2D X Reader [This Is My World]

Chapter Two

    9:47pm. I was bored and exhausted from this morning and at work. I took a nice, relaxing shower. They always lasted at least a solid 45 minutes if not, more. The soap burned the gash in my leg from the glass but I was too lazy to get stitches plus I really didn't have the money. I simply covered the wound with a bandage and hoped to not get an infection. Another reason why I had to conceal it was because my dog kept licking it which irritated the area in and around it. I heard it was harmless but I didn't want to take the chance of causing more damage.
    I dressed myself in some nice clothes and flat ironed my hair. "Aye buddy, I'm going out for a bit!" I called out to my dog. The slobbery mutt came running around the corner and jumped on me. He licked his lips repetitively and flared his little nose. His fluffy tail swayed back and forth. "I'll be back, don't worry!" I say, making my voice high pitched and squishing his big face.
    The dog jumped down and sprinted to the kitchen. The sound of an empty bowl being taped on the floor filled the apartment. I sighed. I set my wallet and keys on the counter and put my phone in my pocket. I knelt down and grabbed his bowl and filled it to the brim with fresh water. I told him goodbye and he licked my hand before I opened the front door and shut it. "Shit I forgot my keys and wallet."
I ran back inside to snatch the items, locked my door, and ran to my car.
    Unless it was the color of a passing by car, red is the worst color to see while driving. Stop signs and stop lights were so annoying even though they are mandatory. Traffic in England is the worst. There had to be at least fifty cars in front of me and there was no sign of any movement. I checked my phone and decided to look up Gorillaz. New pictures just from the past few days popped up. Noodle looked beautiful. Russel looked absolutely outstanding and definitely lost some weight. Hell, even Ace looked outstanding. 2-D however, had these devious looks on his face that made my heart flutter and wore new, hot outfits I've never even pictured him in before, mostly consisting of leather material. I'd kill to get into that man's trousers.
    Vulgar fantasies involving the famous singer that filled my mind were interrupted by obnoxious car horns honking. Looks like traffic was finally speeding up and I ended up holding everyone behind. What were this many cars doing on the road anyways? It's 10:28 at night.
    I turned right, then left, right again, then headed straight down the road. There's a really nice pub surrounded some posh hotels and shopping centers. I love going here from time to time. The lights were neon blue, purple, and pink. They are really similar to those in the 'Strobelite' music video made back during the Gorillaz's Humanz era in August last year, though it was more of an upper class strip club than a simple nightclub. I didn't pay much attention to the "exotic dancers" at all, I'm just in it for the excellent service, alcohol, and every-once-in-a-while I'll find a nice looking guy to either sleep with or even try to date. Dating never really goes too smoothly with me though. Oh well.
    I parked my car in the lot. I spotted something that made my heart drop. The same yellow car that almost put me into the hospital this morning. "I really hope that's not their car." I mumble. I shake my head and walk to the doors. I show the bouncer who used to be good friends with in high school my ID so I could enter the VIP lounge and walked on in past the ropes and past the double doors. Right as I walk in I was approached by a tall thin man. "Aye! You're the girl I almost hit with my car today!" Of course . It was the 6'1" tall, green bully boy, Ace.

"Yeah, that's me alright." I roll my eyes.

"Hey have no hard feelings. Just a little mistake is all, really. Want to come sit over by 2-D and I?"

"I...uh-"

"Common, drinks are on me, well...on him. He's got more cash then I've ever had in my life combine. The guy won't mind."

Ace was already dragging me over to the couch where 2-D sat. Three girls were all over him, kissing his jawline and neck and touching him all over. He was drinking a bottle of plain old beer while enjoying the company of the females in his presence. Ace tilted his head to the side and whistled at 2-D which caught his attention. 2-D's eyes widened a bit and he smiled. He stood up and the women around him basically all fell on top of each other, speed walking to us. One of the lady's mommy skirts flew up exposing that she wasn't wearing anything underneath. I look at her in disgust.

"Ima go play some poker. Get this little lady a few drinks, we owe her big time."

2-D smiles, "Yeas' of course. Come wif' me luv."

Ace walks away. I heard that he really knows how to play his cards right in poker but I just assume that he's cheating. Like Murdoc, Ace is always up to no good. All he did when he was a seventeen was harass little kindergarteners and the elderly.
I was a bit nervous to be around 2-D. It could definitely lead to no good. Even 2-D's younger and more "innocent" self still had a bad wrap that many people didn't come to know about. A typical rock and roll attitude mixed with a kind heart and beautiful soul. It was strange combination but he made it work. He was very gentle and sweet but also addicted to many different drugs and sex. He even fathered one too many children who he doesn't seem to even care for.

"Wot' would ya like to drink luv'? Booze? Vodka? Beer? A cocktail?"

I snapped out of my thoughts, "Uh, I haven't had vodka in a long time." God, I felt so awkward. I just wanted to get a few drinks alone and maybe a quick hook up to relieve some stress but instead got the unexpected chance to hang around one of my favorite celebrities. It honestly feels like I'm in some sort of a cliché fan fiction that teenage girls write in the middle of the night when they have absolutely nothing better to do.
    2-D hands me a few shots of Grey Goose. According to Murdoc it's the best vodka there is.

"Oh, how's ya leg doin'?" 2-D asked, pointing to my calf.

"It's doing fine. I just wrapped it up in a bandage and hopped for the best."

"Darling might leave a scar." He actually sounded concerned.

"Eh, theres not much I can do about that. It's just a little gash is all."

2-D sighed. He put his hand to his face. Thick red liquid dripped from his nose, "fuck!" He shouted, standing up quickly covering his nose.
"2-D!?" I called, following him to the restroom so I wasn't alone. I honestly didn't care that I ended up in the men's washroom, I just wanted to help out. Blood gushed from his poor nose. "Poor thing." I grabbed a bunch of paper towels and handed them over. I wiped blood off his jacket with warm water. It bled for a good ten minutes. We revived a lot of dirty looks and I couldn't tell if it was from his nosebleed, a woman being in the male's washroom, or both.

"I fink fha' air is a bit dry tonigh'."

"It must be. That's the only explanation as to why your nose started bleeding."

"I should probably go get some new clofe's soon."

My eyes suddenly trailed down to that obvious bulge that showed through his tight jeans

2-D snorted, not realizing a little bit of excess blood shot out along with the air, "Aye luv, my eyes ar' up ere'."

"Huh? Oh, sorry."

He smirked silently. 2-D tilted his head, "Would you like to come an' stay in my hotel room with me tonight?" He said seductively  in a surprisingly clear voice.
Nothing to hint that he even had something wrong with how he spoke. Fuck. All I did was look down and he knew.
"I'd love to." I gazed into his dark eyes. It startled me when I swore I saw a flicker of swirling around his pupils. Something like a hypnosis screen. Then again, I was probably just seeing things.