The Chadz (Murdoc Niccals x OC)

Knob nosed idiots

He turned around and scanned the room for her. Gone. "DAMNIT"

he walked towards the bar.

"Is Dolly still here?" Alfonzo pitifully looked at the man, "No, she left, and she doesn't want you to follow her." Clive groaned "Also, you need to leave. I don't care what your relationship with Darryl is, but if he knew what you just did he'd want you out too. Plus you're a complete dick."

He did it again. Fuck. Did she leave because of the fight? Or had she been planning to all along? He could follow her, try to apologize, and explain his 'feelings' for her. No, he didn't even know what those 'feelings' were, let alone did he want someone else to know about them. This was for the better, he didn't need this emotional turmoil. Of course he would miss her, but not for long. At least not long enough to care. God why did he have to fuck it up again?

As he was turning to leave, too tired to cause a fuss. A hand smacked him upside the head. He turned.

"I'm not going to forget about an offer of a free beer you knob."

Of course it was murdoc, "Lucky you, my open tab just expired, and I don't have any cash on me."

"Check your pockets."

"What?"

"Check your pockets, you ruined my show, my band left me, and you gave me a black eye. Check your damn pockets."

Clive looked behind Murdoc, sure enough, no band or equipment in sight. (Except for Murdocs bass which was strapped against his back) Clive reached his hand into his left jean pocket, and found five pounds.

"That's enough for a beer, order it for me you twat."

Alfonzo was watching this entire interaction. "No, he can't order it. I want nothing to do with him"

"For fucks sake." Murdoc snatched the money out of Clive's hand and ordered for himself.

As soon as the bottle arrived he was ready to leave; Murdoc flipped Clive off, and headed out the door.

Clive followed.

"You don't blame me for your band leaving do you?" Clive wondered why he cared.

"No, who do you even think you are? They left cause they're a bunch of twats. They won't get anywhere without me." Murdoc took a swig from his beer.

"God you have such an ego."

"Says the bloke who fought me cause he thought my song was about him! I don't even know your name! Why would I write about you? I reserve that spot for sweet birds~"

"It's Clive."

"I don't care really. Why are you following me? Stop it."

"I don't care really."

"God you're insufferable."

Clive was becoming bored, he started looking around for a bar or something similar where he could pick up a lady for the night. Nothing. Only closed shops.

"Why did you insist on getting me this beer?" Murdoc spat

"Why do you care?"

"I'm bored for Christs sake. Indulge me."

"Honestly? Cause I thought your whole prostitute story was funny, and I didn't think I'd get kicked out." He sighed "if I had known, I would've used that five pound to buy a beer for myself. And left you to choke on your own blood on the floor."

"Choke on my own blood?! You wanker, you're not the insanely strong goliath you think you are, hell I think I broke your nose!"

"Save it. My nose hasn't looked better. Yours on the other hand looks like a knob" Clive snickered "knob nose!"

"KNOB NOS- god you idiot-"

And just like that, the two men were yet another unintelligible pile on the floor. Except, this time it was more fun. Less malice and pure unwitting hatred, but more playful.

Illuminated by the pale moonlight above; the pair found it hard to continue their attack. They were both too engulfed in laughter, but neither was really sure what they were laughing at.

"This might be the dumbest thing I've ever done." Clive chuckled

"Yeah? That must mean a lot coming from you."

"Save it knob nose."

"Fuck off"

They both stood up. Murdoc noticed he had dropped and spilt the rest of his beer in the commotion.

"I could go for another drink."

"Don't even think about asking me to pay, you already took all my money"

"Idiot. You offered, I only followed through.
I've got beer at my place, and you're coming with me."

"What? Why's that!?" Clive may of acted annoyed at the idea, but in reality he was relieved. Looked like he might have a place to stay after all.

"Because, you owe me."

"Says who?"

"Me. Besides I doubt you anything better to do"

"I could think of about a million better people to do right now"

"THATS NOT WHAT IM INSINUATING YOU IDIOTIC TWAT, I COULD SAY THE SAME THING ABOUT YOU"

Murdoc smacked him upside the head. Clive did the same and snickered.

"We're forming a band."