Omg! 10+ reviews on that last chapter! I only intended it to be a teaser for this chappy! Thanks a ton! It's here I must advise that if you have anything against Near and Misa entering a Club a drinking, don't read. Of course this story is rated T for teen. .

Near adjusted his black tie for the hundredth time and sighed deeply. The band the NPA had hired played a lively tune that many couples were dancing to with much vigor. Gevanni and Halle had even participated, and were now on the dance floor having a fine time. Near rolled his eyes and turned back to the snack table where he had planted himself at for the past hour.

Hundreds of people had already come up to him, and congratulated the young man on his already vast number of accomplishments. Matsuda Touta had even come up to him, informing Near that had he had first dibs on Misa Amane as soon as she got to the party. Near wrinkled his nose and took a long sip of punch. Where was Miss Amane, anyway? Halle had said she was coming, and truth be told she was the only reason Near had even decided to come to the blasted celebration. Near groaned to himself once more, as he tried to adjust his tie. He didn't like feeling totally dependent on a female or feeling as if his emotions were planted on another person.

"Need some help?" He quickly turned around to find Misa smiling at him. She had on a light pink gown, with her long blonde hair pinned up on the top of her head intricately. Near had to admit, she did look...nice.

"I could never be a Waiter..." He mumbled, allowing her to fix his crooked tie.

"Why are you standing here like a bump on the log? Why not dance?" Misa asked, her blue eyes twinkling. Near fidgeted nervously, and quickly grabbed a chocolate dessert from the table.

"Can it be you were...waiting for me to arrive?" Misa asked. She could see him turn a million shades of red, even under the dimly lit lights.

"No...It wasn't that at all..." Near quickly said, stuffing his face with dessert so he didn't have to answer Misa's question.

"Or can it be, you simply don't know how to dance?" She guessed. Near suddenly bowed is head in shame and nodded slowly.

"Well that shouldn't stop you! I'll have you know that during the shooting of Moonlight Dance under the Stars, they brought in a famous Waltz dancer to work with me! I'm a regular champion now!" Misa grabbed Near's chalky hand; and led him unto the dance floor.

"Okay, put your hand on my waist," Near quickly did so, "And we just begin twirling!" She beamed. Men are supposed to lead while dancing, but Misa found herself leading the nervous young man around the dance floor. After ten minutes of bumping into other couples, and Near almost walking off in a huff; they both finally started gliding amongst the other couples.

"Hey, I'm doing it..." Near smiled to himself. He suddenly noticed Matsuda gripping his champagne glass, and a vein looked as if it were going to explode.

"You're not bad at this at all! And I'm sure that couple will be fine after a trip to the hospital..." Misa looked over to a young woman and man who were currently sitting down, and getting treated by a Doctor. Near had gotten a little too vigorous in his twirling of Misa, and she had bumped into them...and sent the couple falling to the ground. As Misa turned around to Near, out of the corner of her eye she saw Matsuda practically skipping towards them.

"Hello Miss Amane. May I cut in?" He asked, glaring towards the younger man.

"No you may not." Near scowled back, tightening his grip on Misa's waist.

"Need I remind you that you've been dancing for at least ten minutes, and I said I wanted first dibs on Misa?" Matsuda hissed.

"Dibs? Dibs?! I'm not exactly a prize to be won here!" Misa cried, picking up her long pink skirt and ran from the ballroom. The band stopped playing suddenly, and the dancers noticed something was the matter.

"Now see what you've done?" Near glared at Matsuda before he ran out to find Misa.

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Misa sat on the stone steps to the Regal Hotel, her head in her hands. She felt absolutely sluggish and upset over Matsuda's actions. Misa knew Matsuda wasn't the brightest of people, and probably meant no harm in his words. However, she couldn't help but feel a bit upset. Who wouldn't be a little miffed at two men fighting over you, without any regard of how you felt? Matsuda and Near were both fine men, but they weren't Light Yagami in any shape or form. Light had been romantic, and alluring. When you were with him, you couldn't help but feel as if you were doing something dreadfully scandalous. The way he looked at you with his chocolate brown eyes was filled with a hidden temptation that could make you melt to the floor. Matsuda was sweet and kind, and could make you feel at ease. Near was, well, himself. There was cuteness to his nervousness that screamed of sure innocence, something that couldn't describe Light at all. Suddenly, Near himself sat down beside her, silent as the grave.

"What?" Misa sighed, rubbing her red eyes.

"I wanted to see if you were alright." He mumbled.

