Some weird albino kid was waiting at the door. He had a stack of pizza boxes in his hand.
"Hey," he mumbled as I brushed past him. "Papa Near's Pizza, two extra-large with mushroom, one large with pepperoni."
"Yeah, um, they're over there," Matt replied, pointing towards the throng. His vest was gone, and so were his gloves and goggles.
"What the hell happened back there, Matt?"
"I'll tell you what happened." He staggered a bit and bumped against me. "I was in…fucking…heaven."
"You're drunk."
"Am not."
I rolled my eyes.
"So where were you, Mihael, during all this?" he demanded, voice cracking as he stumbled again.
"Nowhere. I mean, the bathroom."
"Were you in there alone?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.
"Do you want me to break your nose?"
"Was she hot?"
"Nothing happened, okay? Some guy was messing with her and I told him to stop. That's all."
"What was her name?" he slurred as he hit the elevator button.
"Misa," I replied, remembering those brown eyes.
"Misa as in Misa Amane?"
I shot him a sideways glance. "Yeah. Why?"
"Well, I heard she was gonna be in town…" he broke off as the elevator's steel doors slid open. We got in, Matt leaning against the wall for support. He began to giggle hysterically as he spied the buttons.
"Matt, what's so funny?"
He jabbed a finger at the floor buttons. "They have numbers on them!"
"Okay, Matt, I'm driving us back."
"I can drive. I'm perfectly s…s…"
"Sober."
"Yeah, I'm thaaaaat," he said, pressing all the elevator buttons.
"Matt!"
"Huh?"
"This hotel's got thirteen floors! We'll be in here forever!"
"Heh."
I crossed my arms and leaned against the wall, closing my eyes. I hadn't eaten since this morning, and I was really craving a bar of chocolate.
Chocolate, like…
Like her eyes.
They were the exact same colour.
She had been a mess of different colours. Golden hair, ruby lips, and those eyes…
Why was I being haunted by those eyes?
"That was so fucking cool!" Hal squealed, bouncing up and down on one of the suites enormous canopy beds. Most of the girls had left, and those who hadn't had passed out in the bathtub, on the floor, and on the various chairs, tables and sofas. I was lying on the bed Hal was jumping on, feeling the mattress move beneath me. I hadn't told Weddy about what had happened with Light. I was only going to be in England for a few weeks, and I certainly didn't need any enemies.
"Hal, aren't we supposed to be at the studio really early tomorrow?" I asked.
She shrugged. "So?"
"You'll have a hangover."
Sticking out her tongue, she jumped off the bed and snatched the magnum bottle of Prosecco she'd grabbed from the minifridge, taking a long swig. "I never get hangovers."
"Humph."
I closed my eyes, curling into a foetal position. I kept remembering Light's cold, beautiful smile as he wrestled me against the wall. He had held no pity for me, no care for what I wanted or didn't want. Hell, he hadn't even been drunk.
There was a knock at the door, and Rico slipped inside. "I'm here to pick Misa-Misa up."
"I think she's asleep," Weddy was explaining. "It's okay. She can sleep here."
"Well, alright. I'll tell Miss Yagami."
"Thank you." The door swung shut, and Weddy flicked off the hotel room's lights. Her seductive smile was back as she traipsed down the hall.
I turned to Hal, who was sipping the last of the champagne. "What's up with her?"
"She's just acting like that 'cause Light's staying the night with her." Hal wiggled her eyebrows.
My heart dropped into my stomach. Shit.