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Drummers Do It With Rhythm	By : Susiebeeca Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 2071 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Del threw down his cards. "Fuck, man! How can I have a straight flush and STILL lose the hand? How do you do it?"

"I can see right through you, bro."

"Whaddaya mean?" he said, as Russ scooped up the last of his chips. "I can keep a better poker face than you any day."

"No, I mean I can *literally* see right through you—you're transparent and you're sitting in front of a mirror. I could see your cards the whole time." Russ grinned wickedly and thumbed through his cash.

Del turned around and stared at his reflection in disgust. "Damn! Why didn't you tell me?"

Russ shrugged. "Not my fault you're an idiot."

"I am not," he pouted.

"Are too. Who else would be dumb enough to lose a bet to Noodle?"

Del puffed up. "Yeah, well, at least I didn't lose my girl to the Niccals."

A blush showed up even under Russ' dark skin. The ghost noticed it and smiled smugly.

"Look," Russ started, "I thought we'd agreed not to talk about—"

"Not talking about it won't make it go away, bro." Del poked him in the chest, and Russ smacked his hand away.

"Get that smirk off your face."

He tossed a chip at his friend and hit him in the forehead. "You
liked her, didn't you?"

Russ' head dropped to his hand. "Yeah," he said glumly, "I did. You happy?"

"No."

"Then why did you lead me into the Winnebago that night? You
knew they were banging in there!"

"Hey, a bro's gotta let a bro know when pusspussy ain't pure."

They glared at each other for a minute, Russ' fingers drumming in slow, annoyed-looking waves on the tabletop. "It's more than that, isn't it, Del?"

"Huh?"

"Come on, admit it. You had some sort of secret agenda, didn't you?"

The ghost swirled over the table and materialized again behind Russ, his hands wrapped around the big belly. "Oh yeah, *that's* it, Russy-boy," he sneered with a hard slap to the backside. "I want your ass. That's why I broke the two a' you up." Smack. "Don't flatter yourself."

"Quit hittin' my ass."

Del hooted and smacked him again. "I like big butts and I cannot lie, all you otha brothas can't deny—"

"Would you get your fucking hands off me?!"

He stopped singing, startled. "Russ, dude, calm down, I was just—"

Russ got up. "Yeah, I know. You were just kidding. I don't care."

"Then don't get all pissy on me."

"Del, shut up."

The doorway he was about the walk through filled up with blue smoke. Del materialized and blocked the way.

"Look. I didn't mean to piss you off."

Russ shrugged and pushed past him. "Yeah. Forget it, ‘kay?"

"Russ." Del stopped him and put an ectoplasmic hand on his shoulder. "Listen, I...uh...."

"You what?"

"I—nothing." He gulped.

"Del, it's okay! Man. It's not like you to get so worked up." Russ smiled and put his hand on his friend's. "Just relax, okay? It's cool."

"No, it's not." Del turned his pink face away. The hand under Russ' seemed to be shaking a little.

"What the hell's the matter with you? I've never seen you get all red-faced before. Come on, man. Spill it."

Del looked at him warily. "You don't want to know."

"Try me."

"Its—" he stopped, sighed, and slid the hand that was on the drummer's shoulder up to cup his face. Then in one swooping motion, Del bent down and caught Russ' bottom lip between his own. It was so soft and warm. In the two seconds that Russ was too shocked to move, he ran his hand up Russ' belly and tried to find a nipple.

"Jesus!" Russ jumped back and swatted Del's hand out from under his shirt. "What'd you do that for?"

"To make you piss yourself, like you almost did." He laughed, but it sounded hollow.

Smoothing his shirt, Russ frowned and tried to ignore the pounding in his ribcage. "Yeah? Then why are you blushing?"

The glowing pink deepened to red. "I'm not!"

"Yeah, you are." He touched his lip, which still tasted a little like Del's tongue. "What the hell was that all about?"

Del squirmed like a kid who had to pee. "See ya later, Russ," he mumbled, and funneled himself back into Russ' head.

"Hey!" Russ knocked on his skull. "Motherfucker! Get outta there!" He grabbed his ears and shook himself like a wet dog. "Come on, I just wanna—"

He stopped suddenly when he caught sight of a bemused Murdoc standing in the doorway.

"You finally gone batty on me, lardass?" Murdoc flicked his cigarette and leered at him. Russ noticed to his embarrassment that he was still holding his ears. He let his hands drop to his sides and scratched the back of his neck, muttering "Whatever, Niccals."

"It's that fucking ghost, isn't it? Driving you mad?"
Russ stared, dumbfounded. His face felt hot. Had Murdoc seen—?

"Yeah, thought so. He pisses the hell right outta me, too. Now move that cannonball you call your arse and get to practice."

The drummer trailed after him silently on their way to the studio. He could sense Del turning over inside his head, but he couldn't tell what he was feeling. Embarrassment? Shame? Maybe a bit of giddiness?

He pulled the drumsticks out of his back pocket and began mindlessly tapping along. He must have been on autopilot, because out of nowhere two grey, smelly fingers were suddenly snapping in front of his face.

"Hello? Earth to fatso? Are you in there?"
"Yeah, I'm here, Niccals. Get outta my face."

"Good. Now summon that ghost, we're running some of his rapping."

"Er—" Russ looked at his lap. "I can't."

Murdoc growled. "Most of the time you can't keep him in your head. Quit dicking around and get him out here!"

"He just doesn't want to talk to me or something."

2D looked disappointed. "Aw, why not?"

"Probably cause he planted a big wet one on fatty here."
BlooBlood rushed to Russ' face. "Murdoc!"

"What, you think I didn't see that?" he said, smirking. "Just goes to show ya, you leave two blokes in close quarters for too long and one day—"

2D scratched his head. "Planted a big wet *what* on him, Murdoc?"

"He kissed him, you retard!" Murdoc cackled."He tried to cup one of his titties, too. I guess he likes the double Ds, heh heh." He lunged at Russ and grabbed at his chest.

One swipe sent Murdoc crashing backwards onto the floor. "Lay off, Niccals."

Murdoc narrowed his eyes to slits. "I'm not the one you should be saying that to."

Russ got up and pushed past a stunned-looking 2D. "God. I can't deal with you right now. If you need me, I'll be upstairs."

He somehow made his way up the stairs, despite how badly his legs were shaking. Lying down on a cot, he closed his eyes and tried to unfocus his mind. Del had gone quiet inside him, and the room seemed very still.
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