It'd been a week since Murdoc last saw the singer, in his mind a week had to be long enough for the boy to get over his cheating girlfriend. Murdoc had been able to drown a good bit of his guilt with alcohol and one night stands, sometimes he would play bass, and then sometimes he would just lie in his bed and think about everything. He'd wonder what would have happened if Paula had never dumped him in the first place, what if she'd just never came back after the first break up, and did he even really want to know? Murdoc didn't do relationships; he'd try them every now and again. Generally the girl would turn out to be out of her mind or he would get bored of her love and affection, he hated that. He hated he could see those things in 2D's face without them even being in a relationship. This wasn't a relationship and it was hard to believe it was even a friendship, but now it really was nothing.

He made his way through the house with his mind set on screaming at the younger man. He was angry mostly at himself, but also at the blue haired man for staying away for so long. Some part of him had to have known his girl was like that.

"Where do you think you're going?" Russel asked before the Satanist could even start down the hallway.

He could feel his anger rising further as he turned around to stare at the larger man.

"Where the fuck do ya tink I'm goin' to, I'm gonna tell dullard ta stop bein' such a fuckin' girl over tis whole thing."

"No, you aren't talking to him, last time you talked to him you just made it worse. The kid lost his girlfriend because of you and you screaming at him won't make it better."

Murdoc rolled his eyes and dug his jagged nails into the palms of his hands. It wasn't like he would hit the drummer; he wouldn't dare do something like that. The man towered over him like a skyscraper, hitting him would probably be the last thing he'd ever do in his lifetime.

"Fine t'en I'll just go have a nice little chat wit him."

"No"

"Why the bloody hell not?" The bassist screamed feeling frustrated beyond words.

"He doesn't want to see you, not for awhile anyways. He needs more time to himself, I've been talking to him every now and again when I take him food. He hasn't come out and eaten for a while now, he's really upset about what you did to him man. He trusted you and he really loved that girl, I hated her as much as you did, but still it wasn't a right thing to do…What the fuck were you thinking anyways?"

"I was t'inkin' that I had some trashy girl climbin' all over me tat I wanted outta my fuckin' band."

The drummer only shook his head silently showing his disapproval.

"How about we just focus on finding a new guitarist." Russel said in hopes of keeping the older man away from 2D.

Murdoc felt the anger quickly fade away, he took a seat in the chair across from the younger man. They really did need a guitarist; they were in a city full of want to be musicians who would grab at any opportunity. The tracks they had recorded had already been sent to a few different companies and various artists they hoped would accept and if they didn't Murdoc would just have to pressure one or more into making a deal.

"I'll put some ads out, just call some idiots out 'ere to Kong. See if any of 'em don't suck too bad."

He hated having to find a new guitarist; he hated having to look again. He knew his standards, that anything even a little bit less than perfect would be rejected. Though when he thought about it the new band auditions would be a good excuse to get faceache out of his room even if it was just for a few hours…