-1Murdoc flicked his tongue lazily over his teeth as he reclined back into the expensive Italian imported leather. The chaise creaked in response as he sprawled out like a content cat. He was happy in the echoing silence of his new penthouse apartment. Outfitted with stone floors that were cool to the touch and hand painted stucco walls dotted with expensive paintings of fancy lines and dots the place looked kind of out of character for Murdoc. That was in fact, the look he was going for.

His hope was that an expensive looking home that was lined with things of high value and placed with proper aesthetic would court Izzie into considering him. That even if she thought of him as some trashy lunatic now she would soon change her mind when her eyes drank in the Persian rugs and the plasma screen mounted over a romantically sizzling fireplace. He grinned at the thought and stretched out even further.

This new and expensive loft was exactly what he was missing. Truly, he wasn't quite sure why he hadn't decided on something like this over Kong. At the time he knew he was just being that rebellious and psychologically interesting specimen known as Murdoc but he'd still had expensive tastes surely. What kind of fallible sinner doesn't? His olive fingers wrapped themselves slowly around a wine flute and caressed the glass before indulging himself. He tapped a remote with his toe and Stone Temple Pilots bubbled out of the speakers spread strategically across the room.

Murdoc drifted into his own thoughts, which was a seemingly often occurrence as of late. He mused about his encounter with Noodle that past week. She brought him such a happiness that shocked even himself. Noodle knew she had this effect on him as she continued to smile and write beautiful songs that made his heart melt and his soul swoon. He contemplated inviting her over until his thoughts felt upon Russel. Where was Lards anyways? Murdoc had heard some rumors on Gorillaz fan sites that Russ was cooped up in Ike Turner's basement beating rats over the head with Bibles while crying himself to sleep. He had simply shrugged this off with a snicker. Of course he could care less what happened to Russel now that he had been the cause of Gorillaz breaking off. If it hadn't been for Russel's brash actions Murdoc wouldn't have even lost any sleep or energy when 2D had died. He wouldn't have had to suffer that feeling of guilt which made him sick in the stomach and weak in the head. Now that Murdoc had finally made himself comfortable again he had stopped having crazy dreams about 2D and that damned beach or being a good person again. Murdoc had been sick of that shit before it had even started. He was himself again and that was fucking fine with him.

His phone blipped and a text from Izzie flashed across the screen. She wanted to know what he was doing. Murdoc gave a lopsided grin before replying simply with, Come Over.

When Izzie stepped through the door she couldn't hide a gasp. Her jacket fell from her shoulders with a plop on the floor as she shuffled openmouthed into Murdoc's palace. "Whaddya fink?" he smirked devilishly while he swooped down to pick up her fallen jacket.

"It's beautiful Muhdoc." she sighed while fingering the cashmere blanket draped across the chaise. Izzie carefully seated herself and untied her scarf with windburn hands. It was already snowing in late October and the air outside was freezing. "Is that new?" her finger was cast upon the plasma screen over the merrily crackling hearth.

"Indeed it is." Murdoc nodded while hanging up her jacket in the coat closet Mr. Rogers style. "Wan anyfing to drink? Wine? Sherry? Schnapps?"

A blush flashed over her face and she gave Murdoc a blank stare before remarking coyly, "Why're they all alcoholic? Trying to take advantage of me Murdoc you ass?" she chuckled but Murdoc shifted his weight nervously when she said this. Yes actually.

"I'll just bring you a water den, you pussy." he challenged before waltzing towards the kitchen expecting to here her return the challenge. He was satisfied.

"Fuck you, I want whiskey."

xxx

Roseanne was flashing on the plasma screen in the dim lighting provided by the fireplace. Shrouded in shadow Izzie and Murdoc lay sprawled out on the chaise and accompanying ottoman. Izzie's legs dangled off the ottoman as she laughed way too hard at something Murdoc was saying. Both of them were a bit drunk and chocolate bon bon wrappers were strewn haphazardly across the marble floor.

"Izzie," Murdoc paused as he hiccupped. "You're quite a pretty girl." he leaned over and grabbed her butt, waiting with baited breath to see if she was drunk enough to get down with him.

She turned around with a dazed look in her jade eyes. Her upturned nose was half shadowed but the nose stud on the side sparkled from the television light. Izzie's face was hard to read in the dark but he thought he could see a smile spreading across her face. The next thing he knew she was on top of him holding his face in her small and slightly sweaty hands. Her lips were pressed against his with a measured but drunken pressure and her heart was twittering above his. Her blonde hair flew over him like a curtain and when she pulled back her warm and moist breath flew over him like a sheet. In shock he didn't know what to do but stare at her and she stared wide eyed back.

"I'm….I'm sorry." she slowly got up in shock. "I didn't mean that I uh." she clipped her hair back from her face and stared at the ground. The TV became bright and illuminated her face. He could see that she was beet red and crying. Murdoc still didn't know what to do so he watched her scramble embarrassedly for her things.

"Good night Muhdoc…I'm sorry." she murmured.

He said what came to his mind, "Izzie I, love you."

She paused and gave him the most confused of looks. Something like a romance passed over each of them. They shared some type of divine mental connection that two beings only share perhaps twice in a lifetime. It was as if all at once they understood each other and could end up perfectly. That they could somehow fit together like a puzzle and all of their numerous loose ends would be settled. The feeling passed just as quickly as it had come and they continued to look meaninglessly at each other once again. Izzie flicked her hair over her shoulder as she refastened her scarf.

"You're fucking drunk."

-Chapter 7 Fin-

Author's Note: I saw a bunch of new stories and became inspired. I've seen that the quality of the site is downgrading and I feel the obligation to make my mark in it all. I hope all of my reviewers haven't died. Oh please don't.