Shit. Matt grunted as he pushed the bathroom door closed. He limped slightly over the tiled floor, his side aching in pain with each step he took; no thanks to his actions from the night before. He turned his attention to the large mirror in front of him, slowly tugging up his shirt and cringing at the dark bruise that had formed just under his ribcage. He'd definitely have to take some meds if he was thinking about doing anything tonight.

He sighed, dropping his shirt and pulling open one of the drawers next to his hip. Awesome. He only had one razor left and it looked like he was out of shaving cream as well. Matt sighed and placed the little plastic razor onto the counter, leaning over to the sink and grabbing the small bar of soap. You'd think, with all of the money Mello'd gotten through the mafia, that they'd be able to buy at least a decent, non-disposable, razor. Although, unfortunately for Matt, Mello couldn't actually grow facial hair on any place other than the corners of his jaw, which resulted in razors being "not important enough to spend extra money on". Oh well. He thought, wetting his face with a scoop of water from the sink. He'd gotten accustomed to shaving like this anyways.

Matt watched himself in the mirror as he applied a layer of foamy soap along his jaw, wet the razor, and then slowly slid the blade down the edge of his cheek. There wasn't a lot to shave; he was incapable of growing a full beard anyways. He quickened the pace of his strokes a bit. Mello would be awake soon and he'd like to finish a shower before then.

With a tired sigh, the red head put the razor down on the edge of the sink and rinsed his face, checking afterwards to make sure that he hadn't missed any spots. After he'd approved of his shaving he stripped off his clothes, wincing slightly from the pain in his side, then turned on the bath to adjust the water temperature to his liking. He hoped that a few pain killers would ease the bruising… he really wanted to go out tonight.

While Matt showered in the bathroom, Mello stirred in his sleep. He'd been quite comfortable that night, unlike his friend who had spent his night sleeping upright on the couch. Honestly though, the blonde couldn't care less. It was Matt's choice not to come to bed, after all. Hopefully the skinny dork would be joining him tonight anyways.

Mello gave a sleepy groan as he finally opened his eyes, rolling onto his back and stretching the length of his body, his arms resting on the pillow above his head. "Mhh..." he sighed as he relaxed completely into the thick, smoke-scented blankets, listening to the sound of Matt's shower in the next room. He closed his eyes slowly, his blonde hair lying messily around his head and his lips slightly parted, trying to fight off the sleep that threatened to take him over once more.

He opened his eyes again as he heard a fairly loud thump come from the bathroom. Pausing, he thought about the sound for a moment. Did Matt just fall in the shower? He thought a little more and then discarded the thought. Matt's fat ass would have made a much louder sound. Though, he did decide that it was now time to get himself out of bed, even if he was warm and comfortable.

Grunting, the sleepy blonde pulled the covers off of himself and stood, yawning, and then walking to a basket half-full of clothes that sat next to the dresser. The clothes were clean, Mello was just too lazy to actually fold them and put them in their proper drawers. Or hang them in the closet, for that matter. Mello dug through the basket, finding a faded red T-shirt and pulling it on before leaving the bedroom and walking through the slightly colder air of the living room, making his way to the smaller kitchen. The blonde yawned again as he started a pot of coffee, his eyes heavily lidded from sleep. Once he got it going, he shuffled across the floor to the small table, sitting down in one of the chairs and resting his heavy head down on his arms atop the tabletop. He would have liked to take a shower, but of course, Matt had to get there first.

In the bathroom, Matt had finally finished his shower and was stepping out onto the soft, white towel that he'd laid down beforehand. He shook out his shaggy hair, sending droplets flying out onto the mirror and walls. Taking another towel from the rack, he dried himself off fully and then wrapped the now damp cloth around his waist, tying it off loosely. The shower had soothed his aching muscles a bit, making the angry bruise on his left side calm down slightly. I think a few Ibuprofen before we head out should be fine. He thought to himself as he walked casually into the bedroom, closing the door behind himself. Now… what to wear.

Matt crouched down next to the basket and rummaged through it, pushing away some of Mello's clothes. Mello'd be pissed if he wore his clothes. With a soft breath, the damp red head chose a black shirt with elbow length striped sleeves, along with a pair of his favorite jeans. He tugged them on, slipping on a studded belt afterwards, and then made his way out into the living room. Smells like coffee… he thought.

Mello lifted his head lazily as he heard the door click and Matt's footsteps coming towards him. He breathed in deeply, a small smile gracing his tired features as he looked towards the other. He loved the smell of Matt's Axe body wash.

"Morning."

Mello took a sip of his coffee and sighed out, then looked towards his friend. "Morning."

"Did you… have any plans for tonight?" Matt asked as he pulled a mug down from the cupboard, pouring some of the coffee for himself.

Mello raised a brow, "Not really, why? Did you?"

"Oh, I was just thinking maybe we could go to that one club… thing we went to a few weekends ago." He responded with a small shrug. He then turned around and relaxed back onto the counter, crossing one arm over his stomach and the other holding his mug near his lips. Mello paused for a moment, thinking about the suggestion. A club? Hmm…

He smiled softly to himself.

"Sure."

His friend paused and then stood up a bit straighter. He knew Mello would more than likely want to go, but it always seemed surprising to him.

"Alright, sweet. Thinking maybe around… eight or nine?" he asked, taking a drink of his coffee. Mello nodded in response, then stood up and put his mug in the sink.

"Sounds good. I'm gonna take a shower and shit, then go get some stuff for later." Mello said with a soft smirk, giving the other a wink. Matt paused, then breathed a soft laugh and grinned back a little. He liked it when Mello was in his flirty moods. They were rare, but they definitely existed.

"Hey, can you pick up a pack of cigarettes? I only have a couple left."

"Will you share them?"

Matt raised his brows and looked towards the blonde, flashing him a toothy grin as he flipped his bangs out of his face. "Of course." He loved when Mello smoked. That was a terrible thing to love, he knew, but it definitely meant that tonight would be a good night. Perhaps, even, they'll get farther than they ever have before.

Mello smiled at his friend and turned, walking off towards the bathroom to take his own shower. Matt had skipped out on going to the club with him last weekend. It was a fun night, he'd admit. He would have gotten laid had he not realized at the last few moments that the girl had an exceedingly large boyfriend that had been watching them for half of the night, which caused him to stumble out of the building in a drunken haze and walk the rest of the way home to avoid drama. That part wasn't as fun. But, tonight, Matt was going with him. That should clear up all possibilities of a similar situation.

The pleased red head put his mug in the sink as well and rinsed both of them out. Afterwards, he walked a bit quickly into the living room, grabbing a cigarette from the pack on the end table next to the couch, along with his lighter. He'd been trying to save the last two for when he really needed them, but since Mello would be going out in a few hours to get more, he might as well smoke one now. He dropped himself down to sit on the couch, relaxing and putting the end of the cigarette between his thin lips before lighting it and taking in a deep drag. He sighed out, watching the smoke swirl around in front of him, then took another smaller drag and grabbed his Xbox controller from the coffee table. Might as well do something productive while doing nothing, right? He had nine hours before he had to do anything anyways.

Besides, he didn't think Mello wanted him to go with him to get his 'things' anyways. He assumed it would be alcohol, but he'll let it be a surprise.

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Aaaaand chapter two. Three will be up soon!