Just in a matter of moments, Johnny brought Murdoc, Kurt, and 2D down to the galley. Johnny's stomach was growling and he knew that Drake cooks like no other. Drake didn't take cooking classes, nor did he get taught how to cook by his mother. He learned on his own. In a matter of trial and error, Drake learned how to cook food better than a celebrity chef. He just chose to be a keyboardist instead of a chef. Johnny went onto his chair and could feel his mouth practically water at the smell of the delectable food. "Now if only you were good at deserts too, Twilight." Drake glared at Johnny with his cool blue eyes. "Don't call me that." he grumbles.
"Why not?" Johnny said with a grin spread on his face.
Drake knitted his dark eyebrows, obviously upset about this. "Just because it's my nickname, doesn't mean you have to call me by it." Johnny's grin spread even more. Not only was he just pissing off Drake, but he was enjoying doing it as well. "Then how would you like it if I called you Rainbow Dash, huh Johnny?"
Johnny felt his grin go upside down, turning to a frown. Drake grinned. "What's wrong, Dashie? Too embarrassed about your name?" Johnny's anger rose and his face started to turn red from anger. Drake rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Just go and stuff your face, Johnny. I won't call you that and you know it." Drake smiled, showing off his pearly whites. Johnny smiled a little and then started eating.
Murdoc, who was still upset, grumbled something quietly and started eating. Kurt immedietly started eating along with 2D. Drake got up from his chair. "Do you guys want anything to drink?" Murdoc looked up and then back down. "Rum." he grumbled. Kurt just shrugged and continued to shovel fork-fulls of pasta into his mouth. "I could 'ave a water." 2D said, his mouth half-full. Drake got out a rum bottle from the fridge and opened the bottle with his strong hand. He hands it to Murdoc, generously. Murdoc just takes the bottle and takes a swig. Then, the tan keyboardist gets out a glass and pours water into it. He then hands it to 2D.
"Fanks." 2D says while putting his fork down for a second. Drake then smiles just a little. "Prego."
After dinner, 2D is asking Drake how to say a list of things in Italian. "How do yew say me real name in Italian?" 2D asks. Drake rolled his eyes and replies simply, "Stuart Pot, il cantante e tastierista dei Gorillaz." 2D smiled with glee. Johnny looks up. "Drake...how's AppleMichael doing?" 2D looked puzzled. AppleMichael? Is that a kind of dish or something? 2D thought. Drake looked at the confused blue-haired singer and explains, "AppleMichael is our cousin's nickname. His name is Michael and he's the drummer for Every Boulevard. Blonde hair, checkered shirt, jeans, boots, and a cowboy hat." 2D thinks and finally gets it. "Oh!" He smiles. Murdoc just rolls his eyes. "Get on with it, you giant sod." he snarls. Drake turns around and gives the bassist a glare that sends a chill down Murdoc's spine.
"Don't mess with me...I tried to be nice...but you won't accept my generosity." Murdoc gulps. This was true. Shakily, Murdoc stutters out, "Oh...R-Right. Sorry. I didn't mean to." Drake calms down and takes out a hand toward Murdoc. Murdoc shakes the keyboardist's surprisingly soft hand. Drake gets up and goes outside to the pool. Kurt, who's been watching, goes over to Drake.
Drake looks up. "Oh, hey Kurt." Kurt grins just a little. "Yo, uh...so how long are you planning to be here?" "Just as long as Johnny stays," Drake replies plainly, "I can't leave my little brother here alone. He might do something stupid." He stops and thinks. "But then again," Drake continues, "He always does stupid stuff." Kurt manages to sneak an arm around the keyboardist's waist. "Uh-huh." Kurt replies, not really paying attention to what Drake said at all. Drake shudders a little and tries to move away. Kurt wraps both his arms around Drake's muscular middle and moves his hands down the keyboardist's abs. "Mmm, nice abs," Kurt purrs in Drake's ear, "A 6 pack?" Drake blushes a little and then replies, "Yeah..." Kurt gently nibbles on Drake's strong neck. Drake holds back a sigh as he feels the mechanic move his strong hands around his crotch area.
Johnny quietly sat in a chair, reading one of Murdoc's books. Murdoc walks into the room and sees the pale man. "Were you always this pale?" the bassist asks, interrupting Johnny from his reading. The leader looks up and nods a little. Murdoc sits down in a chair across from Johnny. "Ssssooo...you have any others coming here?" Murdoc grumbles. Johnny scrunches his eyebrows, confused. Murdoc rolls his eyes. "Do you have any other people coming here that you may know?" "No," Johnny replies, "Why do you ask?" Murdoc shrugs and gets a bottle of rum.
To Be Continued! Reviews are welcome!