Gorillaz Oneshots

Dinner

It was out-of-the-ordinary for the Gorillaz to ever go somewhere anywhere close to nice for dinner. The most that they would go to were dirty bars and gsmall sports bars. However, it had been a while and because of their newest album, Murdoc Niccals; the creator of the band; decided to scrounge up as much money as he could and reward his band-mates for their hard work. He herded them into Stylo; their black Chevrolet Camaro; and drove them to a very large and expensive-looking building.

The place was definitely fancier than any other restaurant that the band had gone to before. On the inside, the walls were tan and were lit up by dim theatre lights. The carpet was a deep, royal red and the tables were adorned with lighter red tablecloths. In the center of each table stood small oil lamps that flickered and shone for atmosphere. The whole thing was topped off with quiet piano music playing from speakers hidden in the ceiling.

As they saw the scenery, the band, excluding Murdoc, gaped. Noodle exclaimed something in Japanese and put a hand to her mouth as Russel looked around and nodded.

"An' you say I don't do anythin' noice fo' ya!" Murdoc chuckled, smirking a shark-toothed grin. "Now, be quie' and le' me do the talking," he continued sharply, turning and walking up to the front desk; which was more like a podium than a desk.

2D looked at Noodle, his fractured eyes widening. The Japanese girl looked back and then at Murdoc, who's back was facing them as he talked to the well-dressed man behind the desk. Over the quiet notes of the piano, they could faintly hear the satanist's gruff voice speaking about a reservation that he had made. The combination of piano and diningroom chatter overcame his voice. This, too was surprising. Murdoc was loud; as far as the band knew, at least.

Either the reservation list was very long or the guy behind the desk was a very slow reader because the band began to get impatient, especially their leader.

"How long does gettin' a table take?" He grunted, making sure that the employee didn't hear him.

Finally, a waiter came out with four menus in one hand and white, cloth napkins draped over the other arm and led them to one of the round tables in the dining room. They were placed directly in the center, right underneath a gigantic, gold and diamond chandelier. He proceeded to walk around the table and pull the chair out for Noodle before pulling out a black pen and small notepad and asking for drink choices.

"May oi 'ave a whiskey cocktail, please?" 2D drawled in his heavily accented and high-pitched voice.

"Pina Colada for me, onegai shimasu!" Noodle grinned, nodding politely at the waiter.

"Just a beer, please. Nothin' fancy," Russel boomed, smirking.

"Wine."

Everyone turned to look at Murdoc, wide-eyed.

"Wot? Can't a guy a' leas' try to be fancy fo' once?"

The waiter wrote down their orders and left to the kitchen, leaving the band to chat.

"Wha's gotten into ya' Murdoc? Wine? Wouldn't you rafer 'ave vodka or somefink?"

"I like wha' I like, zombie face! Leave me be!"

"2D's right, Murdoc-San! you are acting a little weird."

Russel nodded, agreeing with the others.

"How am I actin' any differen' than usual?"

"Well, fo' one, you're wearin' a tux..," 2D gestured toward Murdoc's outfit.

"You ordered wine..," Noodle said, putting a finger to her chin and looking at the cieling.

"You're super quiet today..," Russel chimed in.

"Well, I'm in a good mood...Fo' some reason..," The black-haired man looked to the side, thinking. "Eh, mus' be 'cuz we're in someplace we 'aven't been befo'...Maybe the sun was out? I dunno."

"Honestly, oi fink oi like you betta' like dis."

"Then you'd better stop talkin' 'fore you ruin it fer' yourself."

Their drinks finally came out and as they ordered their food, everyone wondered what had gotten into their band leader. Was it something they had done? Was it the restaurant? They sat in silent thought until their food came out. Everything was delicious. Flavor seemed to be dripping off of every piece of meat, vegetable, and fruit that adorned their plates. They ate quietly, savoring their food until the final bite. Finally, when their plates were clean of all food, Murdoc cleared his throat and grinned.

"Soooo~, I was talking to a couple producers the otha' day and they said tha'; drumroll please; we coul' 'ave our own television show!"

"Woah, really?" Noodle's eyes widened as she leaned into the table.

2D's eyes widened as well as he choked on the water he was drinking, coughing and beating his chest with his fist.

"Sweet," Russel nodded, grinning. He looked at 2D. "You alright, man?"

"F-fine, fank you."

"How did you manage to get a deal? Did you bribe them?" Noodle asked, smiling with her mouth open.

"Nuh, No bribes! Jus' came up naturally! I was surprised they asked first, bu' they di'!"

"Are vey asking for anyfink?"

"Nope! Jus' the rights to our images for a shor' while!"

"So this is why you're so happy. I was startin' to get worried somethin' was wrong with you," Russel joked, earning him a glare from the band leader.

"I CAN'T WAIT, WE'RE GOING TO BE ON THE TEREBI! NANITE KOTODA," Noodle squealed, jumping up and down like a child.

The dining room suddenly went silent. All eyes were on Noodle who blushed and grinned, embarrassingly.

"Uh, gomen'nasai," she giggled awkwardly, sitting down.

Murdoc cleared his throat again and smirked, "So, we're gonna be meetin' with a director in London a' three o'clock tomorrow to ge' acquainted with 'im. Then, we star' shooting on Monday o' nex' week."

"Sounds good," Russel smiled.

"Grea'! Then, iss settled!"

"Sirs, madam, would you like your check?" The waiter had come back and was standing behind Murdoc with a black booklet under his arm.

"Yes, thank you!" The band leader said, turning and taking the check from him. He read it over and put his card in the booklet to be read before taking out money for a tip. The waiter walked to the back again and came back after a minute, handing Murdoc's card back and accepting his tip.

"Thank you, goo' sir! My complimen's to the chef!"

"You are doing it again, Murdoc-San!" Noodle giggled.

"Eh, tonight' was fun! I guess I'm jus' reacting to i' positively!"

2D yawned, "Well, we betta' ge' going 'fore oi foll asleep"

"Tha' woul' be amusing. 'Ey, I'm thinkin' of 'aving a livestream, you' better no' fall asleep on me!"

With that, the band stepped out the door and loaded into Stylo, driving away.