Stuart opened his eyes to see his bedroom darkened seeming how it had been some time since he had come in here to lay down and relax. The room was smokey from the bong he'd been toking on earlier not that he minded in the least, use to seeing the usual cloud of smoke in his room of course. He was positive the bassist had joined him earlier but now there was no sign of him in the room now. Everything was still in slow motion and he liked it that way but it really bothered him knowing he'd passed out and now had no memory what so ever at the moment of what happened earlier. But frankly he was didn't care at the moment where the man was. Enough shite was going on at the moment that the singer didn't care honestly what his band mates were up to.
Stummbling from the spot on the floor where he had been laying he stood, coming the curtain of the window glancing down at the street below before shutting it. He turned a switch on thankful as the dim light flooded the room not blinding him much.
He rubbed at his dark eyes trying to wake up despite the hour it was, his tired fingers combing back the blue locks of hair from his face. Glancing down at the clock on his nightstand he groaned confirming it to be late at a late hour. Nearing midnight.
Chances were that Noodle and Russel were asleep. Murdoc probably out or drunk in his room. Still, he didn't much care. Hunger was the main thing on his mind, or at least a drink to cure the growing emptiness.
A wave of pain rolled through him his hand coming up to meat the back of his head, the source of his pain. Retriving the bottle of painkillers he opened it, popping a few pills into him and swallowed dryly. Not bothering to close the container he set it down remembering earlier the awkwardness of the bassist coming to him in one of his many rages blaming the singer for something or another that wasen't going his way. How could he could have forgotten so easily.
His head throbbed for a few moments more until it started to numb down. He groaned shoving his feet into the green converses matching the jacket he'd pulled on and headed for the door. If he was to do anything at this ungodly hour it was to at least eat something and watch the tele. Walking the short hallway and down the flight of stairs of the flat he shared with his bandmates he walked into the main room plopping down at the couch happy to see the remote placed in plain sight.
Thoughts went right to Murdoc though as he felt another tweek of pain shoot through him. He pulled his knees to his chest feeling the pills kicking in fully losing himself in thoughts of earlier rubbing at the sore spot tenderly.
Earlier, the green skined man had come banging on the singers door right as the blue haired man was inhaling the marijuana from the purple glass bong, startled almost dropping the item.
He'd gotten up to open the door half afraid of the man coming in and just start abusing him or something but to his surprise the satanist just looked at him in concern and slight anger when the door was opened.
"Wot in the bloody hell have yew been doin' in here?" He asked, trying to suppress the rage watching the stoned singer sway slightly in the doorway pushing past him when 2D didn't come out with an imedient answer. When he came in the bassist only shook his head, turning back and sneering at the man.
"I was jus' relaxin'.." 2D smiled, closing the door figuring the bassist would join him in another smoke, naturally he did. The two sat in silence for about and hour just smoking not even in the same world it seemed. The silence was nice but it just seemed two awkward to the singer.
"So why were yew mad?" He asked leaning closer to the dark haired man who was doing his best to ignore the dark eyes man.
"Russel was pissin' me off.." He shrugged, no longer phased by the situation, "Fuckin' lard ass.." He chuckled looking from underneath his fringe at the man next to him embarresed to admit the real reasons behind his frustrations and arguments with the drummer.
"Oh.." Stewart frowned, descreetly scooting over to the green skined man knowing if Murdoc even noticed he would probably yell again and leave calling the singer something he'd rather not think about. Even thought he was cautious, he hoped the green herb had relaxed him enough to not give a damn about his shyness and hesitant actions.
Murdoc watched the singer lean closer to him, midnight eyes watching him in what seemed like an awkward lust. The atmoshpere was nice but Murdoc knew it was all the marijuana the singer had inhaled to make him loopy. The relaxation was the only reason for this and the demon bassist knew better than do give in to such acts with the man. Tearing away from the gaze the bassist growled sitting up from his spot on the couch leaning away from the man next to him.
"Knock it off Faceache.." He threantened softly, knowing he would give in if the lanky man presisted. He felt the rage build within in once more, disgusted in himself and frankly at the bluenette for still continuing to be affectionate.
Sitting up 2D nodded sadly, "But.. Mu'doc I jus'.."
He was cut short of words as a fist connected against his head, falling forward onto the floor. He couldn't believe the older man went as so far as to hit him but honestly it wasn't something the singer wasn't already use to. He held himself up on his elbows looking back at the older man confused his head starting to pound and the room tilting slightly. He didn't know if he was past stoned or the blow to his skull was stronger than he'd thought.
The bassist stood, utterly annoyed but very guilty and left without a word.
And that was it. That's all he could recall from earlier and he was glad it was that way. 2D couldn't afford showing his feelings to the bassist.
Pulled from his thoughts the singer heard a bang from the other room jumping from the sudden noise. The room still dark from no lights being on and frankly Stuart prefered it that way at the moment. Standing, he headed into the kitchen where the disturbance had come from.
Walking in, he flicked on the light against his liking and saw the Sadist stand with a bottle of rum in hand. The green skined man only smirked watching the singer stand their at a loss of what to do.