Warning: This chapter contains strong language, crazy Russians, more random German phrases, and very naughty things… X3
"English" is written in italics.
Light wandered into the cramped room of the youth hostel later that evening. He dabbed away at his auburn hair with a towel. He had managed to take a shower without the presence of certain other people and also managed not to become too annoyed at the fact that there was not a continuous stream of water. Bloody water conservation… Thoughts drifted to events that happened yesterday and Light shuddered at the remembrance of the shower incident.
Light tossed his towel on the single bed next to him. The room was quiet. His other 'roomies' were nowhere to be found. Light noticed that L's laptop was propped open and was currently sitting on the bottom bunk. L must have let Mello borrow his computer. Light walked over to the open computer. The moment Light's eyes focused on the screen a message popped up.
Gm!n9M$+3r: MELS! I finished stalking Near for you…
Gm!n9M$+3r: Hello?
Light eyed the screen and debated whether or not to do anything. Who was Near? Secondly, who was Gm!n9M$+3r? Light twisted his head back and forth to see if anyone had come back into the room. He would most likely have his percentage go up anyway for some other stupid reason; why not mess with Mello in the process? Light sat down on the bottom bunk and set his fingers up on the keys.
ChocoLuva: Hello.
Gm!n9M$+3r: …
Gm!n9M$+3r: Who the hell is this?
ChocoLuva: Mello?
Light shifted his position on the bottom bunk. Well, that was interesting. How could he have been caught that quickly? He obviously slipped up somewhere. Although, he wasn't sure how he could have slipped with 'hello'. This was interesting.
Gm!n9M$+3r: Fail. Epic. Seriously though, who is this?
ChocoLuva: How'd you know I wasn't Mello?
Gm!n9M$+3r: Mello would have fried my ass already for saying that I was stalking Near…Lol.
ChocoLuva: Who's Near?
"What the hell are you doing Abercrombie princess?" Mello yelled startling Light who swung his head back only to hit it on the top of the bunk bed. A slew of cuss words escaped his mouth as he rubbed his head. That's all he needed…more bruises.
"Has Light-kun been up to something mischievous? Up by three percent…" L said as he walked over to the bunk bed. Mello had wrenched the lap-top from Light's grasp and was cradling it to his chest with a scowl on his face. Light just sighed and stood up from the bed and walked off while still rubbing his head.
"Matt you dumbass…" Mello mumbled to himself as he took the chance to look at the screen for the very first time. The younger boy placed the lap-top on his bed and began to angrily type away on the key-board. L looked on this with slight amusement and then approached Light.
"I suggest you put on some more appropriate clothing for an outing unless you would prefer to wear your sleepwear," L said crinkling the candy wrapper he was opening. Light paused in the activity of rubbing his sore head to look at L as if he were completely insane. He walked over to the detective and leaned his head down to whisper.
"I don't know about you, but I think I've had enough outings for one day. Plus, I don't know how much more of your little friend I can stand. I know I'm supposed to be nice, but he's making it unreasonably hard," Light hissed into L's ear.
"There is no need to fret Light-kun. Mello will not be joining us on this outing, He is not old enough yet," L said smoothly while taking a bite of some Swiss chocolate that he had snagged from his heir when the blonde wasn't looking. Light stood there and stared at the insomniac detective as the other man licked the remnants of chocolate off his fingers.
"I'm somewhat afraid to ask, but what are we doing? I'm not sure I want to go to anything scandalous. I mean what kind of thing can we got to, but not Mello? I'm not going to see a stripper with you…" Light whispered slightly embarrassed as he voice cracked at the end. Light had already seen enough naked people…wait that came out wrong. Light rubbed his head, which was still sore from banging it. Why would L want to see naked women with him? At least he hoped to god it would be naked women…
"Light-kun has a very dirty mind…" L said nibbling his thumb, "I was simply talking about going to a bar to get a drink. If Light-kun is constantly thinking about strippers, he might be a bad example for Mello. Up by two percent…"
Light threw his arms up in protest. Then with a sigh he decided to give up and flopped his arms back by his side. He knew he was not going to win anything here. The want to leave Germany was growing stronger. He needed control of at least something. With a growl, Light turned to his suitcase and decided to find a decent outfit. With Light's head turned away from him, L let a Cheshire smile crawl to his face.
