It is can be drinkz tiem nao?

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

... so Near had been dragged off by one of those elf things for 'detention'. Matt snorted. This whole place was so damned weird - a school that had bars, but still handed out detention? The hell?

But they'd agreed to have a drink after the whole radio thing, so here Matt was. He lounged outside the door, smoking a cigarette and frowning. Matt wasn't sure what to think of the radio show. Near was, at the very least, a friendly acquaintance, and from the sound of things... well. What the hell had happened?

He'd find out soon enough, he figured.

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[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"... are you blushing?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Fuck. It's hardly as if he could hide it, with his complexion. "It must be the alcohol," he lied. Badly.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Mmhmm. Sure." Matt stretched, finishing his drink and pouring another. "Hey, you want any ice for those bruises? They still look pretty bad."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

He touched the skin around his eyes gingerly. "No, I think I'm all right." It was his back that was sore, and Near shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Sure?" Matt leaned backwards, catching up some of the ice from the ice bin under the bar. "Look, there's loads." He paused, a little awkward. "Or if you..."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"If I what?"

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt tried to think of a way to word it. "Those songs, uh... Look. Near." He shifted, mind made up. "Did somebody - hurt you? I don't mean me punching you, or Mello beating you up..."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Um." He was blushing for sure now. His cheeks felt fever-hot. "I... there's something, yeah. But 'confused' is closer than 'hurt'."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Matt rubbed his forehead. This was possibly the most awkward conversation he'd ever had. "Okay. So - um. Am I correct about assuming that the songs have something to do with, uh, what happened?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Ah... yeah, they do," Near admitted, glancing away.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"... right." A horrible silence while Matt fiddled with an unlit cigarette. "But you're not, like, hurt? I mean - that Nirvana song - if..."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"I'm not, uh, hurt," Near began slowly, then took a deep breath. "I'm sleeping with Mello."

God, it felt strange to say it out loud.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

...

...

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"... what?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Near nodded. "Yeah. It feels weird to me too."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"But - since when?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Since his sorting." Near laughed weakly. "At his sorting, actually. It was pretty embarrassing." That was an understatement, but it would do.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"... what the - at his Sorting? At his - I spoke to him at his Sorting! I wrote to him after his fucking Sorting!" Matt tried to calm himself down, but seriously - what the fucking fuck? "Mello hates you!"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Maybe he does. He certainly di." Near wondered if Mello did still hate him. He wouldn't put it past him; it was Mello after all.

But he didn't want Mello to hate him.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"God," Matt laughed. "I need a cigarette." He slid off the counter, behind the bar, and took a few steps away as he lit it. "I can't believe this."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't lie about it," Near said with a helpless laugh. "I'm having trouble believing it myself." He drained what remained in his glass.

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Near, you told me two days ago that you have trouble with the concept of getting horny. And now you're... what, is this going to be a regular thing?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," he said helplessly. I hope so.

I do?

I do.

"I didn't expect it."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

Cigarette lit, Matt took a much-needed draw. He tilted his head back to exhale before turning to face Near.

"... and that's where the bruises came from, right?"

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Not this one," Near said pointing at his eye. "All the others, yeah. I'm guessing that part isn't so surprising."

[gamerspy.livejournal.com]

"Jesus. Near... you've got to know that's fucked-up, right?"

With his head tilted downwards to hide his mouth behind the collar of his vest - not to mention the thick goggles - it was difficult to read Matt's expression.