*Friends yelling in the distance* Finish your other Gorillaz fanfic before starting a new one!

Yeah...no. I like the idea for this one better. This takes place in late phase 1, right before the band went off to Hollywood to make the movie.

It was Christmas eve at Kong Studios. The members of Gorillaz were never really big on Christmas, and usually didn't do much else other than just exchanging a gift or two and renting a holiday-themed movie. They never did anything too festive, and this Christmas eve was no different.

But on this particular Christmas eve, Murdoc Niccals awoke in his Winnebago, once again, with a bad hangover. He sat up in his bed and checked the clock. 2:30 pm. Not too bad.

Murdoc yawned and got out of bed. He went into the bathroom and momentarily considered a shower, but decided against it. What was the point? He'd only just get dirty again. Murdoc put on some jeans and exited his winne.

He sleepily went over to the lift and rode it into the higher levels of Kong Studios. His head was killing him and he needed some of 2D's large stock of painkillers. He made his way over to 2D's room and knocked on the door.

"Oy, 2D, I need some a' ya painkillers."

No answer; he knocked harder.

"Oy! Faceache! Open up!"

Still no answer.

Murdoc sighed and opened the door bitterly. He found 2D with his earbuds in his ears, stuffing clothes into a suitcase.

Murdoc yanked the earbuds out of the singer's ears. "And where are you going?"

"Mu'doc, it's Christmas eve!"

"So?"

"My parents wanted me to spend this Christmas wi' them."

Murdoc was shocked, "Parents? Since when have your parents ever cared about you?"

2D frowned, "Since ya rammed your bloody car 'frough the keyboard shop." he continued throwing stuff into his suitcase. "They said it was alright if you came too, though me mum still hates you for bouncin' a car off me head...twice."

Murdoc rolled his eyes. He would admit he wasn't on the best terms with 2D's parents, for obvious reasons. "I think I'll pass." Murdoc shoved 2D out of the way. "I need some painkillers."

Murdoc got a few painkillers, dry swallowed them, and hastily left 2D's room, wanting to leave before he did something else to 2D that'll get his parents chasing after his ass again.

After he left 2D's room, Murdoc decided he needed something to take his mind off the pounding in his head until painkillers kicked in. Time to go bother Russel. Murdoc found the large man in the living room, finishing up his latest taxidermy project.

"Oy Russ, wot ya' workin on?"

"A reindeer. I was feelin' festive. Probably gonna give it to my mom for Christmas."

Murdoc scoffed, "Not you too."

Russel turned to face Murdoc, "What do you want for Christmas, Muds?"

"Vodka." He answered bluntly.

"Come on, why you gotta be like that?"

"I don't do Christmas. Hail Satan, remember?"

"Yeah yeah, but don't you want to spend time with family and friends?"

Murdoc had to laugh at that one. "You seem to be forgetting who you're talking to."

Russel sighed, "You know your cracker ass always has a place in my heart, right next to the ulcer."

Murdoc made a face, but Russel kept talking. "I would take 2D up on his offer to spend the holidays with him if I were you, otherwise you're going to be pretty lonely around here."

"Wot? Why's that?"

"I'm headin home to Brooklyn for the next few days to spend time with some old friends-the living ones anyway. And I'm going to surprise Noodle with a trip home to Japan tomorrow morning."

Murdoc rolled his eyes, "I'm not spending all week with faceache and his parents. I'd sooner kill myself...unless his mum does it first."

Russel finished up his reindeer and put his taxidermy tools away. "Suit yourself, I have to go pack."

Russel picked up the stuffed reindeer and began to walk to his room. Murdoc was getting annoyed. What did he need Chirstmas for? He was a Satanist, celebrating Christmas was literally the opposite of what Satanists do. And besides, he had spent nearly every Christmas alone as a child, thanks to that bastard father and those worthless siblings of his, so he could handle another one by himself. Murdoc went back to his winne and spent the rest of the day drinking rum and watching reruns of MTV cribs.