He sat back down in his seat, and fiddled with the belt loops on his pants. Not really sure how he should proceed after realizing he might like Dolly more than anticipated. He ordered a fifth scotch.
"Are you sure you're alright Clive?" She placed her drink down and turned towards him in her stool.
He was noticeably nervous and was struggling to keep eye contact. "Ha, yeah. I'm just a bit tired I guess." He sighed and downed his drink.
"Alright, maybe it's time to slow it down. No more scotch okay?"
"Yeah fine, I'll get a another beer instead."
"Beer? I meant water-"
Clive didn't listen to her, instead he waved down Alfonzo and ordered his well anticipated beer.
As soon as the bottle arrived Clive was ready to leave. He needed to move. He needed to do something.
"What time is it?" He turned towards Dolly, feeling more sure of himself with the scotch setting back in.
"Um, around 1?" She got up "you ready to leave?"
"ALRIGHT!" That regrettably familiar voice boomed from the stage "YOU LOT HAVE BEEN AN AMAZING CROWD! BUT NOW ITS TIME FOR OUR FINAL SONG OF THE NIGHT" Murdoc thrusted the microphone and threw his fist into the air. "HERE'S 'TIT'ULAR TRANSACTION"
Clive clutched the beer in his hand and walked towards the stage.
"Where are you going?" Dolly started after him "c'mon Clive... let's get out of here"
Transaction. How the hell did they know? Were they mocking him? How dare they.
Clive was now in the front row, staring daggers at Murdoc; who was none the wiser to the demonic death glare. He was too immersed in his music. Of course in reality the song title was only a simple play on words, and the song itself was about meeting a prostitute with big tits.
But, to an emotionally confused drunk man; this song was an insult. A threat. And the longer Murdoc sang, the angrier Clive became. He needed to do something.
"THIS SONG IS SHIT!" Not breaking his stare, Clive threw his half empty beer bottle in the air.
Collision. The bottle slammed into the middle of Murdocs forehead, it was enough to send him stumbling back. He caught himself and took a second to process what had happened.
He turned towards the direction of the once flying bottle. Clive grinned and flipped him off.
Murdoc sat his bass down. Grabbed the bottle off the floor. Then leaned off the side of the stage, nearly face to face with Clive.
"What the hell did you say?"
Clive scoffed "This. Song. Is. Shit."
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The Chadz (Murdoc Niccals x OC)
FanfictionClive lived and breathed impulsivity. Wether that be expressed through his jobs, hobbies or even relationships, he always needed something fresh. The thought of anything "long term" was a completely foreign concept, and one that had no interest of...
