Russel stood by the food table, taking turns tasting the savory and sweet snacks, all the while watching Noodle prance around the party. It was just after releasing their first album, Gorillaz, and the band had been invited to a classy Premiere Party. Famous actors, athletes, musicians, and models crowded the house, each one dressed in high end fashions and glittering makeup. Murdoc was already off his ass drunk and swaying precariously between two familiar looking women. 2D was still wearing his virus t-shirt and making conversation with an actor in one of his new Zombie films. There was a lot of moaning in their talk that could be heard throughout the party house.

Russel decided to eat a little healthier for about five second, taking a bite of carrot. After little consideration, he made up his mind carrot cake was better. Despite his food critics, Russel never felt he had much to do at parties. Noodle sat around having people swoon over her guitar playing and Murdoc always had women. 2D pretty much knew how to entertain himself, even if involved starring at walls for three hours. Sadly, he went to eat another chocolate frosted cupcake. Before he took a bit, Noodle was next to him with a sad look on her face. Russel set down his cupcake and picked her up, "What's wrong Baby-Girl?"

Noodle wasn't yet fluent in English, but she was slowly working her way there. "Mudsie and Toochi..." she rambled off more in mixed English- Japanese.

Russel had gotten used to her mixed speech and deciphered something about women. "Just don't look and you won't have to see. I've seen more on Mudz than I ever want to see..."

She shook her head. "Russ. Like Mudsie and Toochi. Girls."

After thinking on what she said a minute, he understood what she was trying to say. Russel set the small guitarist down. "Baby-Girl, I don't need a girlfriend. Or whatever Murdoc get's himself into every night."

Noodle frowned at him for a second, before getting distracted by several guitars hanging on the wall. She walked away to go look at them and Russel at his cupcake thoughtfully. Maybe i should get me a girl. Hell, if Murdoc Niccals can get women to like him, so can I.
he scouted the snack table again, this time for someone to talk to, preferably female. And so the search began. Russel was quite the social butterfly that evening, hoping from cluster to cluster or people, receiving compliments on his performances in his first album with Del, making jokes on Murdoc's behalf, and answering questions about the next album. He even tried dancing, which didn't go over well and mostly he bobbed his bald head up and down to the beats of Clint Eastwood, the most requested song that night. Still, Russ hadn't made much project in finding a girl. After all his socialite behavior, he just had to admit he wasn't a chick magnet like Mudz and 2D.

So, Russel sauntered back to the food table to eat when he saw her.

Noodle wasn't the happiest person in the world that night. Parties were never her forte, especially since she was so young. Almost everyone there was drunk and dancing. Famous people walked around, ignoring her for the most part. At the first party they attended after the making of Clint Eastwood, she had expected one of her Band-mates to stay with her. But Murdoc had other plans at parties, 2D got distracted by little things and couldn't keep very good tabs on her, and Russel flirted with the food table the entire time. Usually she sat around and played the guitar or tried to speak with the other celebrities that could speak Japanese.

Eventually, she's grown to resent her band-mates after every party. She'd get hostile for days after a party, not talking, staying in her room and purposefully strumming wrong chords on her guitar when it was plugged into the amp, hid Murdoc's booze, ate Russel's cookies, and even put 2D's zombie DVDs in the wrong cases. What made it even more frustrating was they didn't understand why she did it. In those times, she'd swear to herself that one day she'd happily float out of the band, leaving them in their miserable little parties.

Though, that night, she decided instead of getting irritable with her band-mates, she was going to help them. Maybe if she went about being nice to them and helping them, they'd spend more time with her. Or at least not let her be bored for hours at a party with nothing to do.

Being a kid still, Noodle had mindless intuition as to what was going on at Kong. Russel, she knew, was lonely. He loved having her around for company and someone to care for. And 2D to watch movies with or even Murdoc to argue with. But he was lonely. he hardly talked to anyone outside of Kong and he never had lady friends like Murdoc or 2D. hence, Noodle's first goal was to get Russel a girlfriend.

