Sitting in the passenger seat of the Winnie. Murdoc gently turns the chair to and fro, as he feels the mounting boredom pressing in on him from all sides. He sighs heavily and lifts his booted foot, slumping a little further down in the chair, and dropping his ankle onto his knee. He didn't need to be told about the lack of activity. He'd seen and felt it himself. So he really didn't appreciate 2D nagging him about it. On the one hand the Bassist didn't mind it so much. Because the idea of being collared by an industry that is all too happy to bleed you dry, year after year. Was something the old man was eager to avoid. He had absolutely no intention of working that hard for anybody. No matter what the reason was. On the other hand, taking so much time off between albums, did leave him with far too much time on his hands.
"You can only break it up with so many interviews really". He mumbles to himself, and begins studying his filthy talons. Out of the corner of his eye, the old man sees 2D through the Winnies side window. Unexpectedly his mind trips back to his younger days. Back to when he was prostituting himself to dirty old men, down dark alleyways and street corners. 'Just like me I s'pose'. He thinks chuckling to himself. He turns his head and watches 2D walk in the direction of his bedroom and out of sight, visualizing the young man opening his bedroom door and walking inside. 'He's not a bad little chap'. He continues thinking, once again rocking the chair from side to side. 'Just too dimwitted to know when to shut up'. He stops rocking and with an exaggerated amount of effort, pushes himself up to a standing position and walks to the door. 'If it wasn't fer that I'd...'. He pauses mid-thought, catching himself almost about to add the words "like" and "2D" at the end of that sentence. He shakes his head and opens the door instead, stepping out and down into the dimly lit car park, vaguely looking around the large enclosure. 'I do though... Sometimes'. he admits to himself.
A few days later. Russel is standing like a large angry mountain in the lobby, staring hard at the front door. Murdoc steps into the room from the car park and looks up at him. The old man had been having the same dream for almost a week now. And it had begun to grate his nerves raw. He kept dreaming about a very familiar blue haired young man, standing on a beach, The sunlight shining down on a well oiled, slightly muscular torso, with waves crashing in the background and gulls calling from overhead. Every morning he'd woken from the dream and cursed himself. Looking down and seeing that the lower half of his person, had liked that dream far too much for him to feel even slightly comfortable with. So today, after having yet again woken from the same dream, his mood had been pre-set firmly to violent aggressive mode. So because of this fact alone, he had made the decision that the moment he laid eyes on 2D, he was going to punch him in the face. If only because 'It don't take a blind man to see it was 2D'. invading his dreams. 'Not that many other scrawny blue haired morons out there'. He growls silently to himself and moves through the room towards the Drummer.
Looking up and seeing the annoyed look etched into the large mans face. He assumes that perhaps he'd also had a rough night himself. And wonders what it was the American could be dreaming about? 'Hamburgers. Lots and lots of hamburgers. 'Cept these ones are man eaters. Mwhaw, haw, haw'. He chuckles into his mind and feels slightly better for it. Russel vaguely looks up at the Bassist as he approaches, and grunts a short gruff greeting at him.
"Mmmm". Murdoc grunts back. "You look like a man who has just discovered that someone has shit in his Wheaties". He adds, as he moves to stand next to him. Russel growls softly and half shrugs, plunging his hands deeply into the pockets of his hoodie.
"I ordered a new amp 'bout a week ago. An' it ain' arrived yet. Dey said it shouldn' take mo' den three, fo' days". He grumbles in response. Murdoc mouths a silent 'Oh'. And moves off. Heading for the kitchen and his usual liquid breakfast. Russel watches him go and is a little surprised Murdoc hadn't asked why he was back. Or even seemed remotely interested that he was back at all. But he turns and looks at the door again, and decides to concentrate on his missing amplifier problem. About half way to the kitchen, the Bassist suddenly remembers the parcel he had shoved into the dryer a few days ago, and almost stops dead in his tracks.
"Oh dear". He sneers, and chuckles sarcastically to himself. Continuing on up the corridor to the kitchen.
Entering the room he sees 2D sat in his usual spot at the kitchen table, buttering a slice of toast. The Keyboardist looks up and sees the older man, so smiles and waves at him with the butter knife.
"Mornin' Muds". He says brightly.
The Bassist sneers at him and walks over to the cabinet located just behind the younger mans chair, opening it and leaning down, grabbing a bottle of Whiskey. As he stands upright again he remembers he was going to punch 2D in the face when he saw him. But can't be bothered now. So instead he simply slaps him in the ear.
"Wha' did I do"? 2D splutters in protest, flinching himself away as far as he can and rubbing his ear. Murdoc walks over to his own chair and kicks it out with his foot. Lazily flopping down onto it and cracking open the Whiskey bottle.
