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2D was lying in his bed, listening to his music quietly. Noodle and Russel had left before he had woken up, and he was doing his best to go by unnoticed by Murdoc. He had been awake for about three hours, but he hadn't had any breakfast yet in fear of passing Murdoc. His stomach was growling.
Suddenly, his door slammed open. He jumped up with a yell to find Murdoc standing there with a bottle of rum in his hand.
"What the fuck, fa-*hic* faceache, are you in coma again?" Murdoc bellowed, stumbling to the bed.
2D quickly scrambled up.
"No," he answered drily.
"I-*hic* I've got a question to ask you," Murdoc said with a wild grin, plopping down on the edge of the bed.
2D crept away from him, his back leaning against the wall. "What is it?" he asked nervously.
Murdoc leaned in really close, and 2D scrunched up his nose from the alcohol on his breath.
"Who was better, eh?" he growled.
2D blinked, trying to process the question.
"Uhh, what?" he asked, confused and a little frightened.
Murdoc leaned in even closer. "Who was a better shag?"
2D jutted out his chin indignantly. "I'm not answering that!" he said rather boldly.
"Why not?" Murdoc asked angrily. "Admit it, I was much better than that stupid whore!"
"Muds, that's none of your business!" 2D replied, then flinched back when Murdoc raised his arm.
Murdoc's face spread into a huge smirk. "Embarrassed, eh? Oh well, not everyone can handle my amazing skills."
2D turned scarlet. "Murdoc, quiet. Noodle and Russel could be here any moment," he hissed nervously.
Murdoc waved this away. "They're out getting groceries, and you know how much food Russel buys. They'll be there for another few hours," he said reassuringly, patting 2D's shoulder.
2D sighed. "Muds, please go to your room. You're drunk," he said desperately.
"Aw, you don't want to spend some time with your good ma-*hic* mate Murdoc?" Murdoc cooed.
2D stared. "How much have you been drinking?"
Murdoc smirked. "C'mon, we can play video games or something, eh?"
2D looked at him wearily. "I don't really think you'll be able to play any video games in this state, Muds."
"So what. Please just come and do something with me mate, that sodding cyborg is creeping me out with her glowing eyes and shit and I'm bored out of my mind," Murdoc said desperately.
2D blinked. It wasn't often that Murdoc was bored. Usually, when he had nothing to do, he'd play his bass, or do some weird satanic stuff, or drink. Sometimes all at the same time. He certainly didn't come to 2D for company.
"Alright.." 2D said slowly. "What do you want to do?"
"You," Murdoc said huskily, then laughed at 2D's shocked expression. "Nah, don't worry love, I was just joking. Those days are over. Rum, rum's what I want to do."
"Muds, it's only one o'clock in the afternoon. I don't think I-" 2D was interrupted by Murdoc shoving the bottle against his lips, pouring the liquid into his throat.
2D flailed around, but it was no use as he was forced to swallow large amounts of rum. Murdoc finally pulled the bottle away and 2D coughed loudly, trying to catch his breath.
"Consider yourself lucky. That's the first and last time I'll share my booze with you straight from the bottle," Murdoc said, grinning as he took another gulp.
2D didn't say anything as he tried to stop the spinning feeling in his head. He hadn't eaten anything, and with so much being shoved down his throat he was started to feel the effects pathetically soon.
He groaned, and closed his eyes for a moment.
"Come on, lightweight!" Murdoc laughed, pulling him up and they both staggered to the living room.
"Let's not sit here, Noodle and Russ will see us," 2D groaned, not necessarily wanting them to see him drunk first thing in the afternoon.
"Alright, let's go to my room," Murdoc suggested, taking 2D by the wrist and pulling him toward said room.
He pushed 2D down on the bed, and tripped over a few of Cyborg Noodle's wires while he went to get more rum.
When he got back, he plopped down on the bed next to 2D, and handed him a bottle. 2D looked at it, then sighed and shrugged, taking a gulp.
"If I'm going to be drunk, I might as well do it properly," he muttered, his cheeks flushing red.
"That's the spirit!" Murdoc bellowed with a laugh, as he downed more of the alcohol.
"Wh-where's Cyborg?" 2D asked curiously, trying to focus his eyes into seeing only one Murdoc.
"The fuck should I know. I told her to sod off," Murdoc shrugged, leaning back against the pillow.
"I thought you said she was better company than us?" 2D asked confused.
Murdoc rolled his eyes. "I was lying, you dullard. I thought you'd have figured that by now since you're the one who's been with us 24/7 on Plastic Beach," he hiccuped.
2D was silent for a moment. "Oh yeah," he then said sheepishly.
Murdoc raised his hand to give 2D a slap on the head for his stupidity, and 2D started to flinch back, albeit a little late due to the alcohol. Murdoc's hand did land on his head, but not harshly. Instead, 2D felt fingers weave themselves through his soft, blue hair.
"I've always loved your hair," Murdoc said with a chuckle, edging closer.
