Author's Disclaimer: James Hewlett & Damon Albarn own the Gorillaz. All other mentioned artists, songs, devices and items belong to their respective owners as well.
2D awoke to the sudden and sharp shriek of anger billowing from below the thin planks of wood beneath his dark futon. He placed his feet onto the coolness of the wooden floor and peered through a drilled out hole nearby. He could not see what had caused the fury of his band-mate Murdoc downstairs: The hole was too small to see anything except for a speck of linoleum on the floor of the kitchen directly below his room. Not that he would've been able to see much anyway. His vision was a blur & he could hear the ringing sound that usually accompanied his morning migraine.
The blue-haired frontman itched his naked belly & did his best to ignore his tightening underwear as he thought back to the DVD Russell had "lent" him last night. In reality, 2D grabbed it off the end table while his large friend rested atop the roof as per usual.
2D's groggy memory was filled with that of exotic dark women working as scientists to experiment on one another. The video had ended with the women winning a Nobel Prize in science for new discoveries regarding the sensitivities of women's skin. 2D enjoyed both the play & story. It was not often that the plot of a porno ended on such a pleasantly positive note.
The DVD itself lay on the green end table by his bed. The Nobel Pair by S.S Ripp glared in white letters under the sunlight of the window. 2D made a mental note to himself to watch it again before returning it to the band's drummer. He also made a mental note to do so by putting the DVD back where he found it; and not telling Russel that he'd taken it in the first place.
The ringing noise in his mind began combating the shrill shrieks on the first floor. 2D wobbled to his bathroom & retrieved a nearly empty bottle of Advil A.M from the medicine cabinet. They had never helped before but 2D was persistent in taking two every few hours. He'd long since grabbed a clear glass from the kitchen to pour faucet water into for the purposes of not dry-swallowing the pills. He'd done that the first time & nearly chocked.
He briefly considered pissing into the clogged toilet but thought better of it. A wad of clean shirts & pants lay atop the commode. 2D pulled out a red shirt with the word Gorillaz spray-painted on it in white & a pair of blue skinny jeans that were more like a pair of skinny capris on his form. The frontman made quick work of dressing himself & heading downstairs to check on the situation at hand.
Murdoc, the band's bassist, sat on a rocking chair set up near the white folding table in the kitchen. He was a green-skinned man with greasy black hair & had chosen to dress himself, again, in his striped T-shirt paired with his own blue jeans. In his clenched fist was a white mug with steaming coffee sloshing about as he shouted obscenities towards one of the kitchen walls.
The bassist gave up on his stream of insults when he noticed 2D's arrival. He took one good look at the singer & grumbled something about putting in a noise complaint before silencing himself with a gulp of coffee. 2D could feel vibrations on the floor. He heard muffled music pouring into the kitchen from the nearby home next to theirs. 2D was not a smart man but he rightly assumed the noise was the cause of Murdoc's chagrin.
"…Face-Ache. Pop over next door & tell our lovely new neighbors to kindly TURN OFF THEIR FUCKING MUSIC!"
Murdoc started off as calmly as possible before shouting the last part directly towards the offending wall. A long tirade of obscenities soon followed. 2D didn't stop to listen as he walked out of the kitchen and & towards the already open front door.
A young Asian woman sat on the porch while quietly playing Monster Hunter 4 on her pink 3DS. She still sported her silky pink pajamas that shined under the morning sun. Unlike Murdoc, she did not seem at all perturbed by the noise coming from next door. 2D rested his hand on Noodle and whispered a soft morning greeting to her. They hadn't spoken much since the night of the "Strobelite" shoot. Both agreed what happened that night had been a mistake, but 2D knew he & his female band-mate would not enjoy the same closeness they did before.
The coolness of the morning air brought him out of his thought. He remembered why he'd even left his him for the open air in the first place. He quickly made the short trip over to the nearby neighbor's town-home. The front door was chipped yet had a fresh coat of black paint still dripping onto the porch. The doorbell next to it was nothing more than a broken mess of wired tied together by a rubber-band.
Normally, a person would leave at this point and maybe try again once the paint was dry. The frontman-singer & all around resident pretty boy took it upon himself to instead jiggle the door handle. He was in no hurry to return to Murdoc with bad news. The door immediately swung outwards! The sudden movement shocked 2D & his face met black paint and chipped wood before his butt greeted the porch's greasy pavement.
The tan face of a petite woman peeked around the door to stare at the fallen singer. He tired brown eyes scrutinized his now dirty appearance.
"Are you the pizza guy I sent for?"
She asked while staring at his bare feet. She bit her thin pink lip while glaring angrily at him. 2D felt a twinge of worry for the unknown pizza man if he were to show up later. The singer quickly shook his head.
"Excuse me miss? I'm your neighbor. Umm. Stu. I'm Stu."
He was flummoxed upon not being immediately recognized. Despite the paint covering him, 2D was certain his band was a household name. The girl shifted away from the door. Beneath her face and long shaggy black hair was a cut-up Offspring T-shirt that now served as a midriff. 2D's eyes wandered lower to see the beginning of a pregnant belly stretching out a pair of thick grey sweat pants.
