Murdoc drove out that night for quite the wile until he found the dive bar he knew he'd meet him. He parked his car, and saw the text on his flip phone.

PAULA: Were r u? Stu said ur seeing ur brother??

MURDOC: Ye. Won't b home til tomorrow. Luv u

PAULA: Luv u 2

Satan do I hate texting on this thing. Gotta hit the same button thrice fer one damn letter. He thought. He opened the car door and stepped out tucking his phone back in his jacket. The bar was down the steps, and upon opening the door he found the place to be as sleazy as Hannibal would take interest in. Murdoc walked in and looked around. The walls were concrete and the floors were blue carpet. Despite what the stains would show. He heard bar chatter. The kind of gang recruitment and bragging about raping or killing a hooker.

The usual.

       Murdoc knew for a fact his brother loved the fuck outta this place. It really did sound like him to want to meet here. But he never met with him. As far as he was concerned he knew Hannibal would treat him like trash as he would anyone else. Perhaps he ought to leave...? No, he came to get advice. He damn well knew what he wanted. He was gonna fucking get to talk to his brother.

       He saw the crowd around a specific spot in the bar. A man's foot rested on the bar as he knew Hannibal was leaning back. Murdoc made his way around the laughing dullards and dumb wenches with oversized sagging hooters in his face. Sure enough there was Hannibal aiming a switch knife somewhere. Murdoc figured he would see where this was going. He had his eyes be guided to a drunk bastard who had been hand cuffed to a tall dart board. Murdoc was unsurprised as he saw the knife miss and knock the man in his junk. His screams were more annoying then they were frightening or terrible to look at. He would walk it off.

       I'll remember that one for later. He thought, as the audience of his brother burst into an uproar of laughter. Murdoc looked over at his sibling. He was downing a shot, trying not to choke on his laughter. Mud walked over by his sibling and tapped his shoulder. "Hannibal? Is that a fuckin Mohawk ya twat? Not a good look, yer like whot fourth five fer fucks sake!" He teased. Hannibal swallowed and shattered the shot glass on the bar counter and aimed it at Murdoc. "Watch yerself Mud," he said. The green man didn't move an inch. "Never had the guts and never will. Do it. I dare you to!"

       Murdoc spread his arms out as people watched. Hannibal glared at his sibling with dark eyes before he laughed and stood from his barstool wrapping his arms around his baby brother. "Murdoc ya damn fag!" He laughed. Hannibal damn near squished the air out of Murdoc's lungs. Murdoc coughed and hacked at the sensation. But that was just how they bonded. "Missed ya too bro..." He choked. Murdoc was released and he coughed and managed a breath or two, no matter how many cigars he stole from his Dad those hugs were more sudden torture then the sudden shock wave of tar he would get that made his young lungs cause him to cough his little lungs out.

       Hannibal pat his back as Murdoc stood once more as his back released a satisfying popping noise. Murdoc breathed a few times. "The place is nice, this your main place?" Murdoc asked. Hannibal nodded. "Yup! I could introduce ya to the birds fer hire if ya'd like," he said. Murdoc rolled his eyes. "Ain't why I came here,Hannibal," he admitted. "Then why the hell bother me if ya don't need a wing man?" Murdoc took offense. "I resent that! Ya haven't been a damn wingman fer me since ferever ago ya twit!"

       Hannibal chuckled and called over the bartender. "So ya only called just to chat? Ain't like ya to just wanna be with yer brother, I know what ya want. Its something. Ya always want something," Hannibal said sipping his shot. Murdoc looked around and scratched at his ear awkwardly. "I'll confess, I want to just be heard by someone who won't remember everything I say tomorrow," he said. "Ya sound like a damn poet," Hannibal teased. Murdoc slapped his arm. Hannibal chuckled. Murdoc glared. He threw in a sneer to add to it.

"Cock,"

"Twat,"

"Fag,"

"Dipshit,"

"Twit,"

"Dick,"

"Buttmuncher,"

"Arse wipe!"

"CHICKEN NUGGET!"

"CUNT MONKEY!"

       "How old are you two?" A bird asked nearby, with a can of beer in her hand. "Thirty two," Murdoc said. "Forty three," Hannibal added. A small crowd chuckled and left their side. "Let's blow the joint and talk in private. Walls have ears," Murdoc said putting his still full shot glass on the table. Hannibal nodded and raised a hand in surrender. "Got ya, but before we go, ya drinkin that?" He asked pointing to his shot. Murdoc looked at his whiskey glass. "Take it, I don't want it,"

       Hannibal looked stunned but drank it down and sloppily walked to his brother's winney. "There's something really bad going on then if ya can't even drink," Hannibal half slurred as Murdoc kept close by so he wouldn't fall. "Well...I'm always in trouble sure. I wouldn't call this a moral dilemma either but its a huge secret and I just...wanted to talk about it," Murdoc said, yawning at the word talk as he realised it was late. Not like Murdoc or Hannibal cared. Murdoc took him to a small hill and the two sat there drinking beers silently. "So what the hells the matter with ya?" Hannibal asked as he slouched on the couches arm. "Well...I got a girl but she's really um...different I guess? Seeing a guy in the band. My band," he said. Hannibal choked on his beer but managed getting it down.

