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A.N: Hey, R&R please…I have a brilliant idea for this story but I wanna know what you think first!

"Which song are we playing first?" Noodle asked as she plugged her guitar into her amp.

"I dunno," said 2D, "wot song, Muds?"

"Let's start off with Kids With Guns," said Murdoc as he quickly tuned his bass, "move into White Light, after that, Feel Good Inc., Russel, I trust ya to do the whole rap part, Five-Four, Dirty Harry, and for some fun, 12D3 to end it with."

2D smiled. 12D3 was his favorite song, he wrote it himself, of course. It was about him and he was proud of it. The fact that Murdoc, of all people, wanted to play it, made him especially glad.

"Thanks, Muds!" cried 2D

Murdoc mumbled something under his breath as he started playing his bass and waited for the others to launch off into Kids With Guns.

The practice went great up until Russel messed up during Feel Good Inc with the whole rap part. Murdoc got pissed and yelled at him for a good twenty minutes while 2D and Noodle talked about a few new songs in the corner, waiting for the screaming to stop.

"Fuckin' drummer," muttered Murdoc as he walked back over to his bass, "messed up a good song."

2D and Noodle saw this as a sign to start back up and they skipped Feel Good Inc. and went right into Five-Four. The rest of the set went well. 2D just wanted to get right to 12D3. When they got to that song, Murdoc noticed a new sort of glee pick up in 2D as he began to sing his favorite song. Murdoc observed him closely without noticing it himself….the way he moved, the sound of his voice, the way he grabbed the microphone so passionately. He didn't want the song to end, but it had to, and it did.

"You better not be getting ready to beat up 'D," said Russel as he got up from his drums.

"Wot?" asked Murdoc coming out of his daze.

"I see you eye-in' 'D," said Russel.

"No, I'm not!" defended Murdoc, "why in the bloody 'ell would I be doing that?"

"Perhaps you are waiting for him to mess up, Murdoc-san," suggested Noodle, "so you can beat the living daylights out of him. It's typical too… a song that we barely practice. We can all see what you're up to."

Murdoc looked around. Is that what they honestly thought? And did he really have such a predictable personality? And..

Hell! He was Murdoc! Why was he caring what his stupid band thought? Plus, the little girl, why the hell should her opinion count! He didn't take crap from anyone!

"Shut up, you lil' snot!" Murdoc yelled at Noodle.

"'ey!" snapped 2D, "Don' talk to Noodle like tha'!"

"I'll talk to 'er any way I fucking want to!" screamed Murdoc as he slammed his bass down onto the floor.

Noodle looked up at Murdoc then over to 2D.

Please, please… she thought don't fight over me.

2D stood silent and looked over at Russel. Russel looked down at the trembling Noodle.

"So…" said Russel uneasily, "I guess this means practice is over?"

"Bloody 'ell, it's over," growled Murdoc. "You are so dunce sometimes, you tub of lard!"

"Hey, man," said Russel approaching Murdoc, "that isn't cool at all."

Murdoc looked around. He had the whole rest of the band against him. He knew that Russel would defend Noodle over him, easily. He loved Noodle like a little sister and if he gave her any crap, Russel wasn't afraid to break his neck. 2D on the other hand, well, he could beat the crap out of him, like usual, and the day would go on. But that damn Asian girl…she seemed to be on to something, even though she was guessing all wrong. She always had a way of knowing things before anyone else.

"Ok, tha's it," said Murdoc stomping out of the room, "I'm going drinking. Don' expect me back any time soon!"

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"An' then she says," Murdoc said in a drunken slur to the bar tender," she says…" He stopped. Honestly, he couldn't remember what Noodle had last said. He slumped over and rested his forehead on the bar counter. "Gimme 'nother."

There was a slight thunk as the bartender put a shot of, well, whatever Murdoc had been drinking for the past couple of hours onto the counter.

"She said, 'Perhaps you are waiting for him to mess up, Murdoc-san, so you can beat the living daylights out of him. It's typical too… a song that we barely practice. We can all see what you're up to,'" said the bartender.

"Wot?" asked Murdoc, "'Ow'd ya know?"

"You've only told me seven times," she sighed.

Wait…Murdoc thought. She? Yes…that was a female voice.

He looked up. It was a women, a very pretty one too. Kinda young though. Why hadn't he noticed her before? He licked his lips and downed the shot.

AAhhh… thought Murdoc Even prettier now.

"You know," she said cleaning out a glass with a towel, "for some multimillion dollar rock star, you sure do pick shitty places to go."

