It had been nearly two weeks since Murdoc had seen Cameron. In that time, he had brought countless women home with him. A different one every night, sometimes even two or three. They were the usual sort: grovelling, ditzy, obnoxious. They looked at him with a blind adoration that disgusted him. They were like stupid dogs. They uttered the shrill, high pitched moans of low-budget pornstars and tried too hard to be sexy. He could tell that they were fucking him because of his band, his money and his fame. They were phoney, in short, as fake as their cheap boob jobs. The satisfaction he got from them lasted only as long as his climax did, and then he was left with a revolting and bizarre feeling of desolation. He'd often physically throw the women out of his Winnie now, enraged and offended by their presence.

The strange thing was that most of it never used to bother him this much. He used to feel that women were women. They were synonymous, each one a duplicate of the next. They could all be neatly placed into one pile whose sole purpose was to bring him sexual gratification. This was how he felt before spending the night with Cameron. In the past few days, he'd finally come to terms with the fact that he was attracted to her in a way that surpassed a single one night stand. It definitely wasn't love, Murdoc was pretty sure he was incapable of anything like that. But there was something about her long, caramel coloured mane of wild hair, her sleepy hazel eyes and her skinny, charmingly awkward body that captivated him.

However he couldn't deny that what he felt was more than just physical attraction. There was something in the way that she talked and the way that she moved. Everything she did was effortless and carefree. He liked the way that she spoke her mind. Although it had infuriated him at the time, her attack on him at the diner was intriguing. He had always been annoyed on some level by women who were too easy, girls who fawned over him and knelt at his feet. He loved having worshipers, but he sure as hell didn't want to shag one of them. Cameron had stood up to him, and it was not often that someone had the balls (or death wish) to do so. If it had been anyone but her, he would have pummelled them, beaten them to a pulp. But with her, it only added to her appeal. She matched him.

It had been nearly two weeks since he had seen her and he'd finally caved in to the realization that he wanted to see her again. It was about 11:45 pm, and Murdoc hopped into the Geep, hopefully, but not expectantly, heading to the bar where he'd first met her.

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While Murdoc slept with whores and groupies, Cameron had been occupying her time with drugs and one night stands of her own. She'd saved up her tips from the diner and bought enough meds to keep withdrawal at bay for at least a week. She'd been spending a lot of time in pubs, effortlessly seducing her unsuspecting victims. She had to admit, it was starting to get tedious. Tonight, she was at the pub where she'd first met Murdoc. She didn't know why, but that night she'd found herself walking in its direction, not realizing where she was going until reaching the door.

At about 11: 30, she'd noticed a serious faced, gangly young man, probably in his early 20s, seated with his clean-cut and conservative looking friends. He was staring intently at her from behind the glass of white wine he was nervously sipping. From the way he staggered when he got up to use the washroom, Cameron could tell he was pretty drunk. He didn't look like the sort of person who drank very often, though. He wore a cross around his neck. Not an inverted one like Murdoc wore, the one that had knocked up against her breasts every time he thrusted into her during intercourse, but a small silver one, clearly intended as a religious statement rather than a satanic one. He's probably a virgin, Cameron thought wickedly, deciding that, seeing as how she had nothing better to do, her goal for the evening would be to change that. At least it would give her something to do.

Amused at his interest in her, the grungy, intoxicated girl sitting morosely in a dark corner, she beckoned him over. He looked behind and to either side of him before pointing to himself with raised eyebrows. Me? He seemed to be asking. Cameron gave him a sinful smirk and nodded, tugging the front of her burgundy dress down to give him a better view of her chest. He falteringly shuffled over to her, two red spots appearing on his cheeks. When he reached her he opened his mouth, about to say something, but Cameron cut him off with a small shake of her head. She knew before he had even spoken that she would have no interest in anything that came out of his mouth. She figured she'd save them both the trouble. She rose from her seat and led him into the bathrooms in the back of the pub.

The sex was awful, ludicrously awkward and clumsy. Cameron enjoyed herself to some extent despite this and felt an unexplainable satisfaction in knowing that the poor religious boy would likely wake up the next morning filled with regret, praying to his non-existent God for forgiveness. The whole ordeal lasted a little over five minutes and Cameron had been trying so hard to fight the laughter in her throat that she hadn't felt any sort of pleasure at all. The boy had climaxed with a feminine grunt, and only seconds later, his face washed over with guilt and horror. He fled the bathroom, and by the time Cameron savoured a cigarette and re-entered the pub area, he was gone. He was gone, but Murdoc had apparently come in while she was in the bathroom and was now standing across the room, green and glowing in the murky light.

