Murdoc drew yet another penis on Stuart's arm. Why? He was bored. Murdoc sighed. He took another swig of his booze. He still was running out of rent money. Especially now that he owed cash for the damages done here. He still needed a place. Then a bright warm glow out of the corner of his eye. His computer sat there with a low buzz that soothed anyone,he sat in front of it and typed away.

Digging around on different sites took him nearly a whole night. But conveniently Murdoc could find at least one place. It was a mansion in need of watching over while the owners were away