It was no secret that Mello loved chocolate, no doubt about it. He was always carrying a chocolate bar, and whenever someone went to the store, he always asked them to bring back home a few bars for him.

Mello also claimed it was the best way to get over a hangover, even choosing to eat chocolate over drinking water most of the time. Typically, Halle gets on his ass about it, nearly forcing water down his throat.

Mello only gets super drunk when there’s a party, and rarely drinks outside of a club. Even if he does, he doesn’t get blackout drunk like he does when he’s with other people, mostly because he prefers smoking over drinking if he had the choice.

The SPK wanted to hold a party for a one year celebration of being together, and even though Mello wasn’t directly in the SPK, he had helped everyone before, and was personally invited by Rester. There was drinking and games, games and drinking, drinking games, all throughout the night.

At one point, you and Mello had gone upstairs into an extra bedroom, not interrupting anyone’s stuff. Before either of you knew, clothes were on the floor, bodies were on the bed, and Mello was holding your legs. He licked residue off of each of your thighs before licking his own lips, bringing his head up with a slightly flushed expression, his skin hot to the touch.

“That was certainly the best chocolate fountain I’ve ever had. Granted, it was white, but there’s nothing wrong with expanding my palate.”