2D X Reader [The Plastic Beach]

Chapter Thirty

    "Hey, luv!?" 2-D called out from the other room.

You stopped what you were doing, walking into your room.

"Look wot I made on dah ipad Murdok gave to me." He unlocked the tablet, pulling up the garage band app.

    You sat down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, trying to block out the loud sounds the jet you rode  produced. Finally, you were all on your way back to plastic beach. What an exhausting trip. It was so exhausting in fact, even 2-D started to say that he missed his little room at the bottom of the island. That was a lot coming from him considering the reason why he was in there in the first place.

"I've been makin' deez songs on here during our tour to America an' I wawnt yewur' opinion on em'." He handed you the ipad, smiling a little.

You tapped on a song titled 'Aspen Forest'. It was pretty, full of sounds of nature. Next you listened to 'Revolving Doors'.

"This one is really good! You should see if Murdoc could get you to publish these, like, so you can have your very own album?"

"Es it really good...? I don' fink people will actually like it aol too much. I was just messin' wif the iPad, I did et just for fun reallay'."

"Of course people will like it!" You assured, handing him his tablet.

2-D took it back and rested in flat down next to him, "I- I mean okay...fank yeuw... but how would I get the silly wanker to let me publish dis?"

"I gotcha covered, he'll listen to me. How about he gets half the money. Then I'll steal half of that from him and give it to you." You said, kissing his cheek.

"Yeur' going to steal monay' from yeur' uncle?" 2-D questioned.

"Well it would be your's technically he stole it from you."

   2-D nodded in agreement. He got up and grabbed a bottle of beer and sat back down, "Oh shet, did yeuw wawnt some? I didn't even ask I'm sorreh."

"It's okay, I'll get it."

   Murdoc stepped into the room and asked if we were drinking without him. I invited him over, him grabbing his vodka.

"We have about three hours left, let's play a game, no?" Murdoc smiled.

"Well, we cawn't play strip poker, wot a shame." 2-D sighed, "We don't have poker chips."

"And there's the fact that she's my bloody niece you half-wit." Murdoc growled.

"Yeur' right. Yeur' right, good point."

Murdoc thought for a moment. His face brightened up, "I have drunk jenga! Let's play that!"

"Oh yeahhh I rememba' playin' dat! Good times, good times."

    You didn't really know what it was at first. Murdoc explained to you that it was just like regular old jenga, but, when the blocks fell, you had to pick one random block and preform the task written on the block, a third of them having the word 'shot' on them, which obviously meant, take a shot.
    Long story short; Murdoc and 2-D ended up borderline making out , which made you laugh but also brought you disgust. 2-D had to grind on you for a about minute, and your uncle had to watch, which was awkward as hell. 2-D had to run around without his shirt on and you had to sit on Murdoc's lap for the rest of the game. They both ended up drunker then you by a long shot, you were way better at not knocking down the blocks then them both combine. All three of you ended up in a pile, holding each other and taking a nap, until you landed and the person flying kicked you off.

"We are finally home." You yawned.

Murdoc had an awful case of hiccups now, hiccuping in almost every sentence he spoke, wobbling around like weird kid's toy.

"Murdy is hammered oh my god." You supported him while he had a few bags in in hand, walking him inside and sitting him on the couch.

    2-D was at least sober enough to know what he was doing. He recovered quickly from it and it barely phased him now. He brought most of the stuff in. All of the bags were pilled near the entrance of the Gorillaz's mansion. You were all too tired to unpack, so you just left it there until you had the energy to clean it up.
    2-D dragged you into the elevator with him, making your way to your bedroom. Your door was half open and he heard a strange noise coming out from the inside. Being paranoid, 2-D made you look in your room first, but it just ended up being Cortez playing around with one of your pillows that fell on the ground. What a cute big bird.
    Cortez paused and looked up at you, then flew over like he was excited to see you. He sat on your shoulder. rubbing his your face with his own as if he was trying to cuddle with you.

"Dat bird reallay likes yeuw." 2-D pointed out the obvious.

"He always has, I don't really know why though. He's a cutie. He's getting old though." You sat on your bed with him.

"Oh dear, how old is he now?" 2-D sat down as well, petting Cortez's side.

"About nine or ten years old." You said sadly, "They only live for about ten-fifteen years. He seems okay for now though, that's all that matters I guess."

    The raven jumped on your head and then flew off and outside your room, probably to go see Murdoc or scavenge through the cabinets. You shut the door then took of your shirt and jeans, tossing them to the side, then climbing into bed. 2-D followed, repeating your actions. He wrapped his arms around you.

"Don' worry about him. The bird will be okay." He kissed your cheek.

    It was super late out, it took hours to get here. 2-D had to close the curtains because of how bright the moon was that night but soon after returned to his position of holding you closely to him.

"We are finally home. Thank god."

"I know, I can finally spend more alone time wif yeuw~" he ran his hand up and down your side.

You sighed, "Don't even think about it."

"Oops sorreh, dear." He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

You smiled, "It's okay babe, you're fine." You yawned. "Well, we need to get to sleep. I'm so tired.

"Yes, we should probably do dat. Goodnigh', my precious angel."

"Goodnight, you big cute dork."

    2-D let out a little chuckle before falling asleep next to you.

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