2D was sprawled out on top the bed in his messy room with his arm over his eyes. He felt really pissed off for some reason. One good reason was maybe due to the fight he had with Murdoc over who really was the driving force of the band. With 2D's new found confidence as a musician, he argued that he was the reason for the Gorillaz worldwide success and therefore, didn't want to take orders from Murdoc anymore; he wanted the band to do things his way. Murdoc howled with laughter at even the slightest thought of the suggestion, spitting on the singers cheek.
"Oh why don't you just go fuck off, ya little ponce," the bassist hissed. "you ain't got the brains or muscle for runnin' this joint." 2D gave the Satanist a hard stare. "Admit it ya sod, you couldn't do without me! You'd still be bummin' off jobs back in Stoke if I wasn't here!" 2D sneered, a smug grin spreading across his face. Murdoc frowned darkly, feeling a bit of shock in him as 2D never stood up to him like this. He leaned closer to the lanky man's face and bared his teeth.
"You best watch your lip, sunshine. I've worked too hard to get where I am now," his fists tightened, "you just thank your stars you were lucky enough I didn't leave you out of my plan." The next thing 2D knew, he was on the concrete floor with a swollen cheek. Murdoc had punched him square in the jaw and then left the man to himself. "Another thing face ache, don't get snippy with me like that again." He said as he walked out of the singer's sight.
2D lay on his bed, scrunching his face in anger at the memory of what happened. Why had he never realized what an absolute swine that Murdoc was? He took so much crap from him in the past; he really was nothing more of a passive coward. 2D exhaled hard through his teeth and got up from his bed. "I need a damn cig." He mumbled as he sorted through his bedside drawer until he finally found one. Putting it between his lips he sat back down on his bed and crossed his arms. He needed to get out, go somewhere to clear his thoughts. The singer's musing roamed from his brain to his stomach. Now that he thinks about it, he is a bit hungry.
"The pub!" He thought, lighting his cigarette. He got up and started pacing around his room. "But I don't want to go alone," he continued thinking, wanting someone else to discuss his brilliant ideas with who wasn't Murdoc. "Hm, I wonder what Russel's doin' right now?"
-In the Recording Room-
Russel sat at a desk with headphones over his head listening to his sample drum beats in a demo version of a song called We are Happy Landfill, one of the many tracks written by Noodle. A shiver ran down the drummer's back as 2D's raspy vocals began singing, his voice had changed so much over the years that he was hardly recognizable. Still a damn good vocalist though. Russel continued to listen through the headphones as 2D peeked in through the door.
"Russel? Oh! vere you are Russ." 2D said as he entered the room. Russel gave the singer no acknowledgment, the song in his headphones rendering him completely unaware of the world. 2D furrowed his thick eyebrows. "Oi! Russ, you alive mate?" He volumed. All he could see of the giant was his massive backside sitting in a tiny red chair with his head slouched over the desk.
"Oi!" 2D shouted, slapping the drummer's shoulder. Russel jumped so fast he nearly knocked the singer to the floor. He pulled off his headphones and tried to breathe steadily, clutching his chest in case his heart gave out. The unnerved man focused his white eyes on 2D's black ones.
"'D! Jesus Christ, man! You almost gave me a panic attack!" Russel boomed. 2D felt his anxiety start to kick in as he felt his body shake. Although he knew the giant would never hurt him (on purpose anyway), he couldn't help but feel incredibly intimidated by his large frame over him. Maybe this was a bad idea.
"I-I'm sorry! I jus'…." He paused for a solid minute, "… I wanted to ask you somefink." Russel raised an eyebrow, noticing the singer's slightly swollen left cheek. Another run-in with Murdoc he assumed. "Ask me what?" he asked blandly, trying to squeeze out of the small chair he, somehow, managed to fit in the first place.
2D fiddled with his fingers, "Er, well….me and Murdoc got in an argument cus' I wanted to make some changes in va band, but he had a total fit over my ideas so he punched me, right?" 2D rambled as Russel sighed wearily, "Yeah, yeah, I'm listening." 2D continued on, "So I was finking that maybe, since I was pretty hungry and your always hungry…." Russel grunted. Where the hell was the fool going with this?
"I wanted to know if you would like… go to the pub wif me?" 2D asked nervously, his fingers still twitching with agitation. "I just fought since I have some good ideas for the new album and for the band's future, I could discuss it wif anotha' member over dinner. Ya know?"
Russel scratched his chin and thought for a minute. He certainly wasn't busy with anything else this evening, and his stomach was fiercely shouting yes, but going out to dinner with 2D? It just sounded bizarre to him, especially considering the singer's attitude lately. Why would 2D want to hang out with someone like himself? He ran his hand over his forehead and sighed before looking back at the blue haired vocalist.
"Well, I ain't busy with anythin' else today and I am fuckin' starvin'. Sure, let's go eat." He answered. 2D spread a big smile across his face, feeling giddy that he can finally spend time with the drummer. "Great! I know vis place in Broomfield called 'The King's Arms'. It's got delicious food wif a brilliant selection of beer as well." 2D babbled excitingly, much to Russel's surprise. "Well damn, let's stop talkin' about it and get a move on." He urged, a hand on his empty stomach. 2D nodded and the two men went down to the lobby before Russel sent a text message to Noodle saying: 'Yo Noodz, me and D r goin' 2 the pub, call if ya need me' before they left.