Teresa awoke one morning, looking forward to her two days off. It had been a few days since Murdoc had overheard her conversation in the toilets. She had contemplated telling Russell herself about getting involved with 2D just to neutralize the threat that Murdoc presented but decided against it. She decided that the best option was to start looking for another job and keep her head down in the meantime.

Teresa wasn't a stupid person, but damn it if she wasn't a bit emotionally unstable. She was determined to become relaxed and not let the looming threat of her unemployment get her down. 'First,' she thought, 'an inspection...'

By inspection, Teresa was thinking more in terms of a privacy measure and not of her duties around the house. She sat up in bed, grabbed her usual ponytail holder from the nightstand and gathered her long black hair into a bun. 'Perfection,' she thought, acknowledging the fact that she'd repeat the same action through the course of the day. She got out of bed and threw on some sweats and a bra, couldn't risk being caught in the semi-nude after all.

Teresa opened the door to her room and saw the request box that was put up outside her door. She decided to check it just to know what awaited her the next time she worked. She pulled out a small stack of requests and flipped through them...

"Laundry for 2D, cleaning kitchen pantry for Russell, bathroom cleaning for Noodle and 7 'kill yourself's' from Murdoc... perfect," she muttered to herself, throwing the papers back into the box.

Satisfied with checking her inbox, she continued scoping out the house. She decided it was best to begin with the kitchen, as the band members tended to hold their meetings there. She silently padded through the empty house, and looked to check for any messes that might of required her immediate attention. The last thing she needed was one of the band members looking for her while she was wanting to be left alone.

She'd cleared the first floor, the second floor and the third floor and now it was on to the car park. On the way, she peeked into 2D's room and verified that he wasn't there.

The car park was barren, just as she predicted. She thought she'd seen the blinds move in Winnebago but since Murdoc's Geep was missing, she figured it was just her imagination.

She turned to go back to her room and officially relax. There was a bottle of rum with her name on it.

...

Murdoc had heard a noise like the entrance to the car park had been opened and so peeked out his window to see what it was. It was only Teresa, looking around at nothing. He thought nothing of it, especially since he had company over, passed out on his mattress. He threw himself back into bed and dozed off.

...

Teresa was about 5 rum and cokes in before she'd gotten the bright idea to have a cigarette. Painting, listening to music and drinking all at once, it was a glorious day! She'd received a text from Russell right after her inspection informing her that the band was doing an interview and that they'd be out for virtually the entire day. Unbeknownst to her, Russell had not informed her that Murdoc had not joined them, he simply hadn't seen the need to.

Teresa walked to the kitchen and to the patio. She plopped herself down at the patio table, set her latest cuba libre down and dug out a cigarette from its pack. The lighter in her pocket initially refused to come out but she got it and lit her cigarette. From here she could see the estate in all its glory, or lack thereof. It was pretty grimy... she had to wonder why they hadn't hired a landscaper. Then she noticed the random zombies that wandered around the property and answered her own question.

She took the final drafts of her cigarette as she simultaneously prepared another one. Ideas swam in her head about what to do to her painting... then she thought she heard the door behind her slide open. She shot up and firmly grasped her drink, preparing for fight or flight, and put the unlit cigarette in her mouth for safekeeping. She turned around slowly and steeled herself for what could happen next.

Murdoc stood there looking at her incredulously, as though he hadn't expected her there.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" she asked, realizing that the drinks had definitely affected her gait.

"Are you smoking?" Murdoc asked with a furrowed brow, taking note of the unlit cigarette in her mouth and the fresh pack and lighter on the table.

"No, I'm doing my goddamn taxes... what are YOU doing here?" Teresa slurred, lighting her cigarette.

"Had a late night, decided to skip the interview and have a lie-in... are you drunk?" Murdoc asked, noticing that she was taking slow sips from her coke.

"I am... not!" She said, giggle-snorting before taking a draft from her cigarette.

"Since when do you drink and smoke?" Murdoc asked.

"Since when do you bluh bluh bluh..." Teresa mocked, finally taking a seat.

"What is it with guys thinking i don't do shit, like i'm some sort of virginal freak? Would it kill you to have an imagination?"

Murdoc was genuinely surprised at how drunk she was and the fact that she was smoking. Ever since that conversation with 2D, his perception of Teresa was beginning to change. He didn't even mind the abuse she was slinging his way. It was all too fascinating. He reached for her cigarettes and pulled one out.

"D'you mind?" he asked, indicating the cigarette.

"By all means, you're already holding the goddamned thing..." Teresa said sardonically, throwing the lighter at him. He sat down across from her and lit up.

"What you drinkin'?"

"Rum and coke, want some?"

"Yeah, sure..."

Teresa got up and disappeared into the house. She returned moments later with a handle of rum, her bottle of cola and an empty glass and set them down on the table.

"Make it yourself, I ain't your maid..." She said, then started cackling. She knew she was drunk.

Murdoc poured a good amount of rum into his glass and took it as a shot. He poured himself another and did the same thing.

"Woah, you'll want to slow down, this stuff's diabolical..."

"Didn't taste a thing love," he replied, then poured himself a cuba libre.

"Alright, suit yourself Mr. Niccalls, but don't say i didn't warn you," Teresa said, taking out another cigarette to light.

"It's alright love, you can call me Muds," Murdoc answered, taking a sip from his drink. He was beginning to warm up to her, now that she was a drunken mess.

"Cool I guess, even though you're still a jerk for blackmailing me."

"Ehh, I try... so what made you start drinking so early?"

"Ugh, you're like that pot calling the pot about...," Teresa thought for a moment, then hastily finished her sentence, "putting on the tea kettle or some shit."

"Yeah, i know..." Murdoc replied, resisting the urge to correct her.

"Say... Muds...," Teresa began, squinting her eyes as though she were in deep thought, "why are you such a cunt to me?"

"Err, why not?" Murdoc replied simply.

"Meh, point taken... I don't think i care anymore anyway..."

"You shouldn't."

"I won't then."

They drank in silence for a moment until there was a banging at the patio door. Teresa and Murdoc looked towards it and saw a naked blonde woman banging away.

"Looks like your date's lookin' for you..." Teresa said in a sing-song voice. She waved at the woman who had apparently failed to notice her there. The woman's eyes went wide and she dove out of view. Teresa let out a loud snort and started laughing.

Murdoc had realised why he was there in the first place, he'd wanted to see if there was any lube stashed away in his secret box in the kitchen. He'd seen that Teresa was sitting by herself outside and was looking to maybe talk to her a bit, try to get her to warm up to him. He had completely forgotten about the blonde waiting in his Winnebago, naked and ready for round three.

"Oops, gotta go love, got some business to attend to..." he said with a grin, getting up from his seat. His head spun and he leaned against the table, trying to stablize himself.

"Told you..." Teresa said, smoking her cigarette, looking off in the distance at the zombies.

"That's good," he said, pouring himself another shot and taking it.

Teresa turned to him to watch him take the shot and then found herself looking directly below his stomach paunch.

"Oh shit! I didn't even realise you were completely naked," Teresa exclaimed, looking directly at his junk and pointing. Murdoc looked down and indeed saw that this was the case, he could have sworn he had put on his y-fronts.

Murdoc shrugged at her and made to open the patio door, he noticed that she seemed to be checking him out. He took one last look outside and saluted her. She saluted him back nonchalantly, eyes focused on his junk.

'I'm such a shit-show,' she thought, shaking her head. The picked up her handle and her bottle of coke and headed back into the house to her room. She decided she needed to sober up before she humiliated herself any more.