Humanity: Woo-hoo! Second fanfic!
2D: 'ey, this i' a yaoh 'an'ic
Noddle: No, no., Toshie. Yaoi.
2D: Yeah. Wot she said.
Humanity: You're forgetting something.
2D: Oh right! 'umanity does no-
Murdoc: The little person there doesn't own Gorillaz cuz I do.
2D: 'ey mudz. Why'd ya have tah do dat?
Summary: It was just another day for them.
Warning: Murdoc OCC, Yaoi
~ Alcohol ~
It was a blurry sight.
Bottles of the sweet juice of Hell was piled on the table and rolling onto the carpet floor.
A small 'clink!' was heard and liquid was poured into the mouths of hungry men.
The women were in skimpy, little outfits and dancing on the golden poles provided for them on the stage.
Money was thrown and stuffed into the lingerie of the girls.
There was one man that stood out from all the rest.
Yes...
He was the mastermind of all this.
Murdoc Faust Niccals
The perfect name for a devil as himself.
He had noticeably green skin and an abnormally shaped nose.
With a great mind and connection, what else could you ask for in a pimp.
He took a drag of his cigar.
Women dancing all around him as he examined the place.
It was all an illusion for the people that were residing in this place.
Once the heavenly haze of alcohol drifted away, they would be left with reality to deal with once again.
Jobs, bills, family.
This was the only place they could escape to for that freedom.
For a taste of ecstasy.
And they would keep coming back.
Again and again.
Until they drown in their own fantasy.
Now back to Murdoc.
Let's just get this clear.
He has a personal couch that he always sits on in the club.
There was a small figure that was not always noticed sitting there next to Murdoc's side.
And if you looked closely enough, you would be able to see that his hand was on the mysterious blue-haired man's waist.
This man was Stuart Pot.
Or more known as 2D.
His eyes showed no emotion.
Or more like, nothing about him showed emotion.
Like Murdoc, he had strange features about himself as well.
Blue hair, black (also known as 'fractured') eyes, and very long legs.
Like literally.
Murdoc pulled 2D closer to his own self and looked towards him.
"Yah okay, mate?" he said in his raspy voice.
2D snuggled up to Murdoc and stayed still.
He took another look at the smoke infested image and saw some eyes on his companion.
Hungry eyes.
He snarled at them and they immediately turned away.
Murdoc planted a small peck onto 2D's forehead.
Yeah.
It was just another day in the slums of London.
Noodle: ...
Humanity: What?
Noodle: too bland. MÅichido yarinaosu!
Humanity: no can do. I'm tired.
Murdoc: That's disgusting! How do ya write this stuff?
Humanity: Pretty easy. I do got a twisted mind.
2D: 'ey Rssel. C'mon. Just do it!
Russel: *long sigh* Hope ya enjoyed...
Del: Review to help a bruther out, man!