the satanists eyes blinked open.
he briefly enjoyed the few seconds of momentary bliss, before the memories of last night came flooding back. well, all that he could remember anyways.
he felt like total and utter crap. even more so than usual.
his joints ached, his head was throbbing and he had a chemical taste stuck in the back of his throat.
that would be the coke.
murdoc peeled his body from what appeared to be a beige leather couch. hopefully he hasn't made a mess because he's gonna be expected to pay for the damages.
he knows that from experience..
"where am I?" he grunted to himself.
seemed as if he was at somebody's place. it was actually quite nice inside.
he knows this livingroom, he's been in it before.
who's bloody house is this?!
"look who's finally awake".
you've got to be fucking joking.
"oh it's you" he said, glaring at the homeowner. "what's a bloke gotta do to get a drink around 'ere man" murdoc groggily spoke.
"I take it you're not really a mornin' person eh mudz" ace teased. "so whaddya want? I got gin, brandy, sambuca - you name it".
"a bloody tea would be nice" murdoc snapped.
he wouldn't usually turn down a free drink
but with the way he's feeling it would be best
to stay clear of alcohol..for at least another few hours.
"hey, who do you think I am?! i don't got no tea around here, i'm not british" ace said, almost sounding offended.
"oh for fuck sa- how about a cider?" murdoc suggested.
"yea, i got cider. gimme a minute" ace made his way into the kitchen.
for the meantime, murdoc tried to recall the events which took place last night. he couldn't even remember getting back here.
something that he did remember though was being at the bar with 2d. how could he forget that.
but he's gone and fucked it up hasn't he.
2d probably thinks that murdoc left the bar with no intention of coming back.
that was far from the case.
if it wasn't for that greasy haired bastard called ace things wouldn't have ended up this way.
at least he got some free sniff from it.
but still, he's not quite satisfied in his situation with 2d.
he's got to see him again.
"here" ace set murdocs bottle on the table.
it appeared that he grabbed himself a drink too.
"man, you look like shit" ace commented.
"thanks a bunch" murdoc sarcastically replied.
"but what about last night huh? we sure did have a good time" ace reminisced.
"i couldn't tell you what went on even if i tried" murdoc took a swig of his cider, tiredly rubbing his eyes with his free palm.
"awh we had a real wicked time mudz. don't ya remember that one broad, man she was hot. she had her hands all over ya".
"the blonde one?".
"nah, this one was a brunette" ace described. "she had a huge pair on her and they were in your face like two basketballs. you tellin' me you can't remember dat?".
"i remember little parts of it, yeah. everything's a bit of a blur" murdoc glanced over at him.
during some part of the conversation ace must have started rolling a joint, not that murdoc noticed.
"man you gotta lay off the coke, but i suppose this stuffs just as bad" ace referred to the weed, licking the sticky part of the rolling paper.
"what time did we end up getting back here?" murdoc questioned.
"uhh, maybe around 2-ish. that's when
you tried gettin into your car and goin home. we had to stop you. i wasn't about to live with the guilt of letting my friend die in a DUI" ace began to spark the blunt.
"fuck, the car! I forgot about it" murdoc cursed.
"yeah, you're probably gonna have to go back for it. let's hope it ain't got clamped" ace began to cackle.
"piss off!" murdoc growled, snatching the joint from him.
"hey!".
another trip to the club. maybe it really is fate..
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Private Dancer - 2doc
Fanfiction"his baby pink lingerie piece sat beautifully on his fair skin. he was just so pretty. so perfect. the way he firmly gripped onto the pole. how he gracefully spun around on it with no effort. it sent shivers down the old mans spine. he was in awe...
