The house had the classic horror feel on the inside just like it had on the outside. He swore that he had the sound of a man screaming in pain somewhere, but shrugged it off.
"Is tere any booze here?" Paula asked looked completely uninterested in the place.
"Yeah I think so, good luck finding the kitchen though." Murdoc said as he continued looking around the room they were standing in.
He expected it to be completely empty, but instead it was full of high tech gadgets, furniture, and most likely some food and booze. He would hit the alcohol cabinets eventually, but he really didn't want to be alone with that creepy bitch.
He looked over to 2D who still stood there looking around with that blank dumb expression of his.
"Hey dullard gonna just fuckin' stand there or take my bags to a room?"
The singer turned and looked at him then down at the bags on the floor.
"Wot room, wot if I got lost….I thought I saw somebody out in te graveyard."
Murdoc rolled his eyes and dug his nails into the palms of his hands to keep from strangling him.
"I don't care wot room you take them to, just go to one you moron."
The singer nodded quickly as he picked the bags up off of the ground. Murdoc smirked as he watched the singer struggle trying to carry everybody's stuff down the hall way, he could have told the dullard about the elevator shaft, but what would be the fun in that?
He sat down on the large black couch in the center of the room; he heard footsteps and assumed it was either the girl or one of the dead folks that were haunting the place.
"Tat crazy ol' fuck ya got tis place from got some nice booze, like rum?" She said dangling a bottle in front of the older man's face.
He grabbed it away from her opening it and guzzling it like it was water.
"Guess that'd be a yes t'en." She said taking a seat next to him.
He noticed she kept looking at him, not the same kind of looking like at the hospital. He glared over at her hoping that she'd turn her head or get freaked out, but she continued with that annoying staring.
"Y'know yer kinda hot fer a total prick." She said before taking a long drink from her bottle.
Murdoc mumbled something under his breath, he continued drinking wondering if he should find the singer or just keep ignoring his idiot girlfriend.
He felt a hand on his knee and froze, it quickly moved up to his inner thigh squeezing.
"What the hell are ya doin?" He asked sounding annoyed.
If she wasn't their guitarist he would have broken her fingers.
"Wot do ya want me ta do….2D's nice an all, but not completely t'ere in da head…Yew t'ough…."
He grabbed hold of her wrist and shoved her hand away. She looked at him with annoyance like nobody had ever turned her down before. He didn't even say anything to her, he just left, and made his way into what he was pretty sure was the kitchen. The old man had given him a map to the place, but said that sometimes new rooms would appear. None of it made sense to him, he didn't really care though, he swore he saw two little kids running through the hall way.