       "Ya've never gone steady once and yer already stealing some guy's chick?" He Wheezer as he rubbed his watery eyes. Murdoc nodded. "I am. Normally its a one night only affair but I'm in deep doggy doo at this point," he said sipping a beer. Hannibal then began to chuckle. "Doggy doo?" He asked. "Ya called me a damn chicken nugget," Murdoc said mimicking tears. "There is a line sir and you have crossed it!" He said. Hannibal laughed and the two playfully nudged each other.

       "Oh my god we're still five I swear!" Hannibal said. Murdoc chuckled. "Suppose we are mate, the fuck am I gonna do now though?" He asked. Hannibal sighed. "Fer starters ya better get the guy to want to quit an-"
"Tried that, but he's too damn nice. I could throw his ugly arse down the damn stairs and he would still love being near me," Murdoc admitted. "Das gay," Hannibal pointed out. "I know right?" Murdoc asked. "But he's so fergiving," he added.

       "Fuck her in front of him," Hannibal said. Murdoc nearly fell over. "HA!" He gaffawed. "Like she'd be okay with that? They've known each other since they were babies!" Murdoc said. "Can't get rid of him, he's like a leach!" He told him. "Want me to make him disappear?" Hannibal offered. "I have hopes that this band is gonna turn out fine in the end, but still, can't help but think it won't work out..." Murdoc said. "But I won't risk this ones future yknow? I just...really hate that I've started things off so badly and yet here I am! Still trying...cause well...after this band I'm giving up," he confessed.

       Hannibal sat up. "You'd give up?" He asked. Murdoc nodded. "This is my twelfth band man, at this point most would have given up too," he said. Hannibal slumped in his seat. "I was rooting for ya too," he mumbled. Murdoc shot up in his seat. "What would you have done?! I shoulda damn quit it after Derango Ninety Five!" Hannibal scratched his head. "What in the fuck is a derango?"

       Murdoc sighed and rubbed his wrinkling forehead. "I don't know," he sighed. "I just wished I hadn't put myself in this damn situation awright?" Murdoc asked rhetorically and not wanting an answer. Hannibal pat his brother on the back. Murdoc took a breath of polluted groggy indoor air, as his air conditioner was growing weak. "Sounds like a damn clusterfuck," he admitted. Murdoc nodded. "I'm fucked in the arse by life once more," he pointed out. "What is it with you and yer damn penis that gets you in trouble so much?" Hannibal asked.

       Murdoc laughed a bit at that one. "Maybe ya just need to adjust to this life and do shit behind the scenes forever, make yer money's worth and run off with the girl if ya love her so much?" Hannibal suggested. Murdoc nodded. "That's the plan but..."
"But?"
"But its hard not to talk about her to other people, s'why I told you everything," Murdoc admitted. "Ah, well then old chap I do declare you screwed," He said non chalantly. Murdoc sighed. "I know, but there's gotta be some way I can ease the tension right? So I don't blurt out something getting us in trouble er found out?" He asked. Hannibal chuckled to himself. "Just go all out, shag her in the bathroom or something. When you don't get caught you'll find not getting caught to easier. Before ya know it you'll be all set," Hannibal said.

       "Jus like that?" Murdoc asked. "Exactly; now get me back at my place," Hannibal said. "I'm sick of lookin at ya," he teased. Murdoc laughed to himself and drove Hannibal home. He left him off at a shoddy apartment building in who knows where with people in it doing who knows what. His brother was something.

       Something that would surely be the death of him had the two brothers grown too close for comfort. Not in the incest way. That's not what Murdoc was thinking, but he was thinking his brother to be a funny guy with a really admirable trait; this being that he never cared for anything. You could shoot him in the foot and tomorrow he would forget it and forgive it. Murdoc knew him to be a wild man like himself. But unlike himself, he was honest. Brutally so at times, but honest. Murdoc came home as he stood in front of his studio, knowing that inside there was the girl he loved and the men he didn't care about.

       He went in and hung his black leather jacket up. Leaving on the black t shirt and jeans he was already wearing. He got out his phone and flipped open the tacky track phone product as he saw a single text from Paula. He scoffed as he slapped his phone shut. "Fuck," he mumbled. Paula had already long been asleep. Oddly enough he was already horny from the long day as he remembered he wasn't intimate with her all day pardon this morning. He snuck to her room in silence.

       As he made his way he heard Russell and Stuart bonding over pong and gossip. Stuart was hearing about the wondrous land of America. As if the states were all Disney land and candy. Murdoc rolled his eyes. He snuck quietly upstairs and made his way to Paula. Despite the feeling of eyes on his back from Russell. Watching him as if catching on to their affair. Murdoc wouldn't let it go down, and he knew he just paranoid.

       She was in bed asleep as he remembered her text. A simple good night and a few xx's. Murdoc sat on her bed and brushed her hair behind her ear. She smiled with washed off makeup. He touched her cheek as she clearly was having a good dream. Murdoc chose not to bother her. He stood up and turned on his heel, to only see Russell standing in the door way. Murdoc's heart dropped.

       "I was just saying good night," he said fast as a bullet. Russell looked daggers at him. "That best be all you've done, Stu told me you two have been close for a while. That true?" Russell asked. "We're friends thank you very much," he said. Nosy arse piece of shit. "Right. Guess I get that," Russell said. He moved out the way for Murdoc to walk out. He left out the door. "Keep it that way," Russell said.

Murdoc turned and met his white eye.

"You remind me of my grandfather yknow that?"Murdoc asked. Then he left for the Winnebago.