A/N: Since it's been so long since we were actively posting a story, we're trying to put up as many chapters of Punch Drunk Love as quickly as possible, since we have a fair bit of it written. Hopefully it'll keep you guys interested. :D
After this chapter, we probably won't be posting in such rapid succession (seriously, I've never been able to post 4 chapters in less than 24 hours), but we are actively working on it and should have more up very shortly. Like...probably tomorrow. Because, seriously, we're way too excited for this story, and we hope that you will be too!
From this point on, we are starting to delve into some plot. We're being sneaky about some things, but we've provided a ton of hints, and will continue to do so. Yay intrigue!
Now that I've gone on and rambled, please enjoy the next installment of Punch Drunk Love!
"Two Weeks Notice"
Mello leaned gently against the brick wall outside the back door. He brought a bar of chocolate to his lips, snapping off a piece and rolling the sweet across his tongue. Glancing at his phone, he made an annoyed noise, seeing the time. The blond stowed the bar in his jacket pocket, eyes dropping to his hand. He flexed it, wincing slightly and stretching out his fingers. At least the swelling had gone done.
When Mello eventually would find himself back inside of the bar, he would notice a difference in the number of patrons. A lump, so to speak, lay cross armed, head on top, at the bar. The head was covered in a bright red mop of hair, a pair of orange goggles sitting on top.
It's been one of those days, Matt would say to the blond if he were there. It had been one hell of a roller coaster. Not more than two months after his first visit, and so much had changed. A new girl entered Matt's life, and already he was thrown asunder.
In short, he needed a laugh and a drink.
"You really should consider something we call a shower," Mello chimed, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it on a small hook on the back wall. "You look like shit."
"I feel like shit." Matt groaned, recognizing the voice instantly. He glanced up at the blond from his position, puppy dog green eyes wide and full of the same emotion Mello had most likely gotten used to seeing. "I met another girl."
"Didn't you just break up with that other one like two weeks ago or something?"
"That is the miserable problem!" He let his head drop on to the bar again, "Can I order a drink?" Matt asked before continuing, "She's…God, she's hot. She's hot and sassy and God, I shouldn't be moving on so fast."
"How fast are you talking?"
"Yes, I know that, but I mean are you and her an item, have you even spoken to her?"
"We've done a lot more than speaking." Matt muffled between his arms.
Mello paused, shaking his head and setting the other's drink in front of him, "And how long have you known her?"
"And how long have you been fucking her?"
A somewhat strangled, disapproving sound escaped Mello's mouth. He sighed before turning to the redhead, "Hey Matt, come here," he gestured him closer.
The redhead glanced up and moved closer, "Yeah?" Was he going to impart knowledge of the universe on him?
"A little closer."
Matt obliged, moving closer.
And Mello slapped him across the face, then pointed at his nose, "This is why you're getting fucked with. If you didn't amuse me so much, I wouldn't give a shit, but for the sake of your sanity and mine, learn to keep it in your pants!"
Matt put his hand to his cheek. "You hit me!" He didn't seem hurt so much as surprised. Hanging his head a little he shrugged, "I can't help it. I love forceful blonds."
And Mello slapped the other side of Matt's face, "No! Good Lord, Matt, don't pull that shit! I don't care what excuse you have, don't shove your dick in every bitch with blond hair!"
Then Matt gave the blond his very best puppy dog pout.
"That face might work on other people, but it's not gonna work on me. Christ," Mello looked away, massaging the bridge of his nose, "just...Matt, if you don't want to get fucked with, stop fucking the people who fuck you over."
"Uh, see that's the conundrum now isn't it? I can't date normal people! God, just talking to a normal person bores the shit out of me to the point that I rather lick a light socket than talk to them."
"I'm the same way, and you don't see me crying in the back every night, cradling a bottle of vodka!"
"Well you would be if you were me, seriously. I love it for a while, then the thrill wears off and I get bored with the situation, and she breaks up with me. Sometimes, she breaks up with me BEFORE I get bored. I only have myself to blame, really." He sighs, "I keep thinking maybe the next one won't be so bad and she'll keep my attention, and not suck my best friend off in the bathroom of Costco."
"Matt, if I wouldn't get fired, I'd take you out back and beat the shit out of you right now."
Matt frowned a little before taking another sip, "Sorry, I'm complicated."
"There's nothing wrong with being complicated, but there is something wrong with being a complete dumbass and letting bitches walk all over you," the blond frowned.
"But I'm not attracted to normal girls," he muttered, "they bore me."
A sigh left Mello's lips, "But exciting girls don't have to be bitches. Or..." he paused, furrowing his eyebrows, "blond, for that matter."
"I don't know. I've tried dating other girls, but I get so bored or distracted by some new game, and we don't work out."
"And maybe this one will?"
"Maybe. It's always worth a try, right?"
He shrugged, "I don't see why not. Just make sure she doesn't eat your heart like everyone else."
"I'll try to put my heart in a cage."
"Good boy," Mello poured a shot, sliding it carefully to Matt, "So, how'd you meet her?"
Downing the shot in one clean drink, the redhead smirked sideways. "A party."
"An office party, smart ass."
"My my my, does she wear pantyhose and everything?" Mello grinned with mock excitement.
He glanced up at the blond, his eyebrow quirking. "And heels, oo ooooo ooooh!"
"And puts out pretty quickly, apparently. What a catch."
"Hey, don't act like you don't like to get laid."
"Not after a day of knowing someone."
"...Are you sure you're male?"
Crystal blue eyes narrowed. "Again, should I take you out back?"
"Oh baby, don't talk dirty." Matt joked, putting his hands up as if apologizing.
"Why, does it turn you on?" A sly grin spread over Mello's face.
Matt gave the blond a strange look before shaking his head, "You wish."
"No, dude. You're missing a vagina."
"Again, classy," Mello laughed a little. "But seriously...not after one day. Trust issues."
"I never said I trust her."
"I meant me. But you're a different breed of man."
"Why do you have trust issues, if you don't mind me asking?"
Mello paused for a moment, "I suppose I'm paranoid. I'm not exactly in a trusting line of work. It's always better to be..." he paused again, as if searching for the word, "distant."
"Like you are with me?" Matt joked, offering a smile.
A small smile appeared, "Yup."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Yes, I realize that, Matt."
"So, Mello, why would a bartender need to be distant?"
Mello's fingers tapped on the counter for a moment, the smile growing, "You know, lots of different customers. It's best to stay impartial."
Matt had a witty retort to toss at Mello, but he was cut off by his phone. Glancing at his text message, he shifted to pull money out and pay Mello. "Duty calls."
"Do you like it?"
"My duties? Sure, nothing like a good paying job to pay for things with." The tone he used insinuated Matt, in fact, did not like his job.
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Mello scooped up the cash from the counter top and nodded to the redhead, "Run along then, Clark."
"To save the day!" He smiled, heading for the door. He held up his hand in a short wave, "Till later."
"Bye," the blond waved. Realizing his hand was still in the air after Matt had walked out the door, Mello dropped it instantly, frowning and grabbing his jacket off the hook.
"Aw, don't worry Mello, I'm sure he'll be back tomorrow," a man sitting down the bar laughed, holding up his glass as if to toast to the blond.
"Shut the fuck up, Ratt," Mello glared over his shoulder as he pushed open the back door, returning to his wall in the alley.