………………………………..
Light adjusted the cuff on his black dress shirt. Once he was satisfied with how it looked he stopped fiddling with it. He was currently outside the youth hostel under the glow of the lone street light that was turned on, because dusk was just setting in. Light heard the click of the front entrance and watched as L shuffled outside in his usual attire. The insomniac stepped down the few stairs to the street. Light watched as L dug around in his pocket for something. A moment later L slowly pulled the handcuffs from his pocket.
"What exactly do you plan to do with that?" Light asked.
"You didn't think I had forgotten did you Light-kun?" L said lifting Light's arm and snapping the handcuff on his wrist.
"There was the tiniest bit of hope…" Light mumbled under his breath as L began dragging him down the street. Light had almost forgotten the cool feel of handcuffs digging into his skin. It wasn't the most pleasant sensation he had experienced in his life.
Then another realization dawned on Light. They were actually going out in public with the handcuffs on. Light groaned. L heard the sound and turned his head back to look at the younger man. The clacking of L's untied sneakers stopped.
"Is something bothering you?" L asked. The hunch of L's back arced more as he turned his upper-torso towards Light. His thumb stayed propped at his mouth as he just stared at Light with his owl-like eyes. Light blinked. If the reason for his discomfort was not that obvious than L had truly been out of normal society for far too long.
"Would it really make any difference if I told you what was bothering me?" Light asked.
"Most likely not, but it felt like the thing to ask," L answered and with that they were off on their little outing once again. Two young men handcuffed together traveling down a street in the middle of Germany as the day sinks into the evening. One very finely dressed, while the other clad in jeans and a t-shirt. One is Japanese, and the other a mystery. Light couldn't think of a stranger situation.
They arrived outside the bar around the time most of the street lights were glaring down on the other creatures of the night. With the loud pumping of bass against the windows, Light could tell that this was more than a simple sit down and drink bar. This was a night club. L pulled Light forward and they went inside.
The moment they did step inside, however, Light immediately wanted to step back outside. A literal smog created from the smokers in the club assaulted Light's nose full force. Light couldn't breathe. L began to weave through the crowd hovering around the entrance. There seemed to be a lot of happy young faces in the room. Some of the zealous club-goers even looked younger than Light.
L seemed to find a spot in the club that satisfied him. A dark corner towards the back secluded from most of the other occupants of the building, but at a close enough distance to where he could still observe the activities around him. L slid into the booth with Light trailing behind him. A few minutes later a waitress approached them.
The waitress appeared to be young, or at least as 'hip' as the other guest here. Her lip-sticked lips curved into a smile as she placed a hand on her hip. Her heels clicked on the ground and the angle she leaned caused her skirt to raise a little to reveal well-toned legs. With her other hand she held up a tiny note-pad.
"Guten Abend. Was kann ich für sich heute Abend erhalten? (1)" the waitress asked sweetly eyeing Light. Said young man turned to L and looked at him expectantly. L cleared his throat, feet propped up on the table and toes wiggling. The waitress's eyes narrowed slightly at the sight of L, but listened anyway as he began to talk.
"Ich möchte zwei Rauchbieren und zwei Brezeln, bitte (2)" L said seemingly as unimpressed of the waitress as she was of him. The waitress lifted the note pad and jotted the order down. She lifted her head back up after it was written and seemed to give L this look. It wasn't exactly an annoyed look or disgusted look. It was just this look.
"Ist eins dieser Getränke seins?(3)" the waitress asked in a bitter tone as she gestured at Light, but directed the question towards L. The detective lowered his feet and shifted into a regular sitting position. He let one of his creepy smiles float up to his face.
