"Weeeeeee are the chaaaaaampioooooons my friendddd!" Mal and Murdoc kicked open the door of his Winnebago. The two were completely shit-faced drunk. Well, Mal was. Murdoc was hardly inebriated.
"Murdoc! Muh-Murdoc!" Mal stumbled when she tried to readjust her one-armed grip on his shoulders. Murdoc chuckled.
"Yes, Poppet?"
"C-C'mere."
The two sat down, propping their legs up on some piece of junk.
She looked at him seriously for a moment, "I need more booze."
They burst out laughing. Murdoc got up to grab some kind of alcohol from the kitchen. Mal fell over when he did, as his shoulder had been propping her up.
"You alright there, luv?" He laughed.
She gave a thumbs-up "I'm good."
"If you say so, luv."
Mal started humming Maxwell's Silver Hammer. Murdoc returned from the kitchen holding an almost-full bottle of liquor.
"Back in school again, Maxwell plays the fool again, teacher gets annoyed,"
"wishing to avoid an unpleasant scene,"
They skipped ahead, belting out "Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her heeeeaaad! Bang bang Maxwell's silver hammer made sure that she was dead!"
"I loooooove that song!" Mal outstretched her arms, showing just how much she loved it.
"We should do a cover of it."
"Oh my El Dorado yes!"
Fifteen minutes passed and the pair were getting sillier by the moment.
"Murdoc! Hey, Murdoc!" Mal took another swig from the bottle.
"What, Mal?" Chuckling, Murdoc grabbed the bottle from her and took a swig of it himself.
"I have something veeeeeeeery important to tell you."
"And what, pray tell, would that be?" He humored her. She was a funny drunk.
"We're rich."
He burst out laughing and she soon joined. "That we are, luv! That we are!"
Another fifteen minutes passed and between them, their bottle of booze was almost empty.
"Murdoc." Mal caught his attention again. She looked serious. He gulped. Her face turned silly "I loooooooove youuuuuuu." She batted her eyelashes jokingly. He guffawed at her ridiculous facial expressions "Satan, poppet! You had me going there for a second!"
She laughed along with him, grabbing the bottle. Lifting it to her mouth, she was disappointed to find not a single drop of alcohol left.
"Uuuuuuuuugh! Muuuuuuuuuurdoc! We're out of boooooooze!"
"Time for bed then, I s'pose. Right. Off wit' ya' now, luv."
"Nooooooooo! I don't feel like walking all the way back to my room!" she whined.
"Ugh, fine. Sleep here, then. You can—"
"I call bed!" she sprinted [by sprinted I mean stumbled drunkenly as fast as she could] to the other side of the Winne.
"Hey! No! That's my bed!" Murdoc ran after her.
She did a belly flop onto the mattress. He looked at her in some sort of amused disbelief. How was this the same woman who'd helped Noodle with her Reject False Icons campaign?
"Roll over."
She did so. He kicked off his Cubans and climbed into bed next to her. He turned to switch of the lamp. "Hey. Hey Murdoc guess what?"
"What?"
"Sharing is caring." She burst into a fit of giggles.
He rolled his eyes, switching off the lamp.
He patted her still-giggling head "Go to sleep, poppet."
A few things to answer any questions some of you might have.
1) Mal is the manager for Gorillaz. Therefore, she has her own room in Kong Studios.
2) I had something else I was going to put here but now I can't remember. Terribly sorry.
Also to those of you waiting on the new chapter of "Astronaut Donuts"/"Meanwhile, On Earth"/"Henchmen Will Believe Anything", I want to thank you for your patience and new chapters are in the works. I hope to have them up before the end of the month. Fingers crossed!