"Then.." 2D paused, taking a gulp of the rum. "Then why do you always try to pull it out when we're having sex?" he giggled.
"I don't do that on purpose!" Murdoc said indignantly. "I need some kind of outlet, though, don't I?" he then added with a snigger.
"Yeah, but it's still kind of painful," 2D said, rubbing his head ruefully as he thought back.
Murdoc curled his fingers in 2D's hair and pulled his head forward. "You can't tell me you didn't like it, though," he growled, smirking.
2D started giggling despite himself, turning even more red than he already was.
"We don't need to worry 'bout that anymore, though," he then managed to say.
Murdoc let his long tongue brush over 2D's lips. "That's very true," he said with a smirk.
2D licked his lips, mesmerized by Murdoc's tongue still lolling out of his mouth a little. Murdoc chuckled evilly, flicking his tongue against the corner of 2D's mouth, making him shiver.
"Although I seem to have forgotten why not," Murdoc said huskily, leaning more forward.
2D didn't reply, he couldn't remember himself right now, and to be honest he didn't give a fuck.
He swallowed, and was just about to close the distance between his and Murdoc's lips when the front door slammed.
They looked at each other ruefully.
"Oh yeah. That's why," Murdoc muttered, not moving away.
"2D?" Noodle called from downstairs. "Murdoc if you have done anything I swear to God!"
2D blinked, having been somewhat pulled away from his alcoholic daze by the sound of Noodle's voice. He cleared his throat awkwardly and pulled away.
Murdoc looked away from, keeping his gaze intently on the bottle of rum he was currently drinking from.
"I'd better go and tell them I'm alright," 2D said awkwardly, swaying a little as he stood up.
2D lost his balance and placed his hand on Murdoc's shoulder. The two glanced at each other, then 2D quickly pulled away.
Determined not to glance backwards, 2D stumbled out of the room.
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2D gave up. No matter how hard he tried, how many sheep he counted, how much he tossed and turned – he just couldn't sleep.
The afternoon's events still haunted his mind, and how close he had been to actually giving in. He was so stupid. What if Noodle and Russel had entered a little more quietly, and gone up the stairs to see how Murdoc was doing? They'd have opened the door and seen – yikes. 2D shuddered at the thought.
A loud shout made 2D jump up, getting the fright of his life.
He jumped out of bed, and raced to Murdoc's room, throwing open the door.
Murdoc was standing in the far end of his room, holding a lamp as a weapon. Cyborg Noodle was standing a few feet away from him, just staring at him.
"Muds! What is it!" 2D asked frantically.
"That bloody robot just tried to strangle me in my sleep!" Murdoc yelled as Noodle and Russel appeared at 2D's side.
"What? What are you talking about?" Noodle asked loudly.
"I was sleeping, and then I woke up to find her soddin' fingers around my neck! I think I've got fucking bruises, Satan," Murdoc snarled, prodding his neck and wincing.
"Well.. now you know how 2D feels," Russel said sheepishly.
Murdoc shot him a death glare.
"Well, Murdoc, it's your creation, so it's probably your fault in some way it malfunctioned. But I don't doubt you'll be able to fix it," Noodle said with a smile, relishing the fact that Murdoc's copy of her was turning against him.
"How the fuck can you be laughing about this! I almost bloody died!" Murdoc yelled.
Noodle and Russel were sure he was overreacting, used to Murdoc's stories.
"Almost, but not quite. Goodnight, Murdoc," Noodle said with a sweet smile.
Russel chuckled and followed her out of the room.
"Cyborg, get the fuck back to your cupboard!" Murdoc snarled.
After a few moments, the robot obeyed, and Murdoc ran to the cupboard and locked it.
"I swear, that thing was trying to fucking strangle me!" he insisted to 2D.
"I believe you, Muds," 2D said quietly.
Murdoc paused. He hadn't expected that. "Well.. good," he said, surprised.
A moment of silence passed.
"Shouldn't you be going to bed or something?" Murdoc then asked.
2D sighed. "I can't sleep."
Murdoc glanced at the cupboard, which was only a few feet away from his bed.
"I ain't sleeping here for the next few days, either. Fancy going for a smoke?" he suggested.
2D shrugged. "Sure, why not."
They went out to the balcony, lighting their cigarettes and blowing the smoke out into the cold night air.
"I swear, something fishy's going on with that robot," Murdoc muttered.
2D didn't reply. What did he know?
"If you don't want to sleep in your room, where are you going to sleep?" 2D then asked. "Surely not in the living room? You'll be woken at the crack of dawn by Noodle. Or by someone pouring water on your head," he added, muttering.
Murdoc shot him a glance at those last words. "I don't know. Maybe I'll sleep in the hallway or something."
"You could always sleep in my room," 2D suggested, not looking at Murdoc.
Murdoc stayed silent for a few moments.
"Yeah, I think I might do just that. At least until I've figured out what's wrong with Cyborg. Thanks, mate," Murdoc said, patting 2D on the arm.
2D wasn't sure if he wanted Murdoc to figure out what was wrong with the robot.
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