Cigarette Smoke, Rose Kisses And Blue Hair

Part 1 🚬

Murdoc exhaled, the acrid smoke from his cigarette escaping his throat leaving him with the familiar pleasant feeling of odd comfort from a stressful day of 'being the band manager' (is how he would put it). He looked around his bleak desolate 'room' letting out a groan, leaning his head back on the wall as he picked his foot up, propping it on the bed and hugging his knee with one arm. He snaked his arm round and placed the toxic stick back between his lips taking a long drag. Closing his eyes before shaking his head slightly. what was he feeling? No it couldn't be. Relaxation? Nonono, Murdoc Niccals was not one for relaxation. He couldn't allow it.  And so, he got up, poked his cigarette out on his wall and flicked the butt across the room before leaving, deciding to go on a search to find something to entertain him, even if it was for a short amount of time.

he trudged down the MANY stairs before finally settling on the ground floor, making his way to the kitchen where he found his beloved singer 2D. Kidding. The kid was as useful as glass hammer and Murdoc had his way of making this clear to the blue haired man. "Oi face ache." the green man grumbled harshly as he walked over to the cupboards of the strangely modern kitchen. Compared to the other parts of this house, the kitchen was the only room to get good sunlight and actually have furniture that wasn't smashed up and in pieces. The singer looked up at his band member, raising a brow watching him with slight fear in his eyes. Murdoc looked over his shoulder, making eye contact with 2D, while opening the cupboard that was above him. "thought I told you to go and get some food. You too stupid to do one simple task?" he says genuinely asking him. 2D watched him for a minute, then looked back at the paper that was in front of him on the island counter "I woz goin to but, Rus said he would do it fo me and took noodle".

Murdoc turned his body fully and leaned his hips back onto the counter before looking around. He exhaled roughly, soon getting uncomfortable from the awkward and lingering silence between the two of them, pushing himself off the counter and back to the stairs. He walked back up them and to his room. He could use a break. Once he had returned to his room he threw on a 'nice' enough shirt and some black skinny jeans. He grabbed his comb, some gel, and stood in front of his full length mirror sweeping his hair back with his comb and then using a small amount of gel to keep it in place. Looking himself up and down he smirked, popping on his signature black Cuban heels, before returning to his place in front of the mirror. He cocked an eyebrow, looking his outfit up and down knowing it was missing something, and quickly looked around frantically. "Fuck sake where is it" he mumbles to himself, rummaging through his drawers, in his bed, under his bed, in random piles of clothes on the floor. He finally found what he was looking for, in a pile of washed clothes in the corner of his room, and smiled looking down at it. His signature leather jacket. He threw his arms into the sleeves and straightened the collar out before looking at himself one more time. He nodded to himself, fixing a strand of hair that had fell onto his face, before spraying himself with a modest amount of cologne, then left his room.

He walked back down the stairs, wandering into the kitchen once again to get to the front door before being stopped by 2D. "Where yew goin?" he says, taking note of the fact that Murdoc had actually tried with his appearance for once and hadn't just thrown on yesterdays clothes. "Non of you're business dents" the green man retorts, rolling his eyes before grabbing his pack of cigarettes from the counter. The blue haired man watched him pick the pack up and then looked at the keys that had been disregarded next to the box "If you're not taken your keys then don't be back late banging on door begging to be let in again" 2D pipes, going back to writing song lyrics. Murdoc was about to retort, but stopped himself and just walked out of the front door.  standing for a minute, taking one of the fags out of the box, he put it to his lips lighting it, then shoved the box in his back pocket before setting off hands in jacket pockets.

He didn't know where he would go at first and honestly didn't have a clue what was around, but as he was walking, he remembered hearing about a club nearby and thought why not. Sure he hadn't been to a club in a while, but he needed a new experience. He didn't exactly know the directions to get there, but the growing sound of music and people laughing and singing at the top of their lungs indicated to him that he was getting closer. Bright spotlights of different neon colours that dances around the concrete floor approved that he had been going the right way and he walked over standing in the mediocre line. It didn't take long for the line to go down and the bouncer took a quick glance over his ID and moved to the side passing it back with a gruff "Go on then". The bassist gave the bouncer a quick nod before making his way past him, into the dark club. More neon lights lit up the dancefloor, highlighting the many bodies that were grinding against each other and dancing like there was no tomorrow. Murdoc made his way over to the bar, of course, and ordered himself a drink while watching the people on the dancefloor. He watched a particular couple dance together sensually kissing every once in a while. It made the man feel a type of loneliness he hadn't felt in a while due to being stuck inside the house with his band mates. The bartender places his drink in front of him and Murdoc turned in his chair to face it, thanking the man. He was beginning to think it was a bad idea coming here. There was nothing for him here except the alcohol which would result in him drinking enough to start a fuss and get kicked out which he didn't really want, but was something that always ended up happening.

He took a sip of his drink feeling the familiar burning sensation as the toxic liquid slid down his throat and placed it back down on the bar staring into the glass at its contents tracing a finger round the rim of his glass. As he sighed softly he felt a nudge on his arm and the sound of female voices filled his right ear. Glancing at the woman next to him out of the corner of his eye and she looked back at him apologising for bumping into him. He forced a smile and dismissed it turning back to his drink. He kept watching the group of women thought out of the corner of his eye as they ordered drinks and giggled, talking and mingling between each other.

One girl caught his eye though. Soft brunette hair cascaded down to her collarbones, curled slightly and parted in the middle. Rose pink lips and beautiful sparkling emerald green eyes. Clear porcelain skin and perfect body. A tight red bodycon dress hugged her curves accentuating her small waist. He wanted to grab that waist badly. Dig his nails in and mark her like she was his prey. She wore some gold jewellery, like earrings and a dainty necklace, and red heels to match her dress. Fishnet tights were the last thing to pull her outfit together. She was like a model to him. She was gorgeous. Easily the most gorgeous girl in there. He watched her for a minute as she smiled sweetly at her friend who was telling her about a guy she wanted to cop off with in the bathrooms. She had told her friend that she didn't think that was a good idea but of course the other girl didn't listen and wandered off to find her lover boy. The other girls of the group had disbanded as well which left her alone waiting for her drink. She gave the same sweet soft smile which would make anyone fall in love to the bartender who handed her her drink. Murdoc watched the girl take a sip of her drink. He watched the way she parted her pink lips and placed the glass onto her bottom lip closing her eyes before letting the liquid run into her mouth and down her throat and he watched her throat as she swallowed it.

Biting his lip he felt a tent grow in his pants and tried his best to ignore it as he carried on watching her secretly. She placed the cup back down and looked around for a minute looking for her group of friends before her eyes settled on the mysterious green man a few seats away from her. She raised a brow looking him up and down and then looked at his face. Sparkling green eyes met his and she quickly glanced away knowing she had been caught staring. Trying to continue diverting her gaze, she instead took another sip of her drink before hearing the sound of leather next to her and as she looked back up she realised the stranger had sat next to her.

"The names Murdoc. Murdoc Niccals"