212 Wobble Street.

The party had quieted down after a full 10 hours of booze, hookers and each other's company. 2D and Murdoc were the only ones left standing. Russel (who is back to normal size) had collapsed on the floor, his stomach groaning and mumbling as it rose and fell. Noodle has responsibly gone to bed earlier that night after Murdoc rummaged through her washing in the kitchen and found a pair of her underwear and began parading around the room with them on his head, much to Noodle's displeasure.

Murdoc was slouched in the armchair; cigarette in mouth, booze in hand. He couldn't remember how he had become topless. He removed the cigarette from his chapped lips, leaving it to rest inbetween his index and middle finger; he looked down and picked the crisp crumbs out of his chest hair, rubbed them between his fingers and ate them. Murdoc took another puff from his cigarette and slouched further backwards, he exhaled slowly closing his eyes. Murdoc had become accustomed to the late night parties and drinking and was feeling rather mellow, unlike 2D on the other hand. A crashing from the kitchen made Murdoc lift an eyelid, his raven fringe hung over his eyes. Murdoc's lips rolled back into a toothy smile as 2D struggled to keep him upright as he appeared at the kitchen door. 2D hung onto the doorframe to help support his wobbly knees, he was pretty wasted. Murdoc looked 2D up and down and chuckled to himself, tall, blue hair, no eyeballs wearing nothing except some old jeans with some questionable stains and a cheap card party hat. Sweat droplets stuck to 2D's forehead and chest like drops of dew. 2D gave a dopey, half-witted grin to the bassist and slurred a small wave. 2D hadn't seemed this happy in a long time. Between his choking laughter Murdoc managed to weakly wave back. Shaking his head, Murdoc returned to closing his eyes and inhaling his cigarette.

"M-M-Murdoc!' Murdoc awoke with a start from his short slumber and knocked over a bowl of crisps that were resting precariously on the arm of the chair. He then heard muffled laughing.

"M-Murdoc!"

"Eurgh, what is it is you faceache?" Murdoc grabbed both arm of the chair and hauled himself up, his sudden lightheadedness made Murdoc heave and splutter. After sniffling and running his hands through his greasy hair, Murdoc began walking to the kitchen following the muffled giggles and the odd inhuman noise.

"2D? Where the bloody hell are you? Murdoc managed to laugh out. His grin, becoming wider as he stumbled around the front room, reached out for the support of the door frame. After sheepishly stepping over slumbering Russel, Murdoc sunk his nails into the weak wooden frame. Once latched on, Murdoc peered around the corner into the kitchen.

"M-Murdoc! Look! I'm stuck…in the… sink!" 2D managed behind streaming tears leaking out of his 8 ball holes.

Murdoc looked at 2D, his behind was wedged in the sink, his legs hanging over the counter and his arms hung either side.

"Murdoc, I can't…m-move!" 2D giggled. "Help me ou' here!" 2D reached forward his long spindly fingers wiggled as 2D tried to mentally close the gap between them.

"Nah, might just leave you in there mate" Murdoc leant against the door frame, reaching his arm over his head and using his other hand to scratch his armpit. Murdoc smiled and let his tongue loll from his mouth.