| Give or Take Ten Years... By Froggy |
| Disclaimer: I don't own the Gorillaz. Summary: Murdoc gets drunk, trouble ensues. Typical Gorillaz fic...right? Wrong! Something very interesting happens when he starts playing with the chem set a fan sent him... Give or Take Ten Years... Part One ~ Girl In My Bed "Get the cool shoeshine." 2D said very patiently. The little girl in front of him looked up curiously and mumbled a string of something in Japanese. 2D brushed aside a lock of thick blue hair with his long fingers and blinked his eyes a little. "Na." he said, holding one finger up, gesturing with each word he said, "Get...the...cool...shoeshine..." She blinked again, "Gessa coo soosine." she tried, smiling. 2D scratched his head and then winced a little. "Closer...." 2D said, " 'Get.' Try that one." "Gessa?" she tried. 2D shook his head. "Get." "Get." "The." "Sa." "No, THE." "Saaa." "One last time. The." "Tha. Soosine." "Shoe...shine." "It's no use, dullard." commented a voice from behind them. 2D turned and a goofy grin spread over his face as Noodle's almond-shaped eyes narrowed and then she smiled as well, her round bronze face lighting up as she realized this was possibly a free pass from the forced English lesson 2D was subjecting her to. "Oi, I'm helping her learn the words for the new song, Muds!" 2D said. Murdoc, the new occupant of the room, leaned back against the door frame, placing the heel of his brown boot against the wood with a low 'thunk' and dent in the wood, tossing back a swig from the bottle of vodka he held and resenting how 2D seemed to be pointing out that Murdoc hadn't been the sole writer of that song. "No use. The kid's not gonna be able to learn English, specially with a dullard like you teaching her." he said, as revenge on them both. "Well I fink she's smart enuf to learn." 2D said, turning to find that Noodle had sneaked into the other corner of the room and was sitting on the floor with her legs spread, leaning over her remote control gorilla and fixing something in the back. Murdoc threw his hands up over his head and walked off, muttering and taking swigs from his vodka bottle. "Well, p'raps I'll jus' make some sort potion an' turn tha little face-ache into a proper worm..." Murdoc muttered to his best friend, the bottle. 2D walked over to Noodle and sat down beside her against the wall, legs pulled up against his chest and long arms wrapped around his knees, one hand closed neatly over the other wrist, pinky finger extended slightly, "So Noodle, that fing's broken?" Noodle glanced up at him, and then politely started explaining her steps in Japanese. 2D nodded as if he understood...it seemed Noodle's impromptu Japanese lessons were far more successful than his English ones. ~*~ Three Hours Later, In the Winnie ~*~ Murdoc tossed aside his second empty bottle of vodka, and sat on his bed, laughing to himself. His world was a drunken unreality, and he was plotting things to do to 2D for that snide comment about the song earlier. Standing blearily and staggering over to his table, he noticed the chem set a fan had sent in. Some kid who thought the 'great Murdoc' would enjoy being able to create things to torment 2D with. Murdoc snickered to himself as he mixed something in a beaker that seemed, in his fuzzy drunk mind, to be the perfect potion for making 2D into a slimy worm he could stomp. Of course, his band wouldn't have a front man anymore, but he was sure he could find some other braindead beautiful teenager to fill 2D's place, so it all seemed logical. After several bottles of vodka, of course. Finally, Murdoc completed his creation, and, holding the white concoction up to the light, grinned. Stumbling out of the Winnie, Murdoc staggered into Kong Studios and down halls that all looked the same to his drunken mind. Finally, he found the kitchen, and just as he was about to spike 2D's bottle of orange juice in the fridge with his magical worm transformation juice, Murdoc felt like he had to be sick. He staggered to the sink, retched, and then staggered out of the room, his messed-up mind forgetting the cup of milky-white worm liquid on the table. |