"Natürlich. Ich mag nicht bis später in den Abend getrunken werden und verwirrt werden(4)," L answered. The waitress let out a huff and stomped away. Light glanced over at L shortly after the incident transpired.
"Apparently you manage to piss off everyone no matter what country you're in," Light said with a smirk. L did not appear amused. The world's three best detectives shot back quickly after Light's comment. Thus a brief verbal battle ensued.
"Apparently the female species is ignorant no matter what country you're in,"
"I don't consider females as their own species,"
"I don't consider that to be relevant,"
"Well then…"
"Yes"
It grew quiet after that. Apparently the two hadn't bickered at each other in a while. Perhaps this pointless exchange of words was a way to make up for that fact. However, both realized that indeed the conversation was entirely pointless. The two sat there in silence until a very interesting character decided to shatter it.
A very small and compact figure staggered out of the other party-goers. A goofy smile was on her face as she wobbled slightly. Her wavy reddish-brown hair sparkled as the night club's lights shined on her. With quick, jerky, and uncoordinated steps she made her way towards Light and L's table. She almost seemed to fall in the seat across from them as she held her head while the world spun.
By this time the waitress carrying their order was heading toward the secluded spot in the club as the two geniuses stared at the random young woman that just stumbled into their lives. The waitress set the order down, gave the newest addition to the table a quick glance, and sauntered back off. The redhead from the dance floor seemed to have recovered by this point.
The girl released her head as her vision stopped spinning. Finally she took notice of the gentlemen sitting across from her. L was back to his normal sitting position staring at the ginger-haired girl as his nibbled on his thumb while Light shifted uncomfortably in his seat causing the handcuffs to clink as the chain moved along the seat.
The redhead rose a little in her chair and looked over the table to see the source of the noise. A smile cracked on her face and she flopped back down. That's when it started. A long jumble of words exploded out of the girl's mouth. For some reason the girl decided to have her spout of speech directed at Light who was caught off guard. As normal on this trip Light had no idea what the girl was saying, but the words just kept coming. It was like diarrhea of the mouth.
"Er kann nicht Deutsch sprechen(5)," L said. This statement seemed to save Light, but now left the detective open for this new form of verbal assault. The girl turned to L and smiled. A new conversation was started between the random ginger girl and L. Light sat back and watched.
The redhead didn't seem to slow down her rate of speech. The only time she paused during the entire conversation was when she took notice of the pretzels the waitress had left at the table. She picked one up off the plate and took a chunk out of it. This somewhat irked Light for two reasons. One was that once again he was left out of a conversation, because of his lack of understanding of the German language. The second reason was because this random most likely drunk girl had decided to show up out of nowhere and steal their food. Still gnawing on the stolen pretzel the girl turned back to Light.
"You speak English?" the redhead asked in a much accented voice. Light nodded his head very slowly. The girl smiled. "Good, because I know nothing of that Chinese crap,"
"I'm Japanese," Light corrected frowning slightly. L was quiet in his corner taking tiny sips of the beer he had gotten. The girl took another chunk out of the pretzel before placing it back on the plate half-eaten. She swallowed.
"I am from Russia. My name is Vika. What is your name?" the now named random girl asked animatedly.
"My name is Light and he's Ryuzaki…" Light answered her. Vika gave a toothy grin and leaned back in her seat. Her short stature allowed her swing her legs back and forth. She braced her hands on the table.
"Your friend tells me this is your first time here in Deutschland. Are you enjoying yourself?" Vika continued asking another question. Light glanced over at L who ignored him. Light let out an almost inaudible sigh.
"Yes. After all the 'excitement' and 'joy' of today, my friend thought it would be good to try my first beer in Germany," Light answered finally reaching for his own glass of beer. Vika's eyes widened and she seemed to smile with delight.
"I request a moment!" Vika said happily before jumping out of her seat and swerving back into the ever growing mosh pit in the center of the club. Light blinked and turned to look at L.
"How can you be so lax about this Ryuzaki?" Light grumbled narrowing his eyes at the placid detective. L took another slow sip of his drink and then with a clink he set his glass on the table.
