I stumbled out of the club into a dimly lit alleyway and stood there swaying for a good minute before I had to use the wall for support.

I wasn't nearly as drunk as I had hoped to be, but I had only woken up a few hours ago with a rush of bad memories and that feeling you get when all you want is to grind up against complete strangers in a confined, crowded space, (yeah that feeling). So I was doing pretty good.

Carefully I put my back to the grimy wall and tilted my head upwards. It was a clear night and the cold was present wherever there was bare skin. The alley smelled of mildew and sick. Man this is gross I thought lazily as I shuddered, wrapping my arms around my thinner-than-I-would-like upper body.

Suddenly, a little farther down the alley, a door slammed open with a loud bang that made me cringe into the wall. A strange looking, lanky man was thrown out of it, followed by a slurred yell.

"You dim witted, useless sod!"

I was dazed for a second, just staring stupidly. It looked like shit was about to go down. Trying to shake the haziness out of my eyes I pushed off the wall into the middle of the alley, observing from a distance. Luckily they were too busy with each other to notice me and I got a moment to take note to their appearence.

I couldn't decide which of the two looked weirder: the man cowering on the ground against the wall holding his head, which seemed to be covered in messy blue hair, or the infuriated man approaching the latter, with his jet black hair, sharp teeth and...Wait a second, was he green?

No, must just be the light.

2D

Oh why did I have to be so clumsy? It wasn't my fault! He just turned around at the wrong time!

2D rubbed his head where he'd hit it against the wall before looking up to see Murdoc coming towards him, fuming.

He was really going to get it this time. His friend/ tormentor was on one of his rum-athons. They usually lasted at least five days, give or take(usually give). And he, being on the third day, was very, VERY drunk and angry; and 2D had just broken one of his bottles.

There was a loud THWAK as Murdocs knee collided with the side of 2D's already throbbing head, sending him face first into the side of a garbage bin. He could taste blood from where his teeth had dug into his lip.

"Little wanker! What 'ave I told you 'bout touching my rum?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'was an accident! I didn' mean to, I swear!"

2D Knew nothing he could say would stop the inevitable beating he was going to receive. Murdoc grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him up so that they were face to face. He was looking into a pair of slightly glassy mismatched eyes.

"OH an accident was it, eh?!" Murdoc sneered and raised a fist.

2D squeezed his eyes shut in anticipation.

"Stop it! Leave him alone!"

Both heads whipped around to see where the voice had come from. They stared down the gloomy alley, Murdoc never letting go of 2Ds shirt.