Murdoc's Victory

"Ladies and gentlemen, to kick off the 48th annual Grammy awards, please welcome Madonna and Gorillaz!"

"Hm?" Pressing the enter button on her microwave, Vicky walked to her television to get a better view. With a smile she saw Murdoc, on her screen, wagging his tongue around at the crowd as a man with messy blue hair began to sing.

"Feel good..."

"So this is his band?" Vicky reached into her couch and turned up the volume, sitting on the floor against her couch in awe, tapping her feet to the music. "Not bad. What the!" She burst out laughing as she noticed Murdoc thrust his hips against his bass. "They're good." She stood, hearing the end signal of the microwave, and took one last glance at the TV as Madonna started singing, "The lead singer's kinda cute, in a dopey sort of way." She giggled.

 

It had been about seven months since he last saw her at the train station and yet, here she was again not looking much different from the last time Murdoc had laid his multicolored eyes on her. Actually she had changed quite a bit, her hair was now straight and loose around her face, she was wearing dark blue jean shorts, showing off those shapely legs of hers, Murdoc mused, a black shoulder cut-off shirt that was lose around her arms and chest but tight around her stomach, letting Murdoc see more of her figure, with a pair of black gladiator sandals. Yes, she looked quite different from the last time Murdoc had seen her, but he never forgot a face; alright, he never forgot body, especially not one like hers.

Standing up from his bench, Murdoc crossed the platform and sat next to her, surprising her if the look on her face was anything to go by.

"So, what? Are yah stalking me now, love?" He smirked at her surprised face, stretching his arms and placing one right behind her. His smirk only grew as he saw her face start to turn a pinkish hue.

"As if!" She rolled her eyes. "Me stalk you? Please, I was merely taking a trip on the train and happened to stop here."

"Right. Yah keep tellin' yahself that, love. I know yah just couldn't stay away from ol' Mudsy here."

"Aright, alright!" She laughed. "I did kinda hope that I could maybe run into you while I was here again. I just didn't want to appear like a freak. So sue me." She grinned, crossing her arms.

"If yah wanted to see me all yah had to do was tell me, luv." Murdoc flicked his tongue out.

"Yeah and how was I gonna do that if I don't have your number, oh smart one?" She said, rolling her eyes again.

"Ah, yes. Well bugger that, what I want to know is what a pretty little bird is doin' all by herself here again?"

"Well, see I don't know if you remember but the last time I was here was because of a concert for the CSO, right?"

"Yeah, so?"

"Well, let's just say they didn't exactly approve of my sense of, um… style guess you could say and because of that they decided to grant me a 'leave of absence' with no definite time to go back. Basically they fired my ass, so I decided to come over to this side of the world and try to see what I could do with myself."

"Sounds excitin'." He said, looking around. "So what do yah plan on doin' now?"

"Dunno. Maybe start teaching private lessons or something. I dunno." Shrugged Vicky. "Hey I just remembered! I saw you on the Grammy's, with Madonna. You guys are good!" She turned her body, facing him, with on leg bent under her.

"Of course we are! We're the best friggin' band ever! I make sure of that much." He pulled out his pack of Lucky Lungs.

"Yeah, whatever Mr. Conceited." She snatched the pack from his hand and stuck a cigarette in between her lips.

"Hey! Those're mine!" He said, taking them back from her.

"And greedy too, jeez what do people see in you." She said, resting her arm on her knee and her head on her palm.

"Charm, good looks, money, fame, my huge–"

"Aaaand that's enough information for me." She said, lighting her cigarette in the process.

Taking her lighter in the process, Murdoc replied, "I was tryin' to say my big bass 'El Diablo' but I like the way yah think. Would yah care to meet it?" He waggled his eyebrows, lighting his own fag.

"What your bass?"

"No, the other one."

She started laughing, "No thanks. I'm good."

"Yah sure? Cause Kong is not to far away from here and I promise," he leaned in closer to her, lowering his voice, "I wouldn't disappoint."

As soon as those words were uttered, a red color shot up through her body, covering Vicky's face causing her to laugh harder and push Murdoc away. "Murdoc, you're such a pig!" She laughed.

"Oink Oink love."

 

"Do yah, do yah always walk this slow, love?" Murdoc said looking back at Vicky who was currently running a short distance to catch up to Murdoc.

"Well excuse moi for not have legs as long as yours. Not everyone can have legs as long and skinny as yours." Rolling her eyes and smiling as she fell back into pace with him. "'Sides, I have a perfectly reasonable excuse for falling behind."

"What, tying yah hair up? That hardly seems reasonable to me. Uhuh, if anythin' I like to think yah just wanted to have me look at yah." He gave her a once over, stopping to look at her legs. "And I wouldn't worry bout yah legs, they look absolutely delicious to me, uhuhuhuh."

"I never said I was worried about them, only that they can't walk as fast as yours." She turned around, walking backwards. "As for looking delicious, well, let's just say you're free to look but that's as far as you'll get, Mudsy." She said before blowing a kiss at him; following with wiggling her fingers while her hands where next to her face, scrunching her face and sticking her tongue out at him. "Nyeh, nyeh!"

Murdoc absolutely loved a girl who teased him and this one was definitely high on the list of expectations. Vicky definitely lived up to the hispanic stereotype of an exotic figure and with her attitude, he just couldn't wait to get her inside his Winnie and into is Egyptian silk sheets. He chuckled to himself– lighting a fag after seeing her do so– and watched her walk in front of him, swaying her hips from one side to the next. He knew she was doing it on purpose to play with him and though it wasn't necessarily enough to get him hot and bothered, he still enjoyed her little game of playing coy.

He just hoped she wasn't trying to put in this much effort with him because she thought it would lead to some serious romantic relationship. He grimaced at the thought. He could see her in both lights: looking for just some fun and looking for a commitment. I mean think about it, happening upon her again at the train station months after their first meeting, after she moved to England from the US? It was a little psycho, if you asked him, but in the end Murdoc never turned down some god tail. He chuckled again as he exhaled his fag.

"You say something?" She turned to him.

"No, no. Nothin' at all, lovebird."

Shrugging, she slowed her pace in order to walk by him. She looked at him with those big heavily blackened brown eyes of hers and gave him a wink, taking a drag of her cigarette.

"So where exactly is Kong?"

"The gate's right there, just up ahead." He pointed to a gate about 30 feet from them. "Yah can see Kong clearly from here, actually. Is the big buildin' on top of the hill covered in crrrap." He wrapped his arm around her, noticing her blush, which made him realize something. "Right up there." He pointed to Kong in the immediate distance.

She cleared her throat, and took another drag of her cigarette. "Right there, huh?"

Murdoc's excitement grew tremendously as the realization dawned on him that this teasing little vixen was a virgin.

"Yeah, tha's right." He smirk grew into a full-out grin, his pointed teeth showing clearly and his eyebrows turned inwards almost menacingly.

Yes, he was going to enjoy shagging this one. Very much so.

Flicking her cigarette and clearing her throat once again, she turned to Murdoc and grabbed his arm. "Well then what the fuck are we waiting for? I wanna see it now!" She dragged him forward with a huge smile plastered on her face.

'Well', Murdoc mused, 'at least I'll enjoy it while it lasts.'