"You might not realize this Yagami-kun, but I don't get to go out so often—"
"Oh trust me, I realize that!" a pointed look is sent in Light's direction before L continues what he was saying.
"Or have the chance to relax. Normally alcohol is not the first thing I attempt to engage in on the very rare occasions I take a break. That of course is for the obvious reasons, because as we know alcohol is not the best thing for one's body. However, I thought it might be a pleasant choice after a day like yours, Yagami-kun, to relax in this way. I fear I went on tangent. Anyway, the point of the matter is that I shall not let one random girl ruin my 'enjoyment' as you put it," L finished.
Light was speechless. L had put forth a reasonable argument. Light was still a bit bothered by the annoying random girl, but he supposed he could just ignore her. Come to think of it, isn't that what the detective had been doing earlier?
"Vika has come to return!" shouted the excitable petite Russian girl stumbling back over to the table. In one hand she held a tiny clear shot glass and in the other she held a long glossed bottle. She plopped back down in her seat and poured a clear liquid into her glass.
"Wilkommen Zurück…(6)" L said smirking. Light shrugged and decided to go along with it. The younger man reached for his beer glass and brought it over to himself. A yip was heard from the girl across from him as Vika lifted her glass high.
"Prost!(7)" the excitable Russian cheered. L lifted his own glass and repeated the action. Light just sat there and watched the gesture that was just exchanged with the faintest curiosity. Although apparently, Light had done something wrong, because L leaned over to whisper into his ear.
"It's sort of like saying cheers. I suggest you join in. Some actually believe it is bad luck when you do not participate," with that said L leaned back the other way with his glass still poised in the air beside Vika's. Light took hold of his own glass and raised it up.
"Prost?" left Light's mouth and the three glasses finally clanked together. L and Vika carried their drinks to their lips and took long sips. Light slowly grasped his glass tighter and took a drink. His face contorted into a strange expression and he lowered the glass in his hand. The exuberant girl across from him slammed her tiny shot glass down onto the table while her other hand sloshed the clear liquid in its long-necked bottle.
"What are you drinking?" Light asked curiously as he watched Vika begin to pour herself another shot of the clear liquid.
"This?" Vika sloshes the bottle again, "This is the drink of my home country. It is Vodka. Would you like to try some?"
"I'd rather not…" Light replied already having disliked the taste of regular alcohol. The foreign girl shook her head side to side mouthing with her lips 'no, no, no….' She then leaned forward and shoved the bottle in front of Light's nose. A very strong stench of alcohol wafted from the rim of the bottle.
"I insist!" said Vika excitedly. As Light opened his mouth to protest the persistent Vika popped the Vodka bottle in his mouth and held the bottom high. A steady flow of the clear liquid shot down Light's throat leaving a slight burning sensation in its quake. The taste of the alcohol was even worse than the smell.
Vika pulled back the bottle and Light sputtered as he tried gasping for air. This little trip of relaxation was not as tranquil as L had tried to make it seem. Currently the said detective was glancing concernedly at the breathless teen. Light took a large gulp of air and composed himself.
"Why did you do that?" snapped Light irritably. His mind was slowly going into a haze. How strong was that stuff? When Light began to waver a bit he grabbed his head. Vika laughed heartily.
"In Russia we have a saying; you do not drink Vodka, Vodka drinks you!" Vika said in a much accented voice before taking another swig of her bottle.
Drunkenfundrunkenfundrunkenfundrunkenfundrunkenfun
Time passed in the dance club and it grew to be even later in the evening. People were still on the dance floor making somewhat drunken jerky moves. Vika was still having fun entertaining her new friends. After that shot of Vodka, Light was considerably looser.
L watched as his two tablemates essentially made utter fools of themselves. The insomniac was thoroughly amused. He was still working on the first drink he had gotten, taking small sips here and there. L blinked as he realized Vika was talking to him. Her words were starting to become slurred and were mixing between German, English, and her native language.
