Ali entered the pub and marched straight up to the bar. "I need somethin' much stronger than beer." She wore black skinny jeans, with scruffy military boots and a white shirt with a black tie, her leather jacket was dripping wet from the rain, the same as the day before.
The barman laughed. "Remind me again what you went to hospital for?"
"Tha' doesn' matter, wha' matters is tha' I get a drink. Now!" she pointed at the barman, waving her pointed finger up and down, left to right as she spoke.
Murdoc gulped down the rest of his pint. "Looks like you've already 'ad something to drink, luv." He chuckled.
She looked at Murdoc, pointing. "No one was talkin' to you." Her hand waved up and down, and her head bobbed up and down as she spoke. She turned back to the barman. "So can I please have like… a quadruple vodka or something?" her hands waved up in the air as she spoke.
The barman thought about it. "No." he started wiping a few glasses.
Her mouth dropped. "What! Why!"
The barman shrugged. "Why are you already drunk?"
"If you give me my drink I'll tell you." She smirked.
Defeated, he poured her a few vodka shots in a glass.
She downed it in one, her face scrunched up at the taste, presumably. She sighed, "Just m' mother's funeral." She shrugged. "Go' free food, s'all good. No' like I'm gonna ge' anything from 'er will anyways."
The barman frowned, and poured her a few more shots.
Murdoc couldn't understand her emotions at all. If his father had died, he'd be jumping for joy, skipping into the bar, dancing on his grave, showing at least some emotion, unlike her. She clearly didn't have a good relationship with her mother, but she wasn't happy or sad at her 'loss'. Something about her really did intrigue Murdoc.
"No' like your mum?" Murdoc asked, looking at her.
She turned to look at him. "Sorry?"
"Your mum. Din't you like her?" Murdoc asked, finished his third beer, pretty sure it hadn't done anything to him yet.
She frowned. "What'si' to you?" she asked, turning back to the bar, noticing the small glass of clear liquid in front of her.
"Jus' trying to make conversation. Calm yer tits." He turned to the barman and asked for another beer. It was strange, she seemed a lot more cheery yesterday, though it was understandable, the girl's just been to her mother's funeral. But she did seem a lot more frustrated.
Murdoc smirked. He had now found a new way to entertain himself. He loved to annoy people; just knowing that he could make someone's blood boil would cause him to snicker. This situation was no different. He got up off his stool and advanced towards her, passing the few seats that separated them.
Ali turned half her body to face him, her jaw clenched and her lips tight. "Come any closer, and I'll break this glass and shove it down yer throat."
Murdoc stopped moving, her stern glare was threatening, but he was still pleased that he had so easily pissed her off.
The barman broke her glare, asking for her to pay. She nodded quickly and her hand moved to her pocket.
Murdoc was suddenly feeling generous, for obvious reasons, "Naah, it's 'kay, I'll get this." He reached into his pocket, almost certain than she wouldn't accept his kind gesture, and she would hopefully get a little more aggravated.
"No thanks. I don' accept charity from strangers." She said sternly, slamming the change down on the bar.
Murdoc snickered as she drank three quarters of her drink. "I be' you wish it was you in the place of yer mother." Travelling on hot coal, he prayed to Satan that this would be her last straw; she was obviously getting very frustrated by his presence.
Her head snapped in his direction. "Why don't you just leave now with your pathetic self? And live your pathetic life. And piss everyone else off with your pathetic-ness." Every time she said a sentence, she was move a little closer to Murdoc.
Okay, he'd changed his mind, talking about her mother was now a soft spot for her, he did want to enjoy her disturbance even more, but felt than he did need to be a little more cautious. "You seem a little annoyed, wha's changed since yesterday?" he asked, sounding as patronising as he could.
She looked at him, her jaw clenched and lips tight. She looked as if she was biting her tongue, holding back nasty words. Instead of talking back to Murdoc, she got up of her seat and walked to the bathroom, Murdoc watching her all the way, chuckling.
He was disappointed, she hadn't had a full on blow at him, he was in the mood to have an argument, just to win the heated debate. He stared at his empty glass and asked for another beer. He thought about the young girl, he couldn't decide whether he preferred her when she was nice, or being pissy.
Ali walked out the bathroom doors at a quick pace, facing the ground. She turned around just as she was about to exit. "I'll pay you back for the broken mirror in the ladies toile's." She pointed with her left hand, and Murdoc had noticed a tissue wrapped around her right hand, bright red patches growing on it. "I just need ta get home and pack, hopefully ta move into a new flat tomorrow or something." She mumbled, most likely talking to the barman, but through her mumbles, she was only audible to Murdoc.
The barman just sighed. "You broke a mirror?" he picked up another glass, wiping it clean with a dishcloth. "I can let you get away with glasses, but you have to pay to replace the mirror."
Ali nodded drunkenly, "I jus' said I'd pay fer your shitty mirror, didn't I!" she whined, turning on her heel, and using both her hands to open the double doors.
The doors swung shut, a slight patch of blood remained on the handle from Ali's hand. The bartender sighed at the sight, and exited from behind the bar; holding a spray and a different dishcloth, spraying the door and wiping it clean from the woman's blood.
As strange as it was for Murdoc, he did feel a small sense of concern for the younger woman. He was sure she'd be fine with a bloody hand, but she was intoxicated and obviously had anger issues, or maybe it was just today that she'd seemed very aggressive.
Murdoc gulped down the rest of his drink, setting it on the bar, and exited the pub. Once outside, he looked left and right for a stumbling blonde in the rain.
He saw her walking slowly across the road, a car driving way above the speed limit. Murdoc's instincts kicked in as he saw that the girl could potentially by hit by the car. He shouted her name as he ran towards her, noticing as she didn't respond to the toots of the car or her name. Murdoc ran into her, pushing her onto the footpath, slamming her into the wall along it.
"You stupid girl!" Murdoc shouted. His breath was quick and his hands were pressed up against her shoulders, pushing her against the wall.
"Why would you do tha'?" She whimpered and shoved him off her. "I could've moved myself." She slurred her words out.
"Well you weren't moving!" he outstretched his arms towards the road as he spoke.
"I was." Her words were mumbled as her eyes drooped down.
Murdoc sighed, calming himself. "Where d'you live?" he felt the need to take her home, just because he couldn't let someone with a useful body so easily ruin it, and partly because she did intrigue him.
Her arms pointed lazily to the left. "Somewhere down there… I can' 'member." she glanced down at her hand and frowned, looking up at Murdoc, her mouth hanging open in drunken confusion. "Wha' 'appened ta my 'and?" she whined.
Murdoc sighed once again at his new burden. He wasn't sure if he should take her back to Kong, he hadn't exactly brought a girl back to his 'bago without intentions. He also didn't want to scare the girl, because she'd wake up in his Love Shack on Wheels without a clue, most likely. But what other choice did he have? He didn't know where she lived and there was no other place to dump her.
He decided to go with the idea, even though he couldn't see anything good coming out of it, but Kong it was. "Righ' well, yer comin' back to mine so you don't do anything stupid, blondie." He said as he pulled her arm in the direction of his home.
This feels weird. You're all probably thinking 'WTF! She's completely changed character!' but I can just assure you she hasn't, she's just obviously an emotional mess right now ;) ALSO THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEW! 3 I think you should totally review this chapter and leave criticisms! I really do appreciate em :D
