2D quickly decided that the best course of action would be to alleviate his own dirty old bastard self in a quick shower, have a fag, grab a bottle of wine from the kitchen and attempt to get himself to pass out before he did anything else ridiculously idiotic.

Damn, what he would have given to have the girl in the next room up against the wall of the shower, legs wrapped around his waist and moaning his name, her expression lost in the feel of him fucking her gently as the hot water sensitized both their bodies.

It was with this image that he came with a gasp, shuddering with his release and thoroughly enjoying the orgasm while simultaneously thinking he needed to be locked away.

When she'd heard the shower turn on after the toilet flushed, Noodle decided she had absolutely no idea what 2D was thinking. She convinced herself that the awkward moment they'd just shared was a result of him being fucked up, because, well, damned if she was going to get her hopes up.

But whooo shit, he was damn sexy.

When he'd been on top of her tickling her, all she could think about was if their positions were reversed, exactly what she would do to him.

Bad Noodle.

No co(ck)okie.

Ah, Freud. How your slips haunt our poor green-eyed guitarist.

Well when things get awkward, the drunk drink more. So, as expected, drunk minds think alike, and after Noodle had changed into one of 2D's larger t-shirts (she had decided against borrowing a pair of his boxers when she'd noticed the odd, pungent odor that seemed to emanate from the underwear drawer) she'd decided to brave the scary carpark to go in search of more drinkage.

Deep breath.

Open door.

Glance left.

Glance right.

Haul ass across the way to the studio door...

Home free!

Through the studio, to the lobby, up the elevator, down the corridor, to the kitchen, open the door and...

Blink.

"... Er, hello Russel-kun!"

Aw. Shit. Be sober, Noods. Be cool. You're strait.

"Hey girl, what you been up to t'night?" He glanced at her briefly before turning back to the sandwich he was making.

"Nothing much really, just watching movies with 2D-san." She replied, carefully tiptoeing over to the fridge, trying to move as quickly as possible.

He turned and leaned against the counter, sandwich in hand as she opened the fridge.

The large black man looked her up and down.

"And borrowing his clothes, apparently." He said a bit skeptically. It wasn't odd for Noodle to be seen wearing her band mate's tees for sleepwear when she was younger, but it had been a while since she'd worn anything that wasn't hers.

She turned and gave him a nervous smile, her flushed cheeks and slightly glazed eyes giving Russel the idea that she was not in a normal state.

"Well, Russel-kun, you see we were watching a zombie movie, and so I didn't want to sleep alone tonight, and figured it would just be easier to borrow something of 2D's tonight, since I'd be sleeping in his room," she said, carefully articulating her words, grabbing a small container of left over Chinese from the previous evening.

When she closed the fridge and turned around, Russ was right behind her. He took her chin in his hand and asked simply, "Noodle, are you feeling alright? You like a little sick."

She knew her breath reeked of beer. Christ, this had been a bad idea.

She shook her head yes, trying to get her face a bit away from Russel's so he wouldn't catch the incriminating scent of bitter alcohol she knew might as well have been oozing from her pores.

Ah. Too late.

His brow furrowed, a spark of anger igniting behind his eyes.

"Girl, who the fuck gave you somethin' to drink?"

Blast and damn.

Think think think think think.

"I just took a few beers out earlier, I didn't have but two, Russel-kun," she said, pulling away from him quickly. He shook his head at her, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He was a little pissed.

"You gotta drink more than two beers to be swaying like you are right now, girl," He said irritably, noticing her shifting weight. She normally had excellent balance. "Noodle, you don't need to be getting into that shit. You're too young for all that mess... you've seen where it's gotten Muds lately. His ass ain't been outta that trailer sober in two weeks, you don't wanna end up like that, do you baby girl? And besides that, you especially don't need to be drinking around boys... don't ever end up good."

She looked him dead in the eye, then sighed deeply.

"I know you're trying to help, Russel, but I really can take care of myself." She sighed sadly, failing at hiding the disappointment in her voice when she said, "Besides, we all know that 2D-san thinks of me as his little sister. I think I can trust him not to do anything... silly."

Damn.

It had been obvious to everyone but the blue-haired pill junkie that Noodle had begun to harbor feelings towards him. The looks she cast him and the attention she paid to him did not go unnoticed by either Murdoc (even drunk as he was lately) or her surrogate Black Daddy Russ. Russel really hated the fact that she had a crush on the air headed singer, and was not exactly a fan of her being intoxicated around him.

Drunk people always do stupid shit.

Like admit their feelings.

And get their shit ruined.

Because said feelings are either not returned, or are used against them.

Not that 2D would ever fuck and flee with Noodle like that, because Russel would beat his face in and then shit on it.

... At least, Russel hoped 2D wasn't that brain-dead.

"I know you can watch your own back on some things, but Noodle, you're still young, and there's a lot you haven't been through…" He paused, trying to carefully word his next thought. "Maybe it's not such a good idea for you to stay with D tonight."

Noodle could sense that Russ really was concerned for her emotional well-being.

Bah. Complications.

"Russ… I just need you to understand that perhaps it's time I make my mistakes and learn from them. I'm growing up, Russel-kun. I'll be eighteen next Friday, and things are changing," She paused, before she gave in and wrapped her arms as far around the large man as they would go. "But you'll always mean so much to me, and I really do appreciate your concern."

