They were finally back home, they only had another show to play and they could go back to Kong studios. Murdoc couldn't wait to get back, he hadn't been able to sit in a room alone and really drink, or go find some rather drunk bird for the night. He did miss women, not as much as he thought that he would though.
He glanced over at the blue haired singer who sat staring at himself in the mirror not paying much attention to anything. The bassist always had to wonder what thoughts were going through that nearly empty head of his at times like those, they seemed to occur more and more often with every passing day. He tried picturing 2D before all of his head injuries, picturing what he was like when he was at least decently smart…It was impossible to picture a smart 2D, he really couldn't get himself to do it. He liked the one they had now though, even in there were occasions where he wanted to strangle him to death. There were the times he had strangled him probably too roughly and for too long, sometimes Russel would have to pull him off of the younger man. Those times hadn't happened for a couple of months though; Murdoc had managed to lay off of the beatings during a good portion of the tour.
He could hear the crowd screaming and knew they would be going on soon. He glanced over at Noodle who stood in the shadows tuning her guitar that seemed far too large for her. That something he'd sensed when she first arrived at Kong seemed to have grown worse ever since their visit to Japan. She still hadn't talked much; she jumped at almost everything, and didn't even spend much time with fans lately. She just wanted to go to her room, everybody liked to say it was because she was exhausted. She was very young to be touring and going on planes and playing rock shows at such a constant rate, but Murdoc didn't bull shit himself like everybody else did. He knew something was wrong with the girl, but he knew it wasn't anything she'd be anywhere near willing to discuss. He had noticed Russel acting kind of odd as well, but it seemed mostly in relation to Noodle. Murdoc hated the father like status he was starting to have towards the young girl. He knew it'd make it hard on all of them once she was in her teen years and would be going into the stages of flirting, he hoped Russel wouldn't take out half their male fan base.
He was snapped back to attention when one of the workers at the venue told them to go on stage. He watched as 2D slowly rose to his feet walking almost lifelessly out of the back area, he couldn't help but think of the day he'd come out of his zombie like state. He'd been thinking about those times a lot lately, they seemed like better times in a rather naïve way.
Murdoc grabbed his bass and followed his band mates out onto the stage, just another show, and they would be back at Kong. He loved playing shows; he loved selling his body in that hour to all of those screaming women. This time he hoped he could take one or two of them back to his hotel room, again he was bunking with 2D, but it was the last show of the tour. Most likely Russel would keep the singer out until all hours exploring and drinking, so it was plenty of time for the bassist to do what he'd wanted to do for awhile now. Yet something still felt weird about it, like it was a chore, something he did by nature even though he didn't want to do it….No he wasn't doing that to himself, he wasn't gay, he'd screamed it at a hundred interviewers by now. He wasn't tying himself to the dullard, he liked women, he'd just let his ways slide over the past few months. He would grab two decently attractive women and be back to his old ways in no time, that's all that he needed.