"If you're not my pizza guy, then get off my porch."
She mentioned quickly to him in a sharp & impatient tone.
"M-MUSIC! Too loud. Turn it down?"
2D blurted out in the squeaking voice reminiscent of when he'd gone through puberty. That seemed so long ago now. The unfaltering nerve he may have once had died down once his eyes met with the glared of the petite pregnant woman. If she had shown any signs of relenting her piercing gaze, then it had been abstruse to the singer.
Nevertheless, she held out her hand for him & helped him to his feet. In the only second she took to blink, she introduced herself as Siren. It sounded fake but 2D wasn't here to judge. 2D's mind was still reeling though as she pulled him inside her home and muttered something about a towel; nothing, in that moment, was passing her lips about lowering the music.
Cee Lo Green's "Fuck You" greeted 2D's ears in earnest unwelcome shouts as he shot the door behind him. His bare feet felt good on the linoleum of the foyer. His senses of vision, what he could manage in his migraine-induced blur, were immediately put into question as he noticed the lack of walls between rooms in the house. In fact, the only divider was a wooden floor that once indicated the beginning &end of a hallway.
Siren quickly disappeared up the stairs situated in the corner of the back wall. 2D found himself confused & alone as he took time to survey his unusual surrounding. To his left was an old fashioned kitchenette that seemed to have hopped out of a 1950's commercial. To his right was a modern living room with a posh beige corner sofa & a small brown coffee table.
Atop the coffee table was a bulky black camera with a thick black strap laying atop it. 2D knew expensive when he saw it & this camera definitely fit the bill. He felt a strong urge tug him towards the camera. Similar to how a child has that thrill of knowledge when they are about to do something sneaky. He soon found his long slender fingers wrapping around the still warm device.
The music died away just as two beautifully recognizable women came down the stairs & found their own places on the couch. Both of them sported satin nightgowns beneath pink chiffon robes & loose bracelets that loose gold bracelets that dangled from their ebony wrists. If it were not for the braided hair of one woman; 2D would've considered the beautiful pair twins. 2D, however, did recognize these women in an instant. They were the lesbian couple from Nobel Pair.
The woman with the long unbraided hair looked over to him with curious green eyes that matched the confused expression of her sofa-partner. 2D, for his own part, could not do more than fumble with the camera as he tried to fathom what was happening. His morning's fanciful thoughts about their Nobel Pair antics had not yet let up on their physical effect upon his hardening genitalia.
His world suddenly went black as he felt something fall upon his head. His stone grip on the camera became loose as something brushed atop his fingers. The camera dropped in his confusion and plopped into a pair of waiting tan hands. As he lifted the towel from his face as though lifting a veil, a vision of the living room once again came into his sight. However, this time Siren was now in the picture. She was carefully placing the camera around her thin neck with great care.
Siren motioned for one of the women to come to her & she did so in silent compliance. The two made quick work of some communication between just each other in whispered words. The woman next to Siren then rolled her eyes before stampeding out the front door as 2D continued to watch in confusion.
"Alexa, no shoot today. Jimmy quit and I need to look over the penile shots to choose a new pizza guy."
Siren exclaimed in nonchalance to the other woman still resting her ebony legs & back on the cushion of the sofa. Unlike her partner, she let out a sigh in seeming-relief. The young woman mumbled something about that being better for Siren's baby while she twirled one of the braids in her hair between her thumb and forefinger. 2D had monetarily forgotten about his unusual neighbor's baby bump. He was still trying his best to process the events transpiring right in front of him.
"Well, I will only be a little less busy. I need to get some rest soon since the agency is sending over a guy in character-dress for a test-shot on the abdomen. They're worried it might be uneven so they want to see if he can work with camera angles. "
Siren told the woman firstly.
"Can you turn the radio back on when you get dressed upstairs please? Not too loud though. I have new neighbors apparently."
Siren motioned over to 2D & rolled her eyes. The woman had begun to survey him after that and began to survey him with a lecherous smirk upon her face as she imprinted his image into her mind from his messy hair to his dirty toes. 2D had no doubt in his mind that she definitely liked what she was seeing.
He found himself imagined the woman snaking her hands around his waist & nibbling the lobe of his ear. In reality, she was stripping down to her black lacy lingerie right in front of him. I t was not long before she made her way upstairs & out of 2D's fantasy. 2D heard a chuckle come from Siren's lips. In his fantasizing about the porn star, he had unzipped his pants and began fondling himself in front of the two women without having noticed it himself. He was too used to seeing her on the DVD playing in the safe privacy of his own room. Siren was chuckling and looking directly at his deeply semen-stained briefs.
"You can clean it up with the towel your clutching. Keep it. Consider that towel and Alexa's little show your house warming present."
Siren managed to say before curling up on to the sofa & closing her eyes. 2D felt both embarrassed & perplexed. He had not expected such a mundane response to his actions from her. Siren fell asleep. 2D took note of the baggy black circles under his new neighbor's eyes. His own black sockets once again leered over Siren's swollen belly. A soft smile tugged at his lips just as a muffled MC Hammer's "Too Legit" struck his ear at an agreeable volume.