Murdoc woke up in a bed full of women of varying looks. Most beautiful and perhaps all prostitutes. He was careful to climb out to pee, walking naked to his bath robe so he draped it over his body as he slipped in his flip flops to curiously see the damage after the party. Murdoc was not one to wake up so early, but if there was one thing he loved he loved seeing damage after a party. Broken windows and bodies splayed (possibly naked) everywhere was his treat. It reminded him of home.
As he walked downstairs he noticed mostly people from his record company and the occaisional hooker passed out. No matter, he wanted a hangover cure. So when he made his way to the kitchen he entered knowing someone was awake in there. They were fucking with a blender clearly, and he ignored it. Maybe they would share whatever they were making. Enthusiastically he walked on in. Only to find that a woman was in there facing opposite of himself. Ok sure, so it was a she. Murdoc opened his robe a bit more and puffed up his chest a bit. They'd share a drink, have a little fun maybe.
"Scuse me, making a bit of something to take off the booze? Fine by me if your gonna use the blender but I'd just love you to share at least,"
The woman with red hair and the short green dress turned. "Ay Mud, how do I make yer blender work?" Murdoc almost fell over at the sight of her. Her mole was removed and a scar took its place. She looked older, but there were the same sunglasses on her eyes to help with whatever headache she had been facing. Her hair was grown out and she had a few tattoos. She had to have been 41 or 42 by now. Considering she was slightly older then Stuart. She had gained some weight. Not much but she just aged was all. It went into the right places for sure. Murdoc however shook off the urge to stare at her assets and ignored the reverie of old times.
"Paula, this aint yer house." Murdoc growled. He was stern, and trying to sound tough. But with Paula he had found it hard. Out of all his lays, she was the one that lingered in his mind. But thanks to booze, he managed to forget alot. "I know, I'm not what ya would call delusional there Mud." she said as she fiddled with ingredients in the pitcher. Finally she got them to work. "Then why the hell are you here?? Ya can only get in by an invite or being a fuckin cop!" Murdoc snarled. Albeit he couldn't do it very well at her for some unknown reason. Years ago he would have known. Yet he was thirty then and he was fifty now. "Yew invited me," Paula said walking to the counter and pouring a glass of some sort of concoction. She reached in her bra and pulled out her phone. " 'ere. Ye sent this at 12:30 last night..."
Murdoc grumbled as he got out reading glasses from his pocket. To which Paula snorted. "Yer so fuckin old." she teased. He gave her a face she hadn't seen in years. One almost playful. She motioned him not to worry about it.
"Yew said : Hey P! Remember how I said never again?" her voice was scratchy doing a Murdoc inpression but it wasnt half innacurate.
"An I said :Wait who is this? If its Murdoc I got a new phone since we last talked. and that was 20 yrs ago when u blocked my number" the voice she used for herself being over the top and sweet sounding.
"Then yew sent me a picture of yer willy... and an adress. When I got 'ere I saw yew was sleeping so I just had some drinks till ya came out and we reminisced on the porch. Then we went to your room and some other birds flocked in. I was first to git up and that brings us back 'ere"
Murdoc read the texts and saw the infamous Niccals Pickle plain as day on her phone. Paula was telling the truth. Murdoc shagged Paula Cracker all over again. Fantastic.
"Either way, I don't... is that...?" He pointed at her cure in her hand. "It is. Our old recipe...Minty Minnie we called it. She was our baby after long nights of fussing over our shared Daddy issues." Paula solemnly said swirling her drink with her finger. "Its only fair being a bar owner and knowing a few cures of my own," Murdoc raised a brow and leaned on the counter opposite of her. "Your own cure? Minnie was ours..." Murdoc said crossing his arms. Paula looked up from her drink "Ya admit that anything wasnt just yer own? Cause ye coulda fooled me that night..." she said looking back into the Minty Minnie. "I admit that I'm greedy. Always called it my band, my music, my bago, my dream, my livelihood. At one point ye were mine. 'member at?" Paula put her drink down after a long swig. "Would I be 'ere if I didn't? Take a look at me and ask me that question again."
Murdoc looked her over. She wore a green dress with obvious black lace bra peaking out. Her hair was neat and combed. She was slightly smeary in the makeup. Paula looked like she were dressing to impress. But it wasnt just that that caught his eye. It was the necklace. A long silver chain and a inverted silver cross with ruby details on each end of the tails. "That cross...I've been missing that cross for years..." Murdoc was in shock. His hand reached to it to hold. On its back the engraving was still there with his name. "The boogeyman 'imself gave me this cross. I was sixteen and...Paula where did you get this?!" He asked with a genuine rise of tone. Paula looked hurt. Hurt and stunned. "Oh Satan..."