Author's note: This is the first Gorillaz's fanfic, and it is written for Murdoc's point of view, but it switches it up every once in a blue moon. Muds's attitude throughout the entire thing may be very obscured from what he actually acts like, but I'm a firm believer in he's different behind closed doors. So enjoy!
The light creeked in as the wind blew through the ragged curtains of Kong. 2D and Noodle lay strewn across the couch. Stuart had been watching zombie movies all night when Noodle had wanted to join in, and they had passed out around 5. Murdoc was in the kitchen snoring as the bottle of alcohol in his hand slowly emptied onto the floor. Russell looked around at his crazy bandmates and smirked, throwing a blanket over the pair on the couch and taking the bottle from Murdoc's hand. He cleaned the mess up from the floor and started to make breakfast.
Slowly but surely Murdoc began to stur behind him at the table, grumbling as he grabbed his head in a hangover. Little Noodle sleepily walked into the kitchen, spilling out random Japanese jibberish, eventually laying her head onto the table in a soft sleep. 2D yawned loudly from the couch and stretched out as he walked into the old kitchen. It wasn't long before the smell of cigarettes flooded the kitchen as the singer and bassist lit up, helping the wake up process. Russell sat down the plates of food and watched as they slowly started to all eat it up.
Murdoc was the first to leave once he realized that he barely had two sips of rum left in the bottle that had leaked. The green man walked through the halls of Kong, yawning and scratching his bare chest with his long cracked nails. He tossed the empty bottle on the floor and walked into the big bathroom, washing up for the day's plans. He put on his usual black attire and watched as the golden inverted cross swam down the fabric of his sweater and settles right above his belt. He looked at himself in the mirror and grunted, walking off.
Last night in his usual drunken mess he had decided that he needed to go into town to get better glasses. Ones that wouldn't shatter if dropped from a table. No. He needed something sturdy enough to survive his sloppiness once the alcohol started to flow. He quickly made his way to the garage and into the Geep, speeding off through the graveyard.
He dodged people, screamed at ones in the crosswalk, and went through some illegal turns until he ended up at a dining ware dealer. Murdoc hopped out of the Geep, not bothering to turn it off and took out a flask, already starting his consumption for the day. The store was nice. All sorts of fancy china decorated the walls, elegant glasses were lined in neat rows. Murdoc stopped in front of one, picking up the thick scotch glass. He looked it over, making note of how it was basically the only one that didn't look like it would be found at a tea party.
"Might I help you?" a bell of a voice rang in his left ear. The satinist turned his head, expecting to see an eye sore. He had learned from bar escapades in the town to not judge appearances off of a voice. You might just wake up to an irish man-woman. Instead he was greeted by a pair of bright milk blue eyes. It took him a second to gather himself before he could re-pickup the glass he had been inspecting. She smiled at him, showing off a set of perfectly straight pearly whites. This surprised him, seeing as most of the UK didn't care for dental hygiene as far as he knew. "Are you thinking of getting this set?" she placed a small, thin hand onto the scoth glass.
Murdoc looked down, noticing the chipped black nail polish on her tiny fingernails, grinning. " 'Yah love, I'll be taking these," he put on his seductive smile. She nodded and motioned for him to follow her to the counter. He set the glass down and his smile grew wider as he watched her hips sway from side to side. She was a small built guilt, probably only about 5'2. However, her body was perfectly hourglass shaped. His long tongue swiped over his lips, and he lowly cackled to himself as she walked behind the counter and pulled out a laminated sheet and an order form.
"How many will you have?" she looked up at him from the paper she was writing on. "Uh-uh...," he stumbled over his words. Shit. What in the bloody hell were they talking about again? Oh right. The glasses! "I'll take 50 darlin'," he smiled so that his sharp teeth were visible. He expected her to cringe or at least flinch when she got a good look at his chompers. Unexpectedly she smiled back at him, giggling as she scribbled down his order. "And this order is made out to?" she asked just as he was peering down and noticed the name tag labeled Abegael. "Murdoc," he looked her in the eyes," Murdoc Niccals."
Abegael paused for a second, looking up at him. Then began to sing a little verse in another language. Murdoc had no idea what language she had spoken, but he would know that tune anywhere. He cackled lowly as he realized she had sung the chorus to El Manana. " Well well well, not from around here? That's rare," he tapped the counter. "Norway," she replied happily as she finished his order form and stapled it together under the counter. "So Mr. Niccals.. what is a gentleman of your social class doing in a place like this?" she whipped her hand around to motion the decoratives of the store.
Murdoc didn't know quite what to say. Usually he was the one asking the questions.. making the other feel on the spot. "I have my reasons," he replied," I could ask you the same thing miss Abegael." He flipped his pointed tongue over his bottom lip, feeling anticipation in what she might say back. "Well," she looked down at the shiny golden cross, and reached her hand out to touch it, looking up into his mismatched eyes. "I guess that's my little secret," she gave him a wicked smile before tugging the cross and forcing his lips onto her's.
At first Murdoc was about to yank away, until he felt her tongue slowly creep into his mouth. He had been so surprised at the actions just made, that he hadn't even gotten the chance to make the first move. Quickly he reached his long green arms over the counter and tangled his hands into her thick black mess of curls. He felt her tense up and tug on the necklace harder, making him press harder and harder into their kissing.
A bell rang as an older couple walked into the front of the store. Abegael quickly nipped his lip, and Murdoc felt a small trickle of blood go down his chin and she licked the blood off her lips and walked to the other customers. He stood there for a second, trying to gather his thoughts. What had just happened? Whatever it was, he liked it. Aside from the whores he had shagged, nobody had ever made the first move. He wiped the blood on his shirt sleeve, feeling his lip start to bruise and swell.
Murdoc pulled the hood of his sweater up, not able to find the girl. The bell tinkled as he walked out, and pulled the flask out of his pocket. He lit a cigarette and jumped into his Geep, speeding away. He didn't know who Abegael was or what it was about her, but was determined to find out.
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