding it was strong enough when drunk straight. Anything was strong enough if more than one bottle would kill you; or could just send you to the hospital, at least.

He flings himself onto the couch, not noticing Matt there, a handheld game in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

When Mello hits the gamer's boots, he jumps up. He looks down at Matt, not caring if he was still scowling or not.

"Do you have to smoke that in here?" he whines.

Matt looks up at him briefly, his cigarette jotting out of his mouth precariously. "Hi to you too." he focuses his attention back to the game.

"Fine." Mello says dramatically under his breath. He shoves Matt's feet off of their third couch cushion so he can at least sit down semi-comfortably.

Mello takes a bite of chocolate and washes it down with vodka. He stares at Matt, half expecting him to strike up a conversation.

But this was Matt. He didn't start conversations, he ended them.

"Had a bad day today." Mello states. He moves his attention from Matt to a slightly discolored piece of chocolate.

Matt offers an unconcerned hrmph noise in reply.

Mello shoots him a death glare. His complaints have fallen on deaf ears.

Maybe, he should have just stayed at work today.