2D awoke to a slight headache. He rubbed his eyes roughly, trying to adjust his eyes to the slightly dark room he was in. He wasn't exactly thinking, he had just thought he was in his room, a normal morning at Kong Studios. It was only when he could hear Murdoc's obnoxiously loud snoring that he remembered everything that had happened.

He sat up in a hurry, looking around and his surroundings. Murdoc was right beside him, limbs spread out everywhere, taking up most of the small bed. A sudden chill ran through 2D's small body as he remembered he wasn't wearing a shirt.

Murdoc was going to kill him, he was absolutely sure of it. Even if Murdoc was the one who initiated the two of them kissing, and suggested coming to the winnebago, 2D would still be blamed for everything. He could only imagine the beating he'd get when Murdoc awoke. He'd be murdered! That is...if Murdoc remembered anything. They were both VERY drunk, and 2D did have a better memory than the bassist. But that was a "what-if".

The thought of Murdoc on an absolute rampage scared him beyond belief. The blue haired man stood up quickly and snatched his shirt off the ground, trying desperately to throw it on as he flew out of the winnebago.

The sun was already up, blinding him as he walked to the front door of Kong. Thoughts were rushing to his mind at a million miles per hour. How long would it be until Murdoc woke up and went after him? Would Murdoc even remember at all? And then the most frightening thought hit him. What if Paula found out? He'd never hear the end of it, she may even break up with him. All for some stupid drunken mistake. "It's all Murdoc's fault," muttered 2D to himself. He opened the front door and awaited the shame that was sure to come.

"2D!" Russel was on the couch, looking up at the lead singer. 2D smiled sheepishly and waved. He knew he looked like hell. Spikey hair messy, bags under eyes, clothes wrinkles from attempting to put them on so fast.

"Hey, Russ!" Said 2D quickly as he shut the door behind him.

"Man, where'd you go?" asked the man before him. "Last night you and Murdoc just disappeared! Freaked me out!"

"Sorry," the lead singer chuckled a bit out of nerves and sat down beside him on the couch.

"Well where did you go?" asked Russel. 2D froze up, he hadn't thought of what to say at all. He bit his lower lip with the teeth he did have, and looked up in thought.

"Oh, probably went to see Paula right?"

"YES!" 2D said, probably way too quickly. He sunk back in his seat, realizing he just yelled. "Y-Yeah, I went over to Paula's. I was too drunk, I b-barely remember anything though!"

"Right, I shouldn't have let you drink so much," nodded the drummer. "Well, you hungry? I think we have frozen waffles or something like that..."

2D very gently rubbed his temple. "Y-Yeah, can you make some? I have to go up and get my pills."
"Sure thing, man," Russel got up, flashed a grin at 2D and walked off to the kitchen. The smaller man sighed in relief.

"Ok. That went well. We just have to hope everything else will be just as good," The hangover mixing with 2D's frequent migraines was beginning to kick in, he felt anxious and ran up the stairs for his painkillers.

After he had taken his pills and joined Russel for breakfast, he had almost completely forgotten why he was so anxious. Russel was talking like everything was normal, but that's because he didn't know what had happened. He felt relief. That is, until he heard the front door slam open. The poor man's heart skipped a beat, he held his breath and waited for the worst.

"In here, Muds!" Russel yelled. 2D sunk back into the kitchen seat. He really had wished Russel didn't do that. The migraine was beginning to fight against his painkillers, it was almost winning.

"Morning guys," muttered the bassist as he walked into the kitchen. 2D closed one eye and looked up at him. Seemed normal enough.

"You ok?" asked the drummer, noticing Murdoc groan and rub his head.

"This hangovers gonna be the death of me, I swear." Murdoc hissed. He snatched a glass so harshly, he nearly shattered it in his grip alone. 2D saw how rough his was this morning and whimpered quietly. Murdoc simply raised an eyebrow at the singer as he poured a glass of water.

"You alright? What's gotten into you?" He sipped down the water, holding his head from time to time, and sat down next to the other men.

"Yeah, you're actin' weird, 'D," Russel agreed.

"I-I don't think I am," 2D lied and faked a smile. He looked over at Murdoc. The older man seemed to have no intention of killing him. He just looked confused.

"He must've been WASTED," thought 2D finally. "he doesn't remember a thing, does he? This is great!" 2D smiled wide and nodded. "Yep, I don't think I'm actin' weird at all!"

But the truth was, Murdoc remembered everything very clearly. He knew what they would've done had 2D stayed awake. He wasn't at all angry. And, of course, he knew it wasn't 2D's fault at all, Murdoc had started the entire thing. It didn't make a difference to him. He was drunk, and he's ended up in bed with tons of people before. But they were girls...well, can't blame a guy when he's drunk.

"Right. Hand me some waffles then, will ya?" Murdoc asked, gesturing to the plate in the middle of the table. 2D quickly reached out for it. His hand shot forward so quickly, he knocked over Murdoc's glass, spilling the water all over the older man's jeans. "Hey!" The bassist yelled.

"I-I'm sorry, Muds! I didn't mean to-" 2D flinched and began to tremble. Of course, he was expecting a viscious beating. He felt dumb for being so relieved Murdcoc had forgotten everything. Murdoc clentched his fists and snarled a bit, but sighed out in annoyance.

"Sodding moron," he mumbled a few curses to himself and then looked at 2D. "Just...be more fucking careful!" He stood up, and walked up the stairs to go change his pants. 2D blinked a few times. He was slightly confused, not sure why Murdoc didn't hit him. Needless to say, he was happy.

"That was weird," Russel shrugged it off and continued eating.

"Right," 2D said.

And so they went on their day as normal, nothing had really changed. They were about to head to rehearse now, Russel was up in his room getting changed. 2D found Murdoc sitting on the couch alone and he hurried over to him.

"Hello, Muds!" He said with a small grin. The older man stared at him with somewhat of a cold glare.

"What're you so cheery about, faceache?" he asked.

"Um...I dunno," He said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hey, I had a question for you..."

"Shoot." said Murdoc.

"Well...earlier, when I spilled some water on you...how come you didn't hit me then?"

"Was I supposed to?" Murdoc replied boredly.

"Well, it's what you normally would've done...I-I mean, you looked like you were going to, what made you stop?" asked 2D nervously.

"Pft- I don't know. Just be thankful I didn't." Murdoc stood up to be face-to-face with the man.

"I am...thanks,I guess." said 2D. Murdoc looked at him for a second before smiling very slightly.

"You aint half bad, alright? But maybe next time you won't be so lucky," Murdoc placed a hand on 2D's hair and ruffled it a bit before walking away, leaving 2D speechless.