As for Murdoc, he wasn't happy. This was pretty obvious. He beat 2D, got drunk more often than not, preferred to stay alone in his Winnebago rather than associate with the rest of the band, plus his hobbies included sex and not showering.

2D was always a bit out of it. no matter what happened between he and Murdoc, he never fought back. he spent time in his room, treating his addiction to pain pills and trying to keep out the sun.

Looking at all of their situations, Gorillaz seemed pretty effed up. So, to begin, Noodle spoke to Russel.

Murdoc liked parties. No, that's not right. Murdoc loved parties. He danced to them, always got roaring drunk and woke up with the hottest, most famous babes the next morning. In addition to that, the bigger the parties he attended, the more widely known Gorillaz became. Though recently, he wasn't feeling it. Maybe it was because of the swelling in his balls that hadn't been quite right since the Clint Eastwood video. Either way, he hadn't been in the best of moods lately. Which was odd since tonight was the biggest night of his life thus far. Gorillaz first album! They'd make millions!

A blonde on his left side kissed his neck.

He had everything he could want! But there was something missing. His eyes drifted over to the Gorillaz lead singer who was exchanging grotesque faces with an actor.

The brunette to his right kissed him on the mouth, sucking on his extremely long tongue.

The bassist watched 2D approach a woman with short dark hair, her eyes looking him up and down with increasing interest. Murdoc glared for a minute, There's something missing in that picture. He thought inspecting the singer from a distance. My dick.

Murdoc made a face at his own thoughts before the redhead in front of him began grinding her ass on his package.

I think we're done here, The Satanist mused before wrapping his arms around the women and stumbling out to the Geep.

2D had spent most of the night speaking with different actors and actresses from his favorite movies. All of them had complimented his singing in Clint Eastwood which had been playing nonstop all night. Overall, he was pretty happy. Noodle had come in with him, but he hadn't seen her in a while. Russel had made some friends and Murdoc seemed pretty preoccupied with three women dancing on him.

Grabbing beer off a drink cart, the singer bobbed his head to Clint Eastwood. It almost described exactly how he felt. 2D always felt a little out of place at big parties. He wasn't bad with women, but his libido had been down since the incident with Paula and Murdoc. Conversation with strangers wasn't easy to begin with, but whilst on so many painkillers and chronic migraines he spaced out while talking to people when the topic wasn't totally enthralling. usually, the singer threw back a couple of drinks and enjoyed the music.

But tonight was different. His head wasn't hurting him as much and he's successfully made conversation with someone about a zombie film. Without thinking twice, he strode up to a pretty looking girl.

"'ello love." he said to her.

"Hello... 2D?" she inquired with an American accent.

"Yew can call me Stu. An' what's your name then?" he asked, his confidence gaining by the second.

She smiled openly, "Drew."

"Yew fancy a dance with me Drew?"

Her smile deepened, "very much so Stu."

2D grasped her hand and pulled her to the dance floor. Once there 2D felt it would have been a mistake to ask anyone but Drew for a dance. She had moves unparalleled by society. Every motion was improvised with just the right amount of gusto 2D couldn't help but see her as sexy. After a few songs of exerting dances, 2D stopped for a smoke.

"Where'd yew learn to dance like that?" he asked her, blowing out smoke.

Drew sipped a glass of vodka, "I'm a professional background dancer."

2D turned pink, "That makes sense. Is yew flexible an' stuff?"

She turned to him seductively, "We could keep dancing and you can find out."

Immediately 2D snubbed his cigarette and ventured back out on the dance floor. They'd stopped playing Gorillaz music and had switched to more party-like dance songs while the bluenette and dancer became more intimate. Drew's hips squirmed in Stu's hands, their embrace so close he could hardly breathe. She brought her lips up to his neck, sucking on the skin. Suddenly, things went downhill. A shooting pain went through 2D's head and he gripped Drew's ass for support. She misinterpreted that as an advance, pulling his mouth to hers restricting 2D's air even more. Unable to breathe, Stuart Pot collapsed.