"Mur… aw hell no!" Russel exclaimed as he entered the lounge.

It was a mess. Beer cans were scattered everywhere in the room with Murdoc slouching on the couch holding another beer can, wearing nothing but his boxers shorts. He looked completely wasted and from the noises last night it was obvious he's done it with another hooker who left sometime ago. Murdoc grinned as he guzzled down the rest of the beer while scratching his crotch.

"Aw hell yeah!" He replied.

"Look at you, man! I mean just look at you!"

Russel frowned as Murdoc glanced downwards and grinned.

"Yea', I know Is' looks good."

"No, you don't!" Russel slapped a hand over his forehead. "You're a complete mess! You've always been and I am getting tired of cleaning up after you all the time!"

"You's thank m' later." Murdoc stated as he threw the beer can over his shoulder. "Gives yer some exercise fer yer big belly gut."

Russel's face lit up with anger. He hated when his weight was brought up to any conversation.

"Shut you mouth, you rude ass punk!"

"Oooohh, touchy."

Murdoc wanted to say more but he knew it was best not to play around with Russel when he's angry. Cruses for having a band member who's stronger than he was!

"I am not going to clean up after you! You made the mess so you clean!"

"WeeeeEELLllllllllllll… Wha' if I refuse?"

"Enough!" Russel barked. "Is it too much for you to be a nice guy once in awhile and do what others tell you to do?"

"Nice guy?" Murdoc snorted. "Nothin' hard about bein' a nice guy. I could easily b' one… if I ever felt like it."

"You?" The drummer laughed. "To you it would be a major challenge! You couldn't last being nice for one whole damn minute!"

"I betcha I can do tha' for one whole damn day!" Murdoc confronted.

Even though the bassist didn't think much of what he just said, Russel got his mind to work immediately when he heard these words come from Murdoc's mouth. He slowly grinned, forming a plan in his head that would really make his day.

"For a whole day? Naw man, you couldn't do that even if your life depended on it."

"How hard can it b'?" Murdoc snorted, still not thinking much over his remark.

"All righty then," Russel's grin widened. "If you're acting so damn confident about the whole thing then let's make it worth a while."

"Wha'?" Murdoc's eyes narrowed, trying to figure out what Russel was talking about.

"Prove it! I bet you can't last the whole day being nice."

"I bet you's wrong!" Murdoc snapped, the alcohol in his mind forcing him to prove a point in everything. He paused. "What's in it for me?"

"Anything. You name it, man. If you can make it until midnight being a 'nice guy' then I'll get or do anything you wish." Russel continued grinning, confident that this was going to be an entertaining day.

"I likes the soun' of that!" Murdoc stood up from the couch, already knowing what he wanted to make 'his' days entertaining.

"BUT…. If you fail and I win the bet I get to use your Winnebago."

"WHAT?" Murdoc couldn't believe his ears. "Yous can't use that! S'mine and no one else's to use!"

"Oh… so you really don't believe you can win. Is that it?"

"Hmph!" Murdoc growled as he crossed his arms, flopping back onto the couch. "I can win 'his easily!"

"So we betting?"

"All 'ight, but if I's to be winnin' this YOU'LL be goin' on a strict diet for a month, mate!"

Russel blinked and thought about this for a brief second. He quickly shrugged it off. There was no way Murdoc could possibly win this kind of bet. He brought out his hand towards Murdoc.

"It's on."

Murdoc stared at the hand and hesitantly brought his hand upwards. They shook firmly and briefly and the bet was on.

"All righty." Russel smirked. "Let's get started. Such as, this room is a mess and since I didn't cause this it would be nice if the one who did would clean up."

Russel amused expression froze as he waited for Murdoc to move. He didn't. He just sat there, scratching under his armpit.

"I said; it would be NICE if the one who did would clean up!"

"Huh? Wha'?" Murdoc finally looked up. "Yer mean we's startin' already?"

"Of course!" Russel snapped. "This bet was to last for the whole day and since it's seven in the morning we're getting started right away. Soooo… someone needs to clean up all these beer cans and put some pants on."

"Fine." He got up and began picking up the cans all the while thinking of how hard this could possibly be.

"And you might want to show a sunnier attitude, man."

"Will you just shu-"

"Ah-ah-ah-ahhhh!" Russel waved his index finger back and forth. "Nice people don't swear."

"Wha'? Of cours' theys do!" Murdoc protested.

"Well, perhaps but not out loud or in front of others especially when someone tries to give some helpful advice so they can win the bet more easily." In reality he just wanted to amuse himself even more by getting Murdoc to act different as much as possible.

"Uh-huh… is tha' all then?"

"No, there is a few more rules about being nice," Russel began counting on his fingers as he mentioned each rule. "They tend to say 'thank you' 'please' and 'your welcome' often, they offer to help out, they don't hit anyone, they don't yell, they don't insult, they give decent compliments now and then, they don't have sex with hookers or with women they just met, and they wear nice clothing."

Fun, fun, fun……

At the last one Murdoc took a look at himself and grumbled.

"You wan' m' to wear something nice?"