"What did you say?" L asked turning his attention to the girl as she slammed her now empty vodka bottle onto the table.
"Würdest du tanzen(8)?" Vika asked, opting for German this time around. A rather uncoordinated arm was flung out and she gestured toward the dance floor. L tilted his head to the side to look at the girl curiously.
"Du möchtest mit mir tanzen(9)?" L replied back. Light watched the conversation in his haze. He seemed to be even more confused than he already had been. Vika after hearing L's remark shook her head vigorously.
"Njett. That is not what I meant to say…I… Würdest du mit deinen Freund tanzen?(10)" Vika said in a wondrous intoxicated jumble of all three languages. A smile was plastered onto her face now.
"Meinst du mein Freund oder mein Freund(11)?" L asked quirking a brow. Light frowned before taking another gulp of his beer. Once again he had been left outside the conversation. Vika giggled happily standing up wobbly from her spot in her chair to point at the chain.
"Deinen Freund, Natürlich!(12)" Vika answered adding a wink for emphasis. She laughed again and then sat down. Light's frown deepened and he turned to L. The detective took in the younger man's look. Had he understood what the girl was implying?
"What are you two saying?"
Apparently Not. L smirked at Light and thought carefully on how he should reply. He needed something that would satisfy Light's curiosity, but also satisfy the lovely blunt Vika. He decided upon something.
"She was wondering if we were going to dance together, Light-kun" L answered the teen. Light seemed contemplative for a brief moment and then spoke up.
"Actually, I think I'd much rather use the restroom" Light said and slid out of his seat to stand rather shakily. His hands braced onto the table as he tried to gain balance. His face flushed to a light green for a second.
"I believe that my assistance may be required…" L said sighing as he started sliding out of the seat as well. Vika bobbed up and down happily as she watched the two begin to move.
"You are going to tanz?" Vika yipped in a bubbly voice. A beaming smile had spread across her face. L was at this time trying to make Light steady by holding onto his shoulders. He shook his head, raggedy black hair bouncing her and there.
"No, I am taking Light to the bathroom," L answered as Light leaned back into him. Vika did not lose her smile. In fact, it only grew double in size.
"Ah. You are going to fuck in the toilet," Vika said eyeing the pair. L's eyes widened and he almost lost his grip on Light's shoulder after the statement spouted out of the girl's mouth. The younger man, however, didn't seem effected in the least. Light blinked two bleary eyes and lifted a hand to point a knowing finger into the air.
"I think you mean on the toilet. You can't fuck in a toilet, but you can fuck on a toilet," Light said matter-of-factly before lowering his hand. L snorted as he regained his grip on Light's shoulders. The teen would never give up any opportunity to prove someone wrong. Vika simply shrugged her shoulders.
"Eh… Sex is Sex. Just do it!" Vika cheered raising her hands into the air. L just shook his head and let out another sigh. Being with Vika was like being with a slightly more drunk and trilingual Misa. The insomniac pulled back on Light's shoulders and the teen was now propped up against him.
"As…interesting as the suggestion is, I believe we'll just head to the restrooms now," L politely said as best he could. Then he started to carefully nudge Light along to the vicinity of the bathrooms. The young man's face was at this time changing from sickly green to a pale white.
"Ryuzaki…" Light said weakly.
"Please refrain from becoming sick on me. We are almost there," L said eyeing the Kira suspect's face. Soon enough they reached the entrance to the men's restroom. L shoved Light quickly through the door as the young man began to make gagging noises.
"I gotta go…" Light said in a slurred voice as he ran to one of the stalls dragging the insomniac along. L's eye widened a fraction as Light slammed the stall door shut and leaving him trapped on the other side. The chain pulled taut and L was pressed up against the stall door.
"Light-kun must open the stall door at once!" L yelled uncharacteristically as he hung there awkwardly due to the pull on the chain. L was most uncomfortable in this position. He then tried moving the chain only to get it stuck in the crack of the door.