Russel gently hugged her back, feeling a bit put-off, but slowly understanding that he did need to let her make her own choices.

Not that he actually approved of them.

But he hadn't exactly been an angel when he was a teen, and it was due to those experiences that he was who he was.

That's how life rolls.

You live and learn.

And then get Luvs.

With that, Noodle turned back to the fridge, put the Chinese food back, and grabbed the bottle of wine that had been her intended target. Russel turned around, deciding he would rather turn a blind eye.

But that didn't mean he wasn't going to have a little chit-chat with one flighty Mr. Stuart Tusspot sometime relatively soon.

Ten minutes after Noodle had her heart-to-heart with Russ, 2D was busy spending a good fifteen minutes sitting on his ass in the shower, still drunk, but feeling a bit better now that his sex drive was, for the moment, satiated.

He felt like a pervert. He had never cum so hard by himself before.

It was absolutely insane that picturing her sweet little mouth calling to him had rocked him to another world as it had. Imagining himself buried deep within her had almost driven him crazy.

2D was quite concerned.

2D was quite confused.

2D was still quite horny.

This sucked.

Big, hairy, monkey balls.

He pulled himself up, did a quick soap-n-water rinsey, and shut of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist, shook out his hair, and glared a bit at his reflection.

"You're still a dirty ol' fart."

He wrinkled his nose.

"Perv."

Damn it. If he wasn't careful, 2D was really going to have to do a bit of psychoanalysis on his Noodle situation, if only to figure out just what the fuck he was thinking.

Aw. Who was he kidding.

He knew what it felt like to be interested in someone.

And the fluttery feeling he got in his chest from the moment he saw her that night was more than a clue.

Stupid. Git.

He was crushing, at the very least, on a girl over ten years his junior.

Who wasn't even legal yet.

Crimeny.

He turned and opened the door to his room to get a change of clothes, and came to the understanding that whatever deity existing in the heavens thoroughly enjoyed messing with his poor, migraine-tortured, somewhat empty mind.

Noodle was on all fours in front of his bed, ass in the air, stretching to reach something hidden in the bowels of the never-ventured-to land underneath 2D's bed.

His head tilted to the right, his mouth went dry, and his towel almost fell off before he got his shit together and gave himself a good mental kick in the family jewels.

"Lookin' for somethin' Noods?" He asked, pissed at himself when his voice was a bit higher than normal.

She pulled herself up into a squat before she fell backwards, giggling hysterically.

She'd had a good portion of the bottle after her conversation with Russel.

Half(-ish) to be relatively exact.

She was hammered. Little Asian girls didn't hold their alcohol too well.

"It roooooollleddd….under the beeeeeeeed…" …hiccup… "And I can't reash it!"

He quirked an eyebrow at her, quickly pulling out a pair of pajama bottoms and a tee, changing discreetly in the bathroom before coming to kneel down next to her.

"You awright, Noodle girl?"

She blinked at him.

"I'd be better if you'd left the clothes off, Stu-Pot!" She giggled for a moment, then hiccupped before looking at him seriously. "I've never seeeeeeen a boy naked." …hiccup… throw arms above head resolutely… "I've never even been kissed!"

With that she rolled over, stood up clumsily, and threw herself down onto the bed which she had only just been underneath.

"But for now… drank too much. Russ was right… no good. Sleepy time."

She had no idea that 2D had the loveliest view of her white and pink polka-dot panties.

As well as a nice look at the exposed skin over her tan, toned stomach.

She stuffed a pillow beneath her head, oblivious to his presence, before passing out on the center of the bed.

2D fished the bottle out from under the bed, took a long swig, and decided he wasn't ready for bed yet.

He pulled his comforter over Noodle and brushed her hair out of her face.

She gave a light snore and rubbed her face into his hand.

… How could he want to corrupt someone so innocent? She hadn't even had her first kiss!

He was a bigger shit head than he thought he was.

Mostly because he wanted to be her first.

And her only.

Because, well, the thought of some other guy with her… well that just pissed him off.

He sighed, picked up the bottle and his cigarettes, and walked into the carpark to sit outside his door and chain-smoke for a bit. Perhaps he'd go see if Muds was drunk enough to talk to, because fuck, he didn't know what to do about all this shit.

She was so fucking young.

A/N: Story is getting a bit more intricate that I originally planned. Dunno how long it will be though. Sorry it's getting a bit serious, but I tried to leave a bit of humor in there. I've been really quite sad lately, so sorry if this humor isn't all you'd expect it to be. Damn ex-boyfriend is messing with my head. Poop upon first loves. Oh, and don't date anyone in college if you're in highschool. 'Cause mostly, it just fucking sucks. Oh yeah, and reviews are really nice. They've been making me smile when I haven't felt much like it lately. If only to tell me you enjoy what you read, take a second and say it. If you give me constructive crit I will fall at your feet and worship you. I'm off to smoke a ciggy. Adios.

Wine will fuck you up. Six beers plus half a bottle of wine will put me on my ass. Especially if it's all consumed within a two and a half hour period. Talk about drunk.

Next on Escapades: 2D chats with Murdoc, Russel chats with 2D, and Noodle decides what she wants to do for her big 18. Sexual healing, baby. Awright.