"And you also might want to take off that thing around your neck for the day. Nice guys don't wear that stuff."

Murdoc gasped as he gripped onto his anti-cross that he seldom took off.

"This? I can't 'ake this off! It's… it's… my precious!"

"Someone is losing the bet alreeeady." Russel mocked in a sing-song voice.

"FINE!" Murdoc yelled as he yanked the anti-cross off.

"Ooohhh… someone yelled at me." The drummer feigned innocence. "Why would someone nice yell at me? Unless he's not so nice…"

Murdoc turned bright red. This was not what he was counting on. He gnawed his teeth before taking a deep breath. For the sake of his Winnebago he said something he never thought he'd say in a lifetime.

"I'm so sorr' fer yelling. It won't happen 'gain."

"That's much better." Russel smiled as he sat down on the couch to watch Murdoc pick everything up. "And don't forget to put something 'nice' on later."

Murdoc couldn't believe what he just got himself into. This was not how he pictured things to be and cursed himself for drinking shortly before he agreed to this. He could only blame alcohol for this.

………

"Nice enough fer yer, fat ass?" Murdoc grumbled silently to himself as he glanced at the mirror.

It was the most normal looking clothing he could find. He just threw on a red shirt and black jeans and that was enough to last for the day. He kissed his anti-cross before putting it away in a safe place.

"Daddy misses yer already. But I shall return so 'ang on, baby."

After saying his goodbyes he got off from his Winnebago and headed off to the Kong studio in hopes to write more music. He should be alone playing his guitar, hoping he'll spend the rest of his day on his own so no one can come along to piss him off… and if no one is around to piss him off then he couldn't lose the bet now could he? Nothing wrong with writing songs and playing his bloody guitar is there now?

He stopped in his tracks when he heard familiar music coming from a certain lead singer's room. He gnawed his teeth when suspicion rouse. He marched towards the room and swung the door open. Sure enough, 2-D was listing to his CD player with a certain CD that Murdoc knew the lead singer didn't own. But he did. 2-D jumped at the sight of the bassist, knowing he was busted.

"Uh… hey Muds, I was just…"

"You mind tellin' m' where you got that CD?" Murdoc growled slowly.

"I um… it was just lying around in the lounge and I thought…"

"Thought you could steal it?" Murdoc raised his voice slightly accusingly.

"No! I-I just wanted ta borrow it, honest!"

2-D cringed when Murdoc walked over him, cracking his knuckles.

"Borrow it, yer say?" Murdoc said slowly grinning wickedly.

"Ah-em!"

Murdoc's whole shoulders stiffened when he heard a familiar cough and turned his head around to see Russel standing near the doorway, tapping his left foot with an expression that read 'you were saying?'. Everything became tense for Murdoc and he let out a cough and attempted to smile when he faced 2-D again who wondered what was going on.

"M'sorry for acting all rough 'ust now. Must have been the alcohol."

"Huh?" 2-D blinked trying to register what Murdoc just said.

"You can't borrow 'hings if you don't ask." He said in a rather friendly tone. "Yer just took it, mate, and that's not a good habit. If yer asked then I woulda let'cha have it fer awhile."

"You… you would?" 2-D scratched his head, confused. "But you never let me borrow anything bef-"

"'Course I woulds. I'm lettin' yer borrow my CD so enjoy an' remember to return it."

Sometime after midnight preferably. He thought

"Wow! Thanks Muds!" 2-D exclaimed, amazed that he wasn't hit or yelled at yet. "I'll be sure to ask next time!"

"Don't think it'll become a habit…" Murdoc muttered under his breath as he brushed past Russel who smirked.

"You're going to have to do a littler better than this, man. You are this close to losing the bet."

Murdoc ignored him as he walked the other way, hoping to lose the drummer and get on with his plans for today without having to deal with rubbish such as 'manners'. 2-D walked up to Russel still confused.

"What's with 'im?" He asked. "How come he's being so… nice all the sudden?"

"Aw, this one's good, man. He and I made a bet that he should be a nice guy for a whole day but I have big doubts and I know he does too."

"Really?" 2-D covered his mouth with both hands, smirking.

"It should be a matter of time until he breaks down." Russel chuckled. "But it's still early so I don't think he'll hurt you. So you can go ahead and annoy him in the worst way you could imagine."

"For real? Awsome!" Soon after he said that 2-D ran after Murdoc.

"Muds! Hey Muds, wait up!"

"What?" Murdoc turned around trying not to sound annoyed.

"I wanted thank you for lettin' me borrow yer CD. That was real nice of you." 2-D beamed.

"Yer… welcome." He hesitated trying to figure out if Russel was still watching.

"That's why I'm goin' to give you a big thank you hug!"

Murdoc's jaw dropped wide open and was about to say something but was stunned when 2-D glomped him. He twitched, trying hard to resist himself from beating the living snot out of 2-D. After a few seconds later he eventually calmed down.

Meh… s'long he doesn't expect 'm to 'ug him back…

"Aren't you goin' to hug back, Muds? It's a nice way of showing you care."

ARRRRRGGHH! I'LL KILL YOU, FAT ASS!

TBC…