It rang, and it rang, and it rang. Finally a pick up as Andrea smirked, already in her cab back to her hotel. "Yes love?" She answered.
"How much?" Murdoc asked, not even bothering to greet her.
Andrea's staticy chuckle rippled into the old phone. "2,500. A month." She answered, almost making Murdoc choke on his own breath. "Sweet satan!" He exclaimed.
"I guess I'll be looking up Y/N's phone num- Nono!... I'll get you the money." Murdoc sighed.
"As expected, meet up next week?" She smirked, looking out the window.
"Yeah.." Murdoc mumbled.
"See you then."
The phone line went dead, leaving Murdoc empty, and defeated. What was he going to do? He couldn't pay Andrea 2'500 dollars every single month forever.
Maybe he could find a way out.
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It felt like time flew as your four days in the city of romance were already up. You were landing in the Detroit airport excitingly and incredibly early in the morning, but you couldn't wait to see Murdoc!
Soon the plane landed, and everyone filed out as you practically bounded out of the plane like a deer escaping headlights, your poor bags getting dragged behind you and flopping everywhere.
You soon came into the airport, Marilyn not to far behind, but went to head towards her own car as you looked around. He had promised to pick you up this morning!
You spotted Russel almost immediately out of the crowd, you kind of stumbled a bit. Maybe he brought the whole band with him?
To your dismay, once you approached closer and the crowd cleared it revealed to only be Russel, looking at you with an 'i know you're disappointed and i'm sorry' look as he rubbed the back of his neck a bit.
You walked up to him, still being happy to see him at least. "Hey! Where's Murdoc?" You asked, raising an eyebrow, maintaining a small smile.
"I really don't know, doll. He left sometime early this morning, first time i think i heard him say he was genuinely sorry in 23 years. He ran out the door in a rush, though. That's for sure." Russel explained, making your heart droop a little bit.
"Well, maybe he had something come up with the album. I think Damon sometimes pushes you lot overboard." You replied, partly trying to assure yourself and the other half to assure Russel you were fine with it.
"Maybe so." Russel shrugged, helping you with some of your bags. "Anyway, you ready to hit the road?" He asked, slinging one over his shoulder.
"Yeah!" You smiled.
In what seemed like minutes you were already in the passenger seat of the car buckling up, humming softly while Russel revved up the engine.
"I hope you like Biggie, he's the only cassette I got right now." Russel smiled, giving the cassette a little nudge into the player before the 90s artist began pumping out of the speakers.
You arrived at the house around 15 minutes, Russel helped you take your bags out of the trunk and pull them up to the house.
Russel opened the door for you, no Murdoc in the living room or kitchen.
"Murdoc?" You called out, dragging your bags still along with you as you looked around. No Murdoc.
"He's still gone." Noodle replied from the living room before you made your way upstairs, making you frown in disappointment. "We've tried calling him, he won't pick up." She added.
You sighed. "Let me go put my bags in his room." You muttered, dragging all your bags upstairs, politely declining the help of 2D along the way.
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11pm. The door opened.
There Murdoc was, drunk out of his mind. Noodle stayed up with you most of the night, and was about ready to knock his brains out before he even got all the way in the house.
"Where have you been?!" She exclaimed, giving him the motherly hands-on-the-hips pose. Foot tapping and all.
"D-Dammey boy needed me in the studiooooo!" He slurred an obvious lie.
"To bed, now. I'll deal with you in the morning when you're sober." Noodle concluded with a harsh glare. "You kept the whole band and Y/N worried that you had ran off to cause trouble or worse. You're 51 and still haven't grown up!" She scolded. You just silently sat on the couch, not wanting to get involved in the wrath of Noodle.
Murdoc muttered something indistinct before wobbling and stumbling upstairs, Noodle giving him a hard stare the whole way up. When his door closed to his room she sighed. Yet you were almost on the verge of tears. What he really trying to avoid seeing you again that much?
Noodle noticed after a couple seconds, and immediately came to your aid. "Hey! What's wrong?" She asked in a much calmer tone, but you just broke down into tears. "W-Was he really trying that hard to avoid me?? I-I thought he'd be happy t-to have me back!" You stuttered through the tears.
"Don't blame yourself! Murdoc just doesn't know how to handle emotions, nor does he know how to handle his alcohol obviously." She tried to get you to smile, yet you just forced a small one and gave her a faux chuckle.
"Come on, I don't want to see you crying over that green mutt. You can sleep in my room tonight, I have an extra futon!" She continued to try and cheer you up, so you accepted.
Soon Noodle helped you up, and began to lead you to her room where you would stay for the night. Little did you know.. The next morning was going to be hell.
