Paula woke up with a huge headache. More likely then not a hangover caused this. A lack of pills caused her mental well being to go a little south as well. Her head swimming before she spoke at all. Murdoc wasnt in the room. Perhaps he realised what he did and left her after a few days of living with her. Whose shocked he would do that...
The door clicked open and Murdoc came in wearing pajama pants and a old t shirt with the punisher logo on it. His hair was a mess but he smiled anyways. It was like him to be a mess and just fine with it. "Morning P," he said. Then he sat on the bed before she even felt awake. Paula itched her head and looked at him. Perhaps he was trying to think of what to say next. "About last night..."
"What was there to it? You sleep with me and pretend it didn't happen every other hour since you moved in for fucks sake." She groaned. Murdoc took this to be surprising as he raised a brow. "Did it come across that way?" He asked crossing his arms. Paula scoffed and threw a pillow at him which he caught. "Before I take my pills I just want to say your damn lucky I like you enough to keep you around." She admitted sitting up and popping a pill from a bottle on the dresser. Murdoc itched his messy hair. "Anyway, I jus wanted to know if you remember anything from last night..." He began. "Cause I'm fucking clueless." Murdoc confessed before laughing. It sounded off putting to most, but Paula didn't mind hearing him expressing joy. Murdoc wasnt all bad at heart. "We did it and you carried me to bed and slept beside me." Paula admitted sitting criss cross apple sauce on the mattress.
Murdoc looked admittedly surprised. "Me? A cuddler?" He asked. "Gross, that definitely ain't me. I turn and run. But I have to admit I have vague memory or something of us being like 'at when we were younger..." Murdoc thought aloud laying back in bed with a thud on the mattress. Paula leaned over his face and smiled. "I remember you holding me a lot when I was a younger thing." Paula said admittedly. Murdoc smiled up at her. "Remember when I took your virginity?" He purred. Paula nodded with a voice like silk humming in response. "You were shockingly patient with me," She added as she smiled whole heartedly. Murdoc reached up and rubbed her cheek. "I don't remember a whole lot from then. I'll admit that I probably drank away those brain cells that remembered our time together." Murdoc said cooly with eyes shut. But when he opened them there was Paula. Unamused.
"Don't take it personally," he stated non chalantly. He sat up and stretched. "I forget things constantly. Especially prior lays. But you? Yeah you I remember most of. Don't take it so to heart." Murdoc's black hair shined as he rolled his head left and right to pop his joints and crack some of his spine. "Don't we have a bar we need to run? I sold the mansion last second so I vote that we redecorate yeah?" Murdoc asked. Paula looked surprised at him. "But you suck at interior decorating if my memories of Kong serve me right..." She added. Murdoc shot her a scowl. "I mean there was useless stuff laying around with no purpose. In fact Kong and Plastic Beach looked like the opposite of minimalism which goes against the modern aesthetic if your looking to get in modern customers," Paula added. "Oh so a log cabin themed pub works and my clutter bitch aesthetic doesn't?"
"Well you are a bitch alright," Paula smirked.
"Besides its not my bar technically. My Uncle gave it to me before he kicked the bucket. With no money I couldn't actually improve the joint. So I drank a bunch of the stock," she chuckled.
"Didn't you mention something about Plastic Beach being a mess?" Murdoc asked. "Yeah yeah the grand P.B. I call it. Huge mess of a joint it seemed. Pretty but covered in junk. It suited you," she teased. Murdoc however looked only confused again. "But...you... Know about that?" Murdoc asked. Paula looked at her lap. Now she was feeling abashed slightly. "You followed our work!"
"No I didn't..."
"You're a fan girl!"
"Am not..."
"You really do love me if you followed our content! Ha!"
Murdoc cackled as Paula hit him with a pillow repeatedly but this only continued to delight him. "You said you hated us but you still bought the records didn't you?! What a riot!"
"Actually I downloaded them illegally because fuck you!" Paula grinned as she had him pinned on the bed. Her cruel grin striking some form of arousal in Murdoc's heart. All things considered, for an ex girlfriend she's a damn good friend. Letting me live here and sleeping with me, being able to listen to my ramblings and talk to me...to just be here. Feels nice.
Murdoc realised Paula had him pinned down for a good minute. Perhaps he was enjoying this a little too much. Paula was still probably interested in seducing him again to fall for her after years of being interested in what the band was doing. Murdoc shivered and grinned further. "I bet you're out to get revenge on us by doing this...you wanna fuck my mind but you won't. I won't let you," Murdoc admitted still smiling devilishly. Paula flashed him a smile. "Know what? I was convinced you were trying the same thing." Paula whispered back. "Why did you keep me here then?" Murdoc asked. Paula kissed his nose. "To torture the both of us," she cooed. Murdoc simply rubbed her behind and sighed. "If we wanna drag ourselves through emotional hell I guess we may as well just have to pick up where we left off no?"
Paula sat up and straddled Murdoc's groin.
"I second the notion. Let's celebrate,"