Murdoc's Victory

RING!

RING!

RING!

Murdoc growled, pushing the woman next to him as far away from him as he could. He groggily searched for his motorola until it stopped ringing. He began to drift back into the land of sleep until the woman next to him began to shake him.

“Oh sweet Satan,” he mumbled. “What?”

“Ah'm right bout t' 'ead on outta heah. Yah needs t' pay me now luff.”

Murdoc groaned, reaching into the pockets of the jeans he was loosely wearing, handing some bills to the whore before feeling himself retreat back into unconsciousness.

RING!

RING!

RING!

RING!

Murdoc jumped out of bed, howling as he did so, convinced that someone was out to deny him sleep today. His cell phone sounded as if it were right next to his ear yet was no where to be found. He threw his sheets onto the floor, nothing; he moved his laptop, nothing; he searched around Cortez' empty cage, nothing. 'Where in Lucifer's name is that soddin' contraption!' Finally he found it inside of his precious leather boot, not bothering to check the caller ID he answered, “What do yah want?”

“Good morning to you too Mr. Grumpypants.”

“Noo tsh sh sh sh. Quieter... Now I ask again, why are yah callin' me so early?”

“If I didn't like to sleep in till noon myself I would comment on that but I do so I won't.”

“Huh?” Murdoc groaned, falling back onto the bed and closing his eyes, hoping to shut out any light that dared come through.

“Nothing. I was actually calling to ask if you'd seen 2D or if you know where he is?”

“That's why yah called me? To know where the Faceache is? Goodb-”

“No wait!”

“Shhhhhh, don't yell. I'm right here... Sweet Satan...”

“Sorry, it's just he was supposed to help me with something but I can't find him anywhere.”

“I don't know where he is, I don't care where he is, if I could keep him locked away in a cage where he would stay in a catatonic state until I needed to suck his voice outta him, uhuhuhuh, I would but seein' as that would be counterproductive to my fame and fortune I can't so, I'm terribly sorry to say this love. I have absolutely no friggin' idea where yahr sweet little dull eyes, er... Dullard is. If this is it for the interview, I'll be leavin' then.”

“Not the news I was hoping for... Oh well, in that case I'll be needing you then.”

Murdoc grinned, raising one eyebrow. “I knew yah'd come crawlin' to me one day, uhuhuh.”

“Right.... Anyway... Come to my apartent in like an hour! I need someone musically adept to help me piece together an audition video for the school I'm applying at.”

“Yahr gonna go to school?” He could already imagine her in so many types of school girl outfits.

“No stupid, I've only been applying to teach music for, oh I dunno.... the past 2 months or so?” She paused. “Remember? I told you about this.”

“Yah didn't really expect me to pay attention I hope. I'm a bass playin' shag machine not a therapist.”

“Whatever. Just hurry up!”

Murdoc began to fall asleep again, his headache getting the better of him. He woke up with just enough time to remove his trousers, get into his silk covered bed and knock right back out.

He was being awoken nearly an hour later but to Murdoc it hardly felt like a minute. He could faintly hear a voice telling him to get out of the bed but he refused to let anyone else interrupt his slumber.

“Go away, or I'll punch you in the face!”

Vicky had expected for him to fall back asleep, she had expected him to protest when she came over to wake him, but what she had not expected was that after opening the door of his winnie, she would find Murdoc wearing nothing but a pair of underpants. Blushing she turned around. “Sorry!” That was all she could muster at the moment.

“Purple headed trouser snake... I have no idea why I said that...”

“Muds?”

“Hn?” Deciding to get out of bed, Murdoc sat on the edge of his bed holding his head and groaning.

“You're not wearing any pants. Mind putting some on?”

“Yeah yeah...” He scanned the area for his trousers, finding them at the foot of his bed and putting them on. “Yah can stop actin' like a little pansy now. My pants'r on.” He leaned back into the bed.

“That wasn't very kind.” She cleared her throat. “But whatever, c'mon! You gotta help me with my CD!”

“Oh would yah shut up already, sweet Satan! My head, ow...”

Biting her lip before deciding to sit next to Murdoc, Vicky looked at him feeling a little concern... But only a little “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Yah wanna make it better?” He squinted, looking at her outfit and giving a slight flick of his tongue against his lips in approval. “Come give us a kiss then.”

She rolled her eyes. “I'm not your mom. I won't kiss your 'boo boo goodbye.' Seriously though, what's got your panties in a twist. What's with the bad mood?”

“Love, I reached puberty when I was eight and lost my virginity to a diner lady when I was nine and I've been in a bad mood ever since. Nothin' yah can say or do will change that, so get used to it or fuck off.” He groaned, throwing his arm across his eyes. He was caught at a surprise when she didn't say anything in return and slowly glanced up to see her looking down. “Dove?”

“That's a new one.” She quickly responded, looking up for a second then towards Murdoc who was almost positive her eyes didn't glisten this vividly two minutes ago. “So are you ready to get up now?”

“Yeah yeah, let's go.”

Vicky got up and headed outside of the winnebago while Murdoc grabbed a couple of personal items. He lit his cigarette, thinking back to the last couple of minutes that had occurred in his Winnie not liking the thought that he had perhaps gone a little too far with his comment. He found her looking around curiously at some of the things in the car park when a light pang of guilt hit him again. She was quick to forgive and didn't say anything about it.

She didn't want to show it. If she did she'd look like a bigger idiot that the guy who cut off his own dick. Murdoc didn't care about anything or anyone other than himself or whatever was to his direct benefit. This was the very reason she had chosen to pursue a relationship with 2D instead of him. But knowing that she had bothered him that much, even if it was mostly because of the hangover, and that he had lashed out at her... Well, it bothered her and she had almost cried like such a fool! Luckily she managed to hold it in, though she was beginning to get teary eyed until Murdoc wrapped an arm around her shoulder and began talking to her about this and that. Vicky could smell the sex in the room and on him, she saw how awful he could be to his friends, and his behavior was borderline disgusting but it was during moments like this when he would just wrap his arm round her and talk to her as if she were his true friend that showed his uncommon qualities. Made her think; who is he? It was that question that attracted her more and more.