Nothing perfect last, sometimes it goes from perfect to shit, then it begins to repair itself only to be broken again.
It had been a couple of days since he had spoken to Stuart, he didn't have the man's phone number and even if he did he was smart enough to know not to call. He didn't know any place he could find him at, so he decided to just let it go. Stuart usually had a way of just showing up again, it didn't bother Murdoc too much.
Maybe if he hadn't walked into that crappy little café things wouldn't have gone to shit. He was bored though, being home was driving him mad, and he couldn't go around his ex-bandmates since Josh was angrier with him than he usually was. Something that had to do with Murdoc hot wiring his car and driving it right into a tree, but that was what you got when you fucked with Murdoc Niccals.
He hated cafes; if you went in too early it was old people, if you went in too late it was hipsters and wanna be authors. Right now was the time that the 'cool' people and supposed book writers were crowding the place, but it was a place where he could smoke so he would deal with it. He was fine until he noticed the bright blue hair at a table near the back of the small building. He made his way over stopping only when he noticed the girl in the chair next to his; she wasn't too bad looking, long blonde hair and fair skin. The thing he didn't like about this mystery girl was the fact that she had her lips pressed against Stuart's. Now he had seen the movies where the woman saw her husband being kissed by another woman, she'd freak out only to find out later that he wasn't cheating. So he continued to watch even though it killed him to just stand there watching this. The kiss continued, he felt the anger boil inside of himself when Stuart placed a hand on the back of the girl's neck as the kiss became more passionate, his other hand went to her breast.
Fuck standing there; he was sick of watching this. He went to the table slamming the palms of his hands down on the table top causing both of them to pull from each other and turn their attention to the man glaring down at them. Stuart's brown eyes widened filling with fear, the girl just stared at Murdoc with annoyance.
"Having fun?" Murdoc asked his voice cold, irritated.
"Excuse me, wot do yew want? Do yew need directions to the homeless shelter?" She asked her tone snotty.
God if he believed in hitting women he would have made her choke on her own fucking teeth.
He turned his full attention to Stuart who was still staring up at him, he looked like he wanted to say something.
"What, what do yew have to say? Know what I don't' want to fucking hear it, I'm done." He turned and left.
He heard the sound of shoes hitting against the tile floor, he walked faster making sure to shove the door shut behind him. He only managed to make it five feet until he felt a hand grab hold of the sleeve of his shirt.
"If yew don't let go of my shirt I will hit yew."
"Murdoc please, c'mon please just talk to me. I can explain, yew got it all wrong."
He turned to look at him; the look of rage on his face was harsh enough to cause Stuart to take a step back possibly rethinking his approach.
"What did I get wrong, yer tongue in her mouth, or yer hand on her tits?"
"Murdoc…"
"Get away from me, stay the fuck away from me."
He gave it a second before turning and leaving, this time Stuart didn't follow.