"I'm not opening the door! Are you stupid…" after Light said this, his voice trailed off; and L was faced with nothing but the green plastic of the stall door and silence. The detective frowned, adjusting his head to look elsewhere, Elsewhere being the entrance to the restroom. At this exact moment another young man came in to use the facilities.
The other man immediately caught sight of L. The man's face contorted into one of disgust and confusion as he eyed L's arm hanging high above his head from the chain; the detective's jean and T-shirt clad body still pressed up against the stall.
"I assure this is as awkward as it looks…" L said to the random man using English as it is the most commonly spoken language around the world. The other man merely blinked and then slid out of the entryway and back into the shadows of the dance club.
A few minutes later, Light finally emerged from the green plastic stall. Color had returned to the young man's face. L scowled at Light as he rubbed his wrist to get the blood to flow through to it again. Light seemed to ignore him as he went to go wash his hands at the sink.
L stopped rubbing his wrist and turned to glare hard at Light. The younger man continued to be oblivious to the detective as he dried his hands with the air-blower. When Light was done he turned to face L. The slightly irate older man prepared to berate the teen.
"I think we should take up Vika's suggestion," Light said out of the blue before L could even speak. L simply blinked. Then he registered what Light had actually said. His mouth dropped open like a fish. He could barely breathe.
He couldn't breathe.
L struggled to breathe…
Finally, it seemed to register to his body that he needed air. L gasped as oxygen finally made its decent back to his needy lungs. Light looked confused and frowned. L put a hand to his chest before he summed up enough gal to speak again. He looked up and stared pointedly in Light's eyes.
"I think that a horrendous idea! Not only is it highly inappropriate, but it is likely to jeopardize all the work I have done so far! What you're asking for is simply inconceivable. More importantly, I am most presently surprised you would even suggest such a thing…" L said as calmly as he could. Light's frown deepened even more.
"Well gees… if you didn't want to dance with me that badly, you could have been a bit more polite about it," Light sighed as he leaned against the tiles of the bathroom wall to balance himself. L's lips shut tight for a moment. His eyes shifted left to right, and then back to the younger man.
"Dancing?"
"Dancing…"
"Oh well, dancing is perfectly fine,"
"Then why'd you seem so against it…"
"I…well as it was… I entirely thought you were suggesting… I believe it is time for us to leave the vicinity of the lavatories. Yes," L said, and began to drag the chain as he proceeded out the door. Light groaned and let L drag him along. The teen was still slightly woozy. The flickering lights of the dance floor were not helping the least to his cause to find his sense of focus.
L led them to a place slightly outside the mass of people dancing. The two there awkwardly now moving for a moment. Light shifted his feet back and forth, still not entirely balanced. L stuck his hands in his pocket and went into his normal crouch. Silence…
"Well, are you going to dance with me?" Light asked eyeing L on the dimly lit dance floor. L craned his neck up to gaze at Light. His eyes shifted to the side to look at the other pivoting dance floor attendees.
"I believe Light-kun is capable of dancing by himself…" L replied a bit loudly so he would be able to be heard over the current song now bursting out of the speakers. Light sighed and crossed his arms.
"What can you not dance or something?" Light said smirking. L's eyes turned back to Light and his mouth formed into a frown. His dark eyes narrowed. He leaned forward slightly in his crouch.
"You assume I can't?"
"I'm not calling the kettle hot!"
"I believe Light-kun has used that expression entirely wrong,"
"Why don't you just dance then!?!"
"Perhaps I shall…"
With that said, L began to move his hips from side to side. Light bit his lip. The shaggy-haired detective looked ridiculous, but he was dancing now. L's head began to bob up and down, hands still snug in his jeans pocket. Light satisfied with L's effort begins to join into the dance. Light lifts his arms slightly and sort of bounces up and down on his heels.
The two continued to dance in their own special ways as the sparkling lights of the club flashed around them. Although they started at the very edge of the dance floor, somehow, they began to travel more into the mob of dancers. It was almost like a current of people slowly dragging them in. The two hadn't even noticed this occurrence till Light was roughly elbowed in the side.