"Wot?" asked Murdoc, trying to actually understand and take an interest in her for…certain reasons.

"This is a shitty hole-in-the-wall tavern," she explained, "you could be at some cracked-up fancy place getting the best shit around."

"Sure do cuss 'lot," noted Murdoc.

She gave him a smile, "I figured you wouldn't mind."

"So…uh…" he was trying to think of something to say, really, "whyddya work 'ere?"

She didn't respond, instead she was off helping another costumer that had just sat down.

He ran a hand through his black shaggy, and let's not to forget to mention extremely greasy hair. His hands were going numb as he reached into his coat pocket and fumbled around for a cig. Finally, he got one. He placed it in his mouth and began searching through the rest of his pockets for a lighter. To his despair, he had none.

"'Ey!" he yelled at the bartended. "Need a lighter!"

She glanced over at him with an annoyed look and held up her index finger signaling for him to wait for a moment.

"But I need one NOW!" Murdoc yelled, slamming his fist with the grotesque nails on the counter.

This caught her attention. She grabbed a lighter off of one of the back shelves and walked over to him.

"This what you wanted?" she asked.

Murdoc eyed the lighter and nodded. She offered the lighter to him and just as he went to reach for it, she snatched the cig from his mouth, lit it herself, and took a deep drag.

"Even your cigarettes are crappy!" she claimed after she exhaled the smoke. "God, you're no rock star at all. Murdoc Nicalls, my ass. And to think…I thought you were decent. Now…pay and get out of my tavern!"

The alcohol had gotten to him. All he wanted was his damn cigarette. Pitifully, like a small child, he reached up for it, which was being held captive between the bartender's two fingers. It was the last cig he had on him for Satan's sake!

"Nevermind!" she cried. "Just get out!" At that, she pushed him off the barstool and the Satanist fell onto the floor in a heap.

"Bloody lil' bitch..." he muttered as he sat up.

Finally he was able to regain himself and he started on his way for the door. He couldn't believe it…thrown out of a bar by a little broad. He snorted at himself in disgust. He really was losing it. Why had he came here anyway? Oh yeah…the fight with the band. Which was started because of…? Ugh…he couldn't remember, he was too wasted to think straight. He knew he'd probably fall asleep on the side of the road somewhere. Eh, nothing new to him. He stumbled over to the jeep and crawled in. He shivered for a while even though it wasn't too cold it. It was going to be a long night…

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Murdoc snapped to attention and glanced over into the passenger seat. His cell phone was going off. Great, someone had left messages. He called his voice mail. At first it was just Japanese rambling with 2D and Russel yelling at each other in the background then…

"Muds!" the desperate voice of Noodle cried, "you gotta come back. The place is a mess. Stu-san and Russel-san are blaming each other for what happened at the end of practice when -- but -- and they --and it's all my fault! Murdoc-sama, just call us so we know you're alright!"

He sighed. Stupid, stupid band. He would have left them if it wasn't for their last album and all the success. He closed the cell phone, opened it again and called 2D's cell phone. A sleepy voice picked up.

"'Alo?"

Murdoc winced. He hadn't even thought to check the time. It had to be early in the morning….three or four.

"Face-ache…" muttered Murdoc, "tell the kid it's not her fault. I'm drunk as 'ell and not driving 'ome. If ya need me back so desperately, 'ave someone come and get me. I'm at the tavern…you know…the small shitty one with the bitchy waitress."

"Muds?"

He hung up, tossed the phone in the back seat and slumped over. He dozed off a bit, but not exactly into a sleep.

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Tap, tap, tap.

Murdoc came out of his daze to see 2D, his empty eyes looking at him and his blue hair plastered to his face from rain. Murdoc looked up and him and smiled slightly, exposing his green teeth. He rolled down the jeep's window.

"Been lookin' fir you fore'er," stated 2D. "Been nearly two 'ours….you ok?"

Murdoc chuckled, "Glad to see you, Dullard," he whispered.

2D gave him a blank, confused look. "You're drunk."

Murdoc blinked, taking a second to realize what 2D had just accused him of, "Yes!" he stated proudly, "yes, I am!"

2D opened the jeep door and out fell Murdoc's body. He sat up, now covered in mud, and giggling.

"Wot the 'ell?" asked 2D. "'Ow much didja 'ave?"

"Lots!" exclaimed Murdoc.

2D squatted down onto his haunches and looked at Murdoc, "we need at get ya back…" he said.

Murdoc looked up at 2D's face. Oh yeah…that was the reason why this all started…he had feelings for 2D.

Murdoc leaned over and kissed him.