Cameron nearly collapsed from the shock. She quickly ran back to the bathroom to hide, locking the door behind her and leaning heavily against it. She let out a shaky breath. Why am I being such a coward about this? It's what I wanted, isn't it? To see him again? She opened the door a crack and peeked out. Murdoc was propped up against the bar table, drinking a glass of scotch, his eyes roaming around the room. Could he be… looking for me? This was the pub where they had met, but Cameron doubted he'd want to see her again after how their last meeting had gone. She was painfully aware of and embarrassed by how bitchy she had come off.

She walked over to the sink and splashed cold water in her face, hoping to clear her thoughts. It was only Murdoc, she told herself. Just go say hi. You'll hate yourself if you don't. She nodded her head decidedly and stepped back to check her reflection in the mirror. She tugged discontentedly at the dark bags under her eyes and ran her fingers through her unruly hair, trying to make it behave. Smoothing her burgundy dress around her hips and and applying some lipstick of the same colour, she anxiously stepped out of the bathroom.

She was cautious, like a baby deer. It was a rare occasion that someone made Cameron feel nervous. Usually, it was the other way around. Cameron tried never to place so much importance on something that it had the power to make her feel nervous, but she had no idea what was going to happen, and it scared the shit out of her. Murdoc's back was turned to her, and as she closed the distance between them, she felt sort of creepy, sneaking up behind him like some kind of rapist or something. She quickly dismissed the sudden ridiculous urge to grab his ass and instead, when upon him, cleared her throat loudly and tapped him on the shoulder. Smooth, she thought sarcastically. Murdoc whirled around at the sudden touch, coming face to face with the girl. "Hey Murdoc! Good to see you." Cameron blurted out pleasantly. She was surprised at her own honestly, but she really hadn't realized how good it was to see him until she was actually there, standing in front of him.

Murdoc couldn't believe his eyes. Unmasked surprise marked his face. The last time they talked, it had ended in shouting and sharp insults. Now, she sounded almost happy to see him. Not that he was complaining, of course. He was more than willing to forget their argument and apparently she was too. All notions of getting even with her had disappeared.

"'Ey Luv. How's it going?" He finally said.

"It's going." Cameron replied with a small smile.

Murdoc shuffled his feet. Cameron looked at him. He looked so inviting in the shadowy light of the pub. Cameron felt a melancholy nostalgia. She wondered where tonight would lead them. Hopefully, back to Kong, Cameron mused. Murdoc interrupted her thoughts. "Long time no see, eh? What yah been up to?" He asked. He seemed at ease, and it made Cameron feel secure as well. Maybe he was willing to put her shit behind them.

"I think I may have just taken some Jesus freak's virginity." Cameron laughed, taking the glass of scotch from Muroc's hand and finishing it.

He laughed too, his slight jealousy overshadowed by satanic admiration. "Oh yeah, Luv? Why's that?"

"Nothing better to do, I guess." Cameron said, shrugging. She hoped Murdoc would pick up on the hint. She had waited long enough.

"Until now, that is." He whispered in her ear, his familiar gruff voice bringing back delicious memories and causing a stirring in the pit of her stomach.

"Let's go." Cameron said, looking at him with longing eyes.

"Where to?" Asked Murdoc, raising an eyebrow and immediately taking note of her appetite.

"Anywhere." Cameron smiled, walking towards the door with Murdoc in her wake.

"Anywhere" consisted of first going to the liquor store. Murdoc parked the Geep and the two stumbled out of it and into the brightly lit building, goofy grins plastered their faces. "One bottle of zee most sensuous and luxurious wine zat you carry een zeese establishment pour moi et mon Cherie." Murdoc said to the man behind the counter in a terrible French accent.

Cameron burst out laughing, hitting him softly in the side. "Mon amour," she whispered to Murdoc with a giggle, "use your etiqueette." The man behind the counter rolled his eyes, pulling a large, expensive looking bottle of red wine from the rack behind him.

"That'll be thirty pounds." He said humourlessly. Murdoc threw some bills on the counter and snatched the bottle, uncorking it with his teeth and taking a long swig. Cameron pulled the bottle from his mouth and she too guzzled a fair amount.

"To the Geep!" She called, holding the bottle up in the air in an imaginary toast. Murdoc snorted in laughter, putting his big hands around her waist and guiding her out the door.