"D. If I had to explain everythin' I ever did to you. I'd need a few extra life times to finish. Keep it simple I say, and avoid the unnecessary paperwork". He replies, and swigs back the bottle. 2D furrows his brow and continues rubbing his ear, softly complaining to himself. He looks down at his half buttered toast and sighs. His appetite seems to of vanished, and he really can't be bothered with it any more. So he pushes the plate away and slumps back in his chair, watching Murdoc drinking instead. The kitchen falls into an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of the fan in the refrigerator coming on. Both men seem still as statues at times, and anyone walking in might assume time had all but ceased in this place. But inevitably Murdoc would move again, to bring the Whiskey bottle back up to his lips. 2D begins to feel uneasy in all the silence and fidgets in his chair. Momentarily turning around in his seat and looking up and out of the window, to the dark heavy clouds outside. Till the pain in his back muscles, from being stretched that far, nag at him to turn back again.
"Russels back". He suddenly says to the Bassist, shattering the silence in the room and bringing it back to life. Murdoc nods slowly and takes another swig from the bottle, leaning back heavily on the back legs of his chair.
"Yep. I sort of noticed there was a large, fat lump in the middle of the lobby". He eventually comes back at him with. He looks briefly up at the younger man, peeking at him from under his fringe. Then wipes at his mouth with the back of his arm, looking back down at the top of the table again. 2D pokes at the slice of toast on the plate in front of him with his finger, pushing it around on the plate.
"Does tha' mean..."? He begins to ask, but is cut off by Murdoc suddenly sighing loudly in frustration. So 2D shuts up and breaks off a corner of the piece of toast in front of him. Popping in his mouth and chewing that slowly instead. Russel walks into the room, still grumbling loudly to himself. He briefly looks up at both men, but says nothing to them. He lumbers across the room an nearly seem to yank the fridge door from it's hinges. Rummaging around inside for a moment, he re-emerges with an armful of food and heads over to the counter. Depositing it and beginning to prepare his own breakfast. 2D sighs heavily but isn't in the mood to greet the large man. Instead he stands up, picking up his plate and turning to the sink.
"I'm gunna go for a shower". He mutters, dropping the plate into the large stainless steel bowl and moving away again. Murdoc chews quietly on the inside of his cheek, watching the Keyboardist leave the room. He settles back further on his chair for a moment, and almost seems to zone out, thinking. Suddenly and without a word, he drops the chair back onto all fours and stands up, striding out of the room himself. Leaving Russel alone to get on with his breakfast. Russel half turns and watches the Bassist leave, he half shrugs at being almost completely ignored wondering if perhaps 'I smell or sumthin'? But he chooses to wave them off and concentrate on feeding himself.
In the bathroom, 2D is in the shower singing quietly to himself as he wets down his hair. Somehow he'd always found that the sensation of the warm water on his skin, seemed to wash away the feelings Murdoc instilled in him. And it all just didn't matter so much any more. He picks up the shampoo bottle, and squirts a liberal amount into his palm, then begins working it into a lather on top of his head. Murdoc slowly opens the door and pokes his head into the room. Seeing 2D is shampooing his head with his eyes firmly shut, the Bassist slides himself round the door and into the room. Quietly closing it again behind him. He watches the water pour down over the younger mans lithe body, making it shine the same way as in his dream, and he half smiles at the sight. The way the light seemed to trickle with the water, down his chest, stomach and legs. Makes him want to walk over and touch him. His eyes pause for a moment at 2Ds groin, and he stares almost absent-mindedly at his penis. Suddenly realizing what he is looking at and thinking, he comes to his senses and sharply shaking his head, walks with rapid urgency to the toilets. He almost full bodily crashes inside one of the stalls and slams the door shut. Almost as if hoping the sound would put a stop to it all, and he'd never have to worry about feeling like this, or thinking these things ever again. But all he accomplishes in doing, is startling 2D and making the younger man near jump out of his skin. Quickly rinsing the off the shampoo and rubbing at his eye holes, the Keyboardist looks around the room.
"Allo"? He calls nervously.
"Just me Faceache". Murdoc snarls back at him from the stall.
"Oh, OK". 2D answers, reaching down and grabbing the conditioner.
Murdoc leans back on the wall of the cubical and lights up a cigarette. 'What the fuck is wrong with me'? He snarls into his own mind. Closing his eyes, the image of 2Ds wet naked body returns, and his groin begins to tingle painfully with excitement. He snaps his eyes open again and drops his head back on his shoulders, letting it come to a rest on the wall with a dull thump. 'I'm not gay'. He reminds himself, with an almost defeated sigh.
Later that day, Murdoc is back tormenting the Keyboardist in the lobby. When both men are suddenly startled by a roar coming from somewhere else in Kong.
"Who da fu' put my amp in da dryer"?!