"Well as you can clearly see, I am not. Oh! Look at the time; it's already ten o' clock! Well, best be off!" Misa grabbed her purse and began walking down the street.

"Where are you going?" Near called after her, running up to walk with her side by side.

"I happen to need a drink, what about you?" Misa asked him.

"Underage."

"I'll say you're my kid." She sighed. After ten minutes of walking, Misa finally stopped at a club named Club Skunk.

"Club Skunk?" Near frowned slightly at the direction of the Bouncer; a tall burly man with a skull tattoo on his arm.

"Never mind the name; my old boyfriend Light and I used to come here all of the time." Something flickered in Near's eyes, that Misa couldn't pin point. Whatever, she was here for a good time and a good time she was going to have!

"Hey Timmy," Misa greeted the Bouncer with friendliness.

"Hey Misa, haven't seen you in awhile, where's Light?" He asked, staring at Near with a inquisitive look.

"Died. This is our kid."She sighed, stepping into the club rather quickly. Near trailed after her, waving smoke out of his face.

"His name was Timmy? I expected something like Bugsy or Groucho," Near said, quickly avoiding a gothic looking pack of girls that looked upon him with interest.

"Aptly named, huh?" Misa winked, running up to the bar with glee, "Hey Bobby! I want a shot of Tequila!" She cried to the bartender.

"Miss Amane, hello! I'll have that for you out in a second! What would you like?" The Bartender asked Near.

"Um...a...Strawberry Daiquiri?" Near said...knowing that was one of the few drinks on the menu with the least amount of alcohol. He watched as Misa downed shot after of shot of Tequila. Near only took a few sips of the strawberry drink, actually finding it quite good.

"Oh Neary-poo! Try somethin' a little stronger!" Misa giggled, handing him a shot of tequila. Near stared at the yellow-green drink and frowned slightly. He sighed as he quickly downed the drink in one gulp, and found he rather liked it.

"Near, you're officially not a bump on the log anymore!" She giggled, downing another shot.

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One hour later, both Misa and Near were...under the influence, smashed, intoxicated, or more aptly put; drunk. Misa had gotten Near to drink more Tequila, and both had at least had twenty shots apiece. Near however was slightly more sober, and still at least had a little sense left.

"Oh Neary-Poo! I wanna leave here!" Misa giggled, downing another shot.

"Then let's go!" Near grabbed Misa and dragged her out of the Club. He quickly called for a Taxi and shoved Misa inside the cramped car.

"The Plaza Hotel please." Near sighed, rubbing his temples. How could he have let Misa get him like this? His mind felt fuzzy and he had trouble even keeping his head up. However, Misa had leaned her head out of the window and was waving at passing cars.

"Misa! Get back inside the Taxi!" Near cried, grabbing Misa and pulling her back inside.

"Ugh! You no fun Neary-Poo! No fun!" She pouted. Finally the taxi pulled up to the Hotel, and Near quickly shoved Misa inside and into a elevator.

"Where are we? Do I know you?" Misa said, turning towards the younger man. Near only shook his head, and sighed as the doors opened to the hallway.

"What's your room number?" He asked.

"702! Rhymes with 402!" Misa giggled, as Near dragged her towards her room. She quickly took out her cardkey and opened the room with a sigh.

"I had a fantastic night Neary-Poo! The dancing was fabulous!" Misa sighed, sitting down in a chair.

"Well, I better be going..." He said, turning towards the door.

"No! Stay for awhile! I'm awfully lonely!" The woman cried, running towards Near and pulling him unto the couch with her.

"It's so lonely here, with no one to talk to. Do you know what it's like for a girl to have no one to talk to?!" Misa cried.

"...No..."

"It's terrible! I have no friends to speak of!"

"Well, you have me..." Near said. Misa quickly turned to him, shocked.

"I do?"

"Yes, I'd consider us friends..."

"Oh Near! I knew you liked me!" Misa's head suddenly fell unto Near's shoulder, sighing deeply, "As soon as I met you I knew we were going to become fast friends!" Misa suddenly put her hand on his knee and looked up at him, smiling.

"Misa, why are you staring at me like that?" Near asked, not likeing this one bit.

"We're destined for each other! Don't you feel it too?" She asked, her face just inchs away from his.

"Misa...please...you're...and...I'm...we're both a little woozy...right now." He said, trying to push her away.

"Oh come on Near! You know you lurv me!" Misa suddenly pressed her lips against his. Near found himself suddenly putting his hand on her neck, and pulling her closer to him.

"You're a much better then Light was..." Misa giggled, leaning in to kiss him once more.

-The rest as they say is history-

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