Light turned to sneer at whoever had down it, but was faced with nothing but the backs of a sea of people. L gazed around them. They were surrounded on all sides. This could be slightly problematic. L inched closer and took Light's hand in his own. The teen turned his head to look at him, but the insomniac said nothing as he slowly began to push their way through the mass to get out.
Once they emerged from the crowd a familiar face greeted them. Vika sprung up with joy from her seat at the bar and rushed towards them. Both men prepared themselves. Vika approached L first and grabbed his shoulders. She leaned forward and gave L a kiss on each cheek. She pulled back and smiled.
"I am leaving now! I wanted to say good-bye…" Vika smiled as she let go of L's shoulders. Light blanched. He was astonished. How could this girl just go happily up and kiss L? That was simply preposterous. And for some reason he also felt he didn't like it…
"Why did you just kiss him?" Light let out before he could stop himself. L and Vika turned to look at him. Vika's smile broadened as she leant towards Light. She put her head back a second to wink at L, but then focused on Light again.
"In Europe, we say our goodbyes and hellos to friends with a kiss on the cheek," Vika said enthusiastically. She then proceeded to kiss Light on each cheek. When she was done, she gave one last wave and disappeared out the door of the club.
Light watched Vika and was glad when she was finally gone from their presence. He glanced over at L. The detective turned to look at him. Light smirked. He inched closer to L and placed a hand on each shoulder. Maybe it was alcohol, but he was undeniably curious…
"What is Light-kun doing?" L stuttered slightly. He did not like the look in the teen's eyes. It was off somehow. Light wobbled a little. The effects of the alcohol had not entirely worn off. He wanted to do this though.
"I just want to try something…" Light lifted one hand to turn L's head to the side. He leaned his head close as he puckered his lips slightly. L knew what was happening and swung his head to protest. Their lips both met. For a moment there was no movement. Light broke the accidental kiss. He hurriedly stepped back from L and released his shoulders. This caused him to become severely unbalanced.
Light was already woozy. The combination of shock, bleary eyes, and the room spinning because of the offset of his equilibrium brought him off his feet. Light felt himself fall backward. Light was down for the count. The room went dark.
"Light-kun!"
Drunkdrunkdrunkdrunkitydrunkdrunkdrankgonnabuyyouadrankdrunkitydrunk
Well, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for the ungodly long update. Life has been completely hectic. It's my last year of high school, so it's been wild looking for a college and such. I'm happy to say I am now in the top 10% of German students in the state. And earlier this week I went to a German Honor Luncheon thingy. Yes… Lol. Please Review! The next chapter will definitely be coming sooner.
Side Story: A lot of the things in this chapter are actually based on things that happened to me in Germany. Vika is a real person. And she's pretty much one of the craziest, excitable, and awesome people I've ever met. So wherever you are Vika, stay cool!
Translations:
Guten Abend. Was kann ich für sich heute Abend erhalten? - Good evening. How may I serve you today? (More or less…XD)
Ich möchte zwei Rauchbieren und zwei Brezeln, bitte – I would like two smoked beers, and two pretzels, please.
Ist eins dieser Getränke seins? – Is one of the drinks his?
Natürlich. Ich mag nicht bis später in den Abend getrunken werden und verwirrt werden- Naturally. I don't like to get drunk or disoriented till later on in the evening.
Er kann nicht Deutsch sprechen- He can't speak German.
Wilkommen Zurück…- Welcome back…
Prost- Cheers
Würdest du tanzen?-Would you like to dance?
Du möchtest mit mir tanzen?-You want to dance with me?
Njett. That is not what I meant to say…I… Würdest du mit deinen Freund tanzen?-No. That is not what I meant to say…I…do you want to dance with your boyfriend?
Meinst du mein Freund oder mein Freund?- Do you mean my guy friend or my boyfriend?
Deinen Freund, Natürlich!-You're boyfriend naturally!
(I know my German isn't 100% perfect, so if anyone is a native speaker or the like, please feel free to comment with corrections! X3)