Punk, who had spent the evening having a drink with 2D and Russel in the living room, was coming out of the bathroom, getting ready to go to bed when she heard a voice from downstairs.

Murdoc had probably come home from his night out, although she felt like for him it was unusually early. One o'clock. Was he already too drunk to stay out any longer?

Then there was the sound of a woman laughing, and Punk cringed, sticking her tongue out in disgust. Oh, great. He had picked up someone.
And when she realized they were getting out of the elevator and walking in her direction it was already too late to run away and hide, although that was exactly what she wanted to do right now.

"So then that nob was all like 'Oi Mister, you can't do that in a place like this'", Murdoc slurred. You could hear the alcohol in his voice. "... and I realized I was in the canteen of the local primary school, that I was probably more busted than I thought, and that I had just ruined those kids' appetite."

Again his words were followed by female laughter, then they came around the corner and Punk suddenly stood in front of her band mate, who was shirtless, completely drunk and shamelessly grabbing the asses of two young women – one at his right, one at his left.

They were not even unattractive. Tall, with pretty ample features, quite revealing clothes and long hair. Jesus, where did this gross zombie find women who were so hot, but had so little self respect? And two at a time?

"Oh, and that is my charming second guitarist, Camilletoe", Murdoc explained, holding on tightly to the hips of one of the women to regain stability, and with a bottle of booze casually pointing in Punk's direction, and suddenly she felt their judging eyes burning into her skin.

She was home on a Saturday evening, wearing a faded, oversized T-Shirt Russel had given her that revealed her legs that really needed to be shaved again, with an unkempt mohawk that sadly stood in any direction but upwards, a toothbrush sticking out of her mouth.

Punk felt her muscles tensing up.
"Fuck off", was the only thing that came to her mind as she stood there, wishing that the ground would open and swallow her up.

"...charming indeed", one of the women commented, before trying to get the bottle out of Murdoc's hand. He was not letting go though, and it sparked the most ridiculous, oversexualized fight she had ever seen. And, surprise surprise, it ended in the two of them making out like there was no one except for the two of them and the other chick, whose boob Murdoc grabbed just so she would know he was not forgetting her.

Punk did not now what to do, so she decided to just stand there and stick up her middle finger. She really wanted to get upstairs to go to her room, but they were blocking the elevator, and she really did not want to get any closer to them. This situation was already awkward enough.

"Hey..." Murdoc unsticked from the woman and burped indiscreetly. "Pardon me. What's with that bad mood, love? Come on join us, the more the better, eh?" He came closer to Punk, grinned endearingly and spread out his arms, probably feeling like the god of generosity.
Just one step further, she thought as she clenched fists and teeth. One step further and I'm gonna kill him.

"Dear? Camilletoe?" And then he went one step further.

Stay away from me, you disgusting, motherfucking bastard! She wanted to spit toothpaste in his face and yell so loudly everyone at Kong Studio could hear her. She wanted to vigorously push Murdoc directly into the arms of his two chicks so they would go down with him like the last pins in a really good bowling match. She wanted to laugh at them. Then she would rush through them, "accidentally" step on Murdoc's fingers and enjoy the ugly little grunt of pain he would utter. Without further looking at any of them she would get into the elevator and press the 4.

But instead Punk decided otherwise. She took the toothbrush out of her mouth, cleared her throat, casually leaned against the door frame of the bathroom and with all her willforce brought the most layed-back, joyful smile humanly possible on her face.

"Nah, I'm good. Thanks though. Have fun, you three." Her smile deepened even further and she pointed at him with finger guns. "Murdoc, hit me up if you need condoms, alright?" She winked at both of the ladies before getting into the elevator, pressing the 4 and waving at them one last time. "Good night."
The disappointed look on Murdoc's face was ten times more satisfying than all the spitting, screaming, pushing and kicking could ever have been.