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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!	By : xtwodentsx Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Gorillaz Views: 1297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Can’t Spell Slaughter Without Laughter
Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The Natas sisters make no claims that we own the Gorillaz so please don’t sue us.

Complete blackness and a whooshing sound followed the pushing of the button. When the blackness ebated, the sister realized they were moving…in a van (a black van, to be specific). “What’s up with the rapist mobile?” Switch asked as she looked around the house-like furnishings of the back of the black van. “Um…I don’t know, but I don’t think we’re in Kong Studios anymore, Toedoe.” Dru said, propping her prone form up on her elbows, glancing around as her sister had just finished doing.

“What the hell are you two bints doing here?” the angry voice of the bassist slammed into the sisters’ ears, causing them to wince at the harsh sound. It wasn’t that they were afraid of Murdoc. It was just their ears were better than any human’s and the time they had spent in the soundless void, their ears had become used to the utter silence, which is why they had been whispering.

Thankfully, Murdoc took it to mean that they were afraid of him, which meant their secret was safe…for the time being at least. Problem was, Dru couldn’t let him get a big head about it. “Grr…” she grumbled as she attempted to get comfortable. “Shut it, bassist boy.” Dru snapped back, earning herself a puzzled, intrigued stare from said bassist.

“They pushed the button.” 2D said, matter-of-factly, causing everyone to look at him with a raised brow. He-oblivious, as always-kept humming to himself until Murdoc finally got ged up with it.

“WHAT GODDAMN BUTTON?!” he roared back at 2D, who returned Murdoc’s angry expression with a blank one. After a few moments, realization dawned on him.

“Oh, the one in the video editing room. It took me three times ending up in different areas of the studio and various cars in the carpark to realize it said ‘DO NOT PUSH’ on it.” He laughed absently at it and went back to humming the song he had been before he was so rudely interrupted.

“Why the BLEEDING HELL did you push a button that tells you not to?” Murdoc growled, barely able to control his anger. “Well, if you hadn’t come in and covered everything in your stupid Playboy magazines, we would’ve seen the ‘Do Not…’ part and not pushed the damn thing! So us being here is your fault!” Dru yelled back at him.

That was the second time Murdoc was made speechless. Yet this time, he didn’t stay that way for long. “Jealous I prefer them to you?” Murdoc asked, curling his long, slender tongue around his teeth. Dru smirked back. “Ah…So you haven’t been as faithful a fan as you thought. Doesn’t January 2005 look familiar to you?” She got up on all fours and turned her head with a come-hither look. The shock in Murdoc’s eyes and expression made Druke fall over onto the plush carpet with laughter that joined by Switch’s giggles.

‘I remember her now! I’d had a feeling that something was familiar about her that first day I threw open the door only to find myself, a few moments later, firmly planted on my ass, and a boot-clad figure, in dark stalkings, plaid miniskirt and tank top standing before me. This dominatrix vision didn’t even glance down in my direction, merely pulled in her one duffle bag and went to the desk and scanned the directory. Then flounced off down the hall.’

The van lurched to a halt, throwing Dru into Murdoc’s lap and forcing their faces mere kissing distance. If either so much as breathed they would be locked in a kiss. Russel, who controlled the van, looked back at the pair in the rear view mirror, then glanced exasperatedly at Noodle, who sat in the passenger seat and shot Russel and evil glance that Russel, still under the effects of the Absinthe, was able to completely understand her glance and slammed on the gas, then switched to the brake, throwing Switch into 2D’s lap and pushed Murdoc’s lips into Dru’s.

Murdoc’s eyes widened as did Druke’s, but his began to slp closed as he melted inot the kiss. Dru upon seeing seeing his eyes become heavy, pulled away quickly and moved as far from Murdoc as she could, her fingers pressed against her pleasantly tingling lips. Druke cowered by Switch, putting her sister and the lead singer between her and Murdoc. Murdoc, thankfully(or so Dru thought), switched his rage onto Russel.

“What the fuck’s wrong with ya, ya bid tube o’ lard?! Who taught you how to drive? A mayor?” “Sorry, but little Jesus jumped in front of the car and then he tried to get through in the back.” Russel replied, calmly as if Murdoc was slower than 2D. “What the…?! Have you gotten into 2D’s candy shoppe again?” Murdoc asks angrily, referring to 2D’s medicine cabinet. “No, he drank six glasses of Absinthe and now his tweaking.” Dru said, having collected herself together. “You drank sixteen so shuddup.” Russel slurred slightly.

“Well, I have some good news and some bad news: the good news, drummer boy, is I’m immune to the ill-effects…the bad news is I’m immune to the fun-effects of alcohol. So don’t compare your inability to hold liquor to my ability to kick your ass in a drinking contest.” Dru said nicely.

She crawled up to Russel’s chair and whispered something in his ear. His eyes changed quickly and he kicked the car into gear and sped off, throwing Murdoc and Dru against the side, Dru sitting on Murdoc again, this time, however, her back against his front. She began to wiggle in and attempt to extract herself from her current position.

Murdoc, not wanting to embarrass himself because of the reaction her movements were causing, he grabbed her hips to stop her movements and that contact-as well as the contact she could suddenly feel pressing his jeans into the back of hers. Her eyes widened in shock as she turned to face him, similar to a deer in the headlights. Her eyes stayed on his for as second before they scanned the rest of the vehicle to check if the rest of the occupants were looking.

What she found was a scene that filled her with mixed emotions of happy (though not as happy as Murdoc seemed to be beneath her) and trepidation. As she began to tremble for some reason, she herself couldn’t explain, Murdoc gently eased his arms around her to both hold her in place to stop the ongoing problem and to attempt to comfort her.

“Hey…Don’t worry. Nit wit over there,” he said looking over at 2D, somehow guiding her gaze that way. “is preoccupied…as is your sister, And my current condition just requires you to help hide it…since it is your fault…” he drawled sensually, causing her trembling to turn into a few shivers and a light blush to steal across her cheeks.

‘Damn! I hate being a natural red head!’ Druke thought as she tried to simultaneously hide her blush and stop her trembling. ‘Damn that Russel! Damn his bad driving! Damn this girl’s soft lips, supple body…’ he thought, slipping into a triple X rating. When his eyes landed on the puppy-dog eyed singer and the red-head-in-his-arms’ sister were making at each other… ‘Damn 2D and Switch!’ he thought, growling into Dru’s ear, causing her to shiver again.
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Can't Spell Slaughter Without Laugter RePosted!