Let's all Have a Party

((... Oh God, Misa, that was just brilliant x'D ))

Mikami stared in drunken awe at the wonderful, mystifying girl. A....miniskirt? What a wonderful and completely normal fetish, he thought, he hadn't even thought about it. In his drunken state of mind, he thought it was a wonderful idea. If that would make his Kami adore him, he'd go for it. ".........miniskiiirtssss? Surrrreeeee~"

"T-th-that's proposturr-Proposterous!" Light yelled, pointing a finger into L's face anf grinning like a madman as he tried to pull himself up, "N-n-no, L. Y-you see here, I'll take your offer. Y-you'll never guess, b-but I actually like to dress in Misa's dresses in-- in my spare time." Light laughed drunkedly and poked L in the cheek, "You silly moose."

Misa smiled sweetly and began to pull Mikami back to where she had her-..... "SO THAT"S WHY MY DRESSES ARE STRECHED OUT......" Face red in both embarassment and a little anger, she drags Mikami away to go stick him in a miniskirt.

L said nothing, (he felt it would cause less trouble if he kept remarks to himself at the moment,) and dragged Light off, following Misa. He threw Light into Misa's closet and shut the door, biting his thumb. "Pick a dress and dress yourself. I don't think I have to 'baby' you and dress you myself. That or Misa could always help you~" He leaned against the wall, biting his nail and waiting.

Misa narrows her eyes, "I'm not dressing him. ... Oh Mikami, here you go, doesn't it look so Fetch?" She pulled out a black and grey grahm-print, pleated mini-skirt with dark red, shiney accents. ... yeah, it probably wouldn't look that grate on Mikami but he wouldn't know that. With a wink she threw it at him, along with a tank-top with a Skelo-animal Bunny-skull print on the front. "It woldn't look good with that suit of yours, Teru-chan. The shirt may be a little small, but it'll show off thoes" she paused, laying it on thick with the most genuine smile she could muster, "sexy arms of yours, and even Mello knows the powers of the bare mid-drif. Light will be all yours by sunrise~"

Mikami's eyes sparkled in drunken excitement as he took the clothes and, though he tried to put them on quickly, ended up awkwardly changing clothes. He looked at Misa, the clothes obviously not flattering on him, and haphazardly swung his arms about. "H-hey Misa......how dooo I looookkkkk~?"

Misa should have known better than to expect the drunken loon to have the decentcy to, idk, go change in private quarters, like a bathroom or a closet or... anything. She turned away and closed her eyes both for his modesty and in disgust, though Mikami would simply think the former. She did seem to have the mentality of a 9 year old half the time, and 9 year olds typicaly didn't want to see men in thier underwear.

At his words she felt it safe to look. She had to surpress the gigglefit welling up inside her. "W-well, you have... a unique arura, practicly sparkleing bishie (wanna-be sparkles)." oh fuck this, lie. "You'll have Light eating out of the palm of your hands, you look so FINE, Teru-chan. I mean, just look at the way the skirt shows off your (hairy man) legs. If Light doesn't find that sexy then the alchohol has made him go blind, hun. Because you look DIVINE~"

Enough flattery aside, Misa was already coming up with a plan to further the two drunkard's embarassment.

((Wrote the first paragraph entirely thinking Mikami whent nude untill the last scentance when it dawned on me otherwise. However I like it so I'm leaving it, and Misa's just tired thus freaking out over nothing.))

Light was pushed into the closet, and proceeded to fall and lose his balance as he crawled around Misa's closet, wondering why she lived in the same place Mello did (/shot). Light tried to stand himself up and rubbed his head as he groggily looked at the closet full of black frilly dresses. He grabbed a short puffy one and shoved it on over his head, and grinned moronicly, "We-werr I'm going to prove Ryu--Ryu-- L rog nao..."

Light grabbed the closet handle with both hands and pushed open the door victoriously, and wearing Misa's dress, "I think i win, L!" he said, pointing his finger to the sky, and tripping over himself.

"I know that, forgive me for saying such a thing, Miss Amane." L waited in front of the door, absent-mindedly chewing on his thumb. He was about to go and find a piece of shortcake when the door got slammed against him, causing him to fall and sprawl out against the floor, groaning. He pushed himself over to lay on his back, not wanting to get up as he glanced up at Light. "... Well, aren't you just attractive. Though I don't see how wearing a dress makes you really accomplish anything, Light."

Mikami listened to Misa's words, taking them as the highest form of flattery. Grinning like an idiot, he struck a 'sassy' pose and placed his hand on his hip, turning as he modeled the clothes; he fancied himself to be a model of some sort in his drunken stupor. "Haaaaaaa.......kamikamikami~" he chuckled as each word fell clumsily, ".........kami will like it, of course.........."