"MURDOC?" Lilian blurted out, aghast. Murdoc straightened up and sneered. "Surprised ya still remembe' m'name, girlie," he growled. "Couldn't get me outta yer mind, eh?" Lillian gaped for another few seconds before quickly composing herself and setting a disdainful expression on her face. "Excuse me," she muttered, trying to gracefully and swiftly push past him. He did not budge though, so that resulted in the woman awkwardly stumbling over. He chuckled.
"So what brings ya to the movies, Lily?" The bassist asked, with slight mocking in his voice. Lilian opened her mouth to say something indignant, but suddenly closed it and instead raised her brows and gave a wry smile. "I'm surprised you remember MY name, Murdoc. Couldn't get me out of YOUR mind, huh?" She said, poorly but humorously imitating his deep, gravelly voice. Murdoc let out another low laugh. Panic suddenly swept over Lilian's face and she started walking away.
"Henry! Oh, dear, I've got to go!" She said frantically, trying to break off into a run. Murdoc caught her wrist and stopped her. "Wait a minute, ya lost yer son?" He asked. Lilian looked down, embarrassed, and yanked her wrist from the bassist's grasp. "NO! I didn't lose him! ...Well, I kind of actually did, b-BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT! HE TOOK OFF BEFORE I COULD DO ANYTHING!" She spluttered, flailing her arms around angrily. "Lemme help ya find him," Murdoc offered. Lilian fidgeted some more, clearly flustered and angry. "H-HELP ME? NO! Why do you care anyway? Just- just go see a movie or something!" Murdoc was unfazed at her shrill yelling, but did honestly wonder- why DID he care?
The bassist pushed the uneasiness aside and concluded he'd rather help her than watch 2D's stupid zombie movie. "LADY, DO YA WANT TA FIND YER DAMN SON OR NOT?! LEMME HELP, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Murdoc bellowed. Lilian narrowed her eyes, then sighed in defeat and pulled a business card out of her purse. "The second number is my cell...If-if you find him, call me," she muttered, handing it to him. The bassist took it and gave it a look. On the top it said "Miracle Dance Studios- Lillian Lleroy, Ballet and Tap dancing Instructor" in elegant gold cursive.
Murdoc gave a goofy grin. "You're a dancer?" He asked, snickering. Lillian cast him a hateful and irritable look before walking off. "Call me if you find my son," she said over her shoulder. Murdoc watched her go and laughed a bit more. He slid the card in his pocket and walked the opposite direction she went, eyes skimming left and right in search for the woman's rambunctious son.