2K special yay! Sorry if I come on and off again. I draw fan art sometimes too and I try to dedicate equal time to art and writing.
Noodle knew that the place had music playing almost loud enough to be of a nuisance but not quite. The melodies and tunes where love songs and party anthems. The liquor was sweet and the girls were gorgeous. Noodle went there certain she out did them all that night with a red dress and her hair up in a black top bun on her head. Her eye make up was bright red and faded into orange into yellow, her lips matching, and her pumps almost brought her to 2D's height, but she was still petite by comparison. 2D attempting to match as he wore an opened hawaiian shirt that matched her dress with bright red and orange flowers and black pants to match. On his chest was his golden crown necklace dangling down his exposed chest. He felt shy tonight and with no wing man and he would doubt any chance of women coming to him. Still as he pulled up to the place with Noodle by his side in the car they stole, he was more then willing to go in and get shitfaced with her.
His eyes were greeted with tropical themes. Wallpaper tearing and old glowing orange in the light and highlighted by red. Floors as black asphalt and the air scented of liqour, women, and coconut. Music blasted on in drones as cheap speakers vaguely played Hotel California. 2D felt his heart skip. For some reason he liked it a lot. It was inviting and simple. It felt like Miami. It felt..."Nice..." D said under his breath. Noodle turned on her stelleto and spread her arms gesturing the place. "What do you think?" she asked as her heels clicked happily with each step. 2D was flabbergasted and in awe as he looked around. "I think I'm over dressed," he admitted. His eyebrows were raised and he turned in circles looking at each wall and the floor and the decorations and the music and... and he got dizzy from the spinning.
Noodle was already gathering up two drinks and making her way to 2D. He was standing and staring at the lights and the juke box in the corner. The girls the last thing on his eye pretty as they were. Noodle offered him the other drink in her hand and smiled as he took it. "Its the best in the house. Strong stuff too. I usually take it when I'm bummed or just need to take the edge off or-" It was gone in a flash. 2D was holding an empty cup as he smiled. "I'll buy the second round," he cheered walking to the bar. His back turned to her as he excitedly sat in a bar stool with opened seat by his side reserved just for her. Perhaps Stuart was just as needy for this as Noodle thought. Perhaps even now, he was in need of consollation of any form.
Consolation of any form.
Consolation of any form.
It echoed, as a woman nearly beat Noodle to her seat. The guitarist smirking as she ignored the woman's protest. Noodle simply drank her drink gleefully. This was so exciting to see 2D out again. Ever since Murdoc came back 2D was too afraid to even walk out of his room. Noodle smiled and leaned on his arm, slightly giggly from the drink. "I'm thrilled to have gotten you out of your room after like...a week I think of Murdoc hanging around." Noodle said. 2D was fixated on the tv playing some sort of commercial. Had she been Murdoc she would've snapped her fingers at him and demand recognition. But here she just let him enjoy the tv and the fruity drink of her picking.
Maybe a few minutes pass. Noodle and 2D are drinking and watching some sort of soccer game while they drink countless bottles as Noodle sings along to whatever song plays as she holds his arm. The night is loose and free. The music is older and sweet. The bar tender friendly and the game somewhat interesting. Noodle clings to 2D's arm. Holding him peace fully with eyes shut. No mind paying attention to the screen. It felt fine just to hold him. It was a surprise to her the ordeal was only five minutes before he turned in the bar stool and pecked her forehead.
She smiled knowing that deep down it didn't mean what she wanted it to.
And it was fine.
The door closed and someone she didnt expect walked in. He was a former lay, he was almost as tall as 2D and a little chubby. He was of African decent and a bit younger then Noodle. He was nice but not Noodle's kind to stick with more then a night, but a little hello was fine every once in a while. He was called Tray, and he wore the same hat a lot. Noodle liked him okay. She liked him a lot during one night and one night only. But for this guy he let the feeling linger. And while she may have been over it he did not feel the same. Oh how he did not feel the same at all.
Upon making eye contact he sat himself by Noodle and grinned as though round two were inevitable. Perhaps he had not yet seen her arms intertwined with 2D's own. She smiled back, not risking the first word. Maybe Tray would take the hint and finally get another woman for the night. Noodle was certain at this point he hadn't slept with anyone else since her. She could tell behind his smile that this was true. Before she slept with him it felt so genuine. Now it looked cocky and gross. "You lookin killer tonight," Tray beamed. Noodle felt guilt, and some regret. "Thanks, I picked out me and 2D's outfits so we'd match for tonight," she chirped as she pat 2D on the back. Immediately he took notice then to Tray and gave a polite smile and nod. For all he knew what he was thinking could be totally wrong. There wasn't a chance in hell Noodle would go for him. He seemed to have a disingenuous aura about him that 2D saw as a red flag. But he also kept skeptical, and it was only to be polite.
"Oooooh I see," Tray paused. "So it's a date?" he asked before reeling back and laughing something fierce that made 2D shift. His head swam again. The booze was kicking in and his emotions slowly rose further and further. "Seriously though, I gotta ask cause my friends and I been swapping stories and they've all been wanting to meet you." He subtly said this just to Noodle. Trying to be quiet, but 2D heard quite well. Noodle bit her lip and looked as though she were thinking hard on this one. It being a façade of course. But 2D couldn't see through that. Not at all. He didn't know Noodle was trying to do her best at rising his hopes up to make it sound unappealing and leaving it at that. All he knew was Noodle was contemplating being gang fucked.
So 2D did the instinctive thing and decked Tray square in the jaw. Then grabbing Noodle's hand they left into the crowd and he hid with her behind dancing people. Tray stormed the hell out and 2D was still red in the face. Noodle was stunned, heart pounding, and eyes widened. Yet a grin spread on her cheeks.
Tonight was gonna be interesting.
Hours pass of dancing and drinking. Noodle tried not to think about the moment where 2D did something so out of character. But she enjoyed it. Perhaps it was the liquor. All she knew was this man was being protective, and while they both knew she could handle herself better then anyone else she still loved when a person cared enough to deck a guy in the mouth for asking for a gang bang. All she could do was dance with him for now and ask questions later. This consisted of slow dancing and thankful whispers to the guy she fled with. Despite this place being so relaxed the place was full, maybe it was the love of this simple style. Regardless as Noodle was being danced with she smiled gracuously into his chest. Never minding her makeup might be ever so slightly smudged unnoticeably. 2D had his heart pounding and his score felt unsettled. He had been very upset by the ordeal, yet all at once he managed to surpress it all at once with Noodle in his arms. She was like a sleeping pill in his arms. Lulling him to a comfort. Soothing him as he realised just how powerful Noodle was. For once she isn't the one in charge. I was the protector and I fought for her...
I saved her like she saved me. 2D felt his heart rush and Noodle could hear it too. The pounding in her ear drum. Rapid and yet not angry anymore. Rather focused. Joyous almost. Noodle looked up and saw 2D smiling down at her. Despite the heels she was tall enough only for his bare chest to touch her cheek. Noodle didn't mind the small amount of chest hair tickling her given 2D being older but not having much body hair to begin with. It was fine to her. It felt right. He felt right.
2D kissed her forehead and whispered to her, craning his neck for her. Never minding the spine pain or the crick it would put in his neck. His pain was worth telling her his vow to protect and support her. No matter the cost. Because she had spent a very long time taking care of him up until now. She deserved it. He just wanted her safe.
Noodle felt her heart pound when he told her that. Her knees weak as he held her there. She would have easily fallen. It was unlike her. Feeling so fragile, but so long as 2D and Noodle supported each other they just knew everything would be alright.