Murdoc knew he could be somewhat of a prick and over dramatize on a lot of things but the boy was an eye sore. Eyes a brilliant shade of blue that equaled to the tone of his hair but that seemed to be the only attractive feature on the young male. Not that it really mattered. Lanky limbs and a scrawny arse. His over all appearance resembling a stick figure. Simply dressed in jeans, high-top Converses', and a black work tee.

Nothing special. But.. amusing?

Hearing the commotion the azure haired teens boss appeared out of thin air from behind a wall of envelopes giving the troublesome customer an unappreciative glance before, in the most polite fashion, asking the man to leave. The stout man shivered in slight intimidation at the sight of the aggressive man then looking to Stuart, hoping the other wouldn't try anything to fend off the other for mocking or annoying him in some fashion. The teen was known for flying off the handle at inopportune times.

Murdoc just watching with a smug smirk. 'That's right.. submit pretty boy..'

Knowing his place, though against his will, Stuart let out an agitated sigh, slinking into the stool he'd been keeping warm with folded arms and a puffed out bottom lip his eyes roaming the floor for a possible distraction. The grungy man rolled his eyes from the shooing motion of the shorter man, getting a small form of enjoyment from tormenting the cashier here. He figured the little freak deserved it. But, for his own sake in not getting arrested again, he supposed he would end make his leave.

'I'm a normal nineteen year old.. What's so wrong with me.. and how I look?' Stuart scrunched his nose in the swarming heap of growing annoyances, a hint of self conscience hindering, watching the rude bloke in a silent rage. A slight shrug could be seen before the man with onyx locks made his leave no longer hesitant but biting back the urge from running back in, grabbing the little shit by the collar and pummeling his face with gritty knuckles and whatever else Murdoc could use as a weapon against his foe. A small chime that once welcomed him sounded again the door closing. Shivering slightly from the abusive chill he looked around not seeing any of his chums around to further there delinquency. Maybe that was both a good and bad thing. Before hand he'd hoped to just come into little shops here and there for the fuck of it but he certainly didn't anticipate meeting that little sod. No, Murdoc would toy around just for shit's and grin's but until then the closest bar would tend to his newly forming case of boredom.

Stuart growled watching out the front windows his upper lip curling in a defiant sneer unfolding his arms some. The smaller man with a glum expression next to him glanced around the store before pressing a defeated hand to the nearest wall for support. He really would be at a loss if his employee tried anything but thank god, he didn't. He had enough for one day.

"You can go ahead and start cleaning up Stuart.."

After some brief sweeping and cleaning what little mess there was in the floor, indoor window cleaning, and locking all the doors up tight he smiled happy to finally being off work and said farewell to his boss. Leaving the small store he inhaled deeply enjoying cool scent of the outdoors and light aromas of city life. Walking along the road he pulled a pack of fags retrieving one and lighting it to satisfy him on his walk home. His lungs craved the smoke, this new addiction of making the world he lived in seem a little nicer. In some sort of mental way he suppose. Pushing past the strong gust of wind that swept through the narrow street Stuart muttered cursing the weather before looking up and the bar down the road a few streets away from his flat.

'Eh.. Maybe a drink wouldn't be so bad.' He grinned a full set of pearly whites holding the cigarette between his canines. He'd just started living on his own after being dispatched by his mum for his new habit but over all both of his parents attitudes about his leave were surprisingly surpassing neutral. He figured he'd be stuck home all his life but some grace of God he made it out alive. Now, he could come and go as he pleased which would come in handy in more ways than one eventually.

By the time he reached his desired location he finished off his fag flicking it away carelessly before pushing open the thick door to a vast and dimly lit room full of more shady looking characters like the one he'd encounter earlier. The memory of the grotesque man brought the flooding rage from earlier and he wrinkled his nose trying to forget all about the bastard. He wouldn't see him again anyway, highly likely anyway.

Who the hell came into the store for no apparent reason, acting like a complete dick and then leaves feeling smug for annoying everyone there? Honestly, even if it was just him and his boss there was no reason to act like an ass. Quickly walking toward the bar he sat up top the high bar-stool, resting his elbows on the hard plastic that covered the bar counter his chin settled in his palms, thoughts still in a defensive state. 'I swear if I ever see him again..'

The bartender approached him smiling wide. She looked to be middle aged but had a nice rack in her black v-neck blouse and blonde haired tied in a bun. Over all she looked nice but the one thing that killed her over all appeal was the thick layer of makeup that masked her natural beauty. All of that foundation and mascara really was unnecessary. That's one thing that always puzzled him about females, they always caked that mess on themselves, convinced it made them look better. That was another thing that bothered his mum, still not having a girl by his side. But really, out of the majority of them it was hard finding someone natural and... normal? Overall, he'd get horny from time to time and screw around but commitment was not on his 'to-do' list. Unfortunately. Besides, he played for both teams. Not that his mum needed to know that.

"What would you like luv?" She smoothly said her hungry eyes roaming over his youth. Dragged from his thoughts he smirked, 'What a cougar..' Stuart snorted at his internal observations and spoke trying to sound as smoothly as the other had, "Oh just a bottle of Stella.." He gave a dashing smile earning a giggle from the over aged woman.

"Once sec then." She winked, turning and doing a small strut before disappearing behind the wall of alcoholic assortments. A wolf whistle came from a bloke at the end of the bar watching her retreat. There as something else that made him annoyed, pigs. He knew he was possibly considered a 'pig' too, just for the sole fact of his genitalia, but truth be told, he hated ass slapping pricks too.

Blue eyes narrowed and he sighed. Really, he was suppose to be here having a good time and the only thing that was clouding his judgement was.. judgement. Just that. Spinning his seat around he faked a smile the action disappearing as soon as it'd formed, his azure eyes widening auto-locked to dark ones.

"Ahh.. face-ache.." The overly enthusiastic demonic voice lacing the English vocabulary with a mix of lust and homicide. It was odd, unbearable and desirable. But over all, fear entered every pore of the teen at seeing the man he'd just swore a fist to standing in front of him two inches away from his face.

Only one thought came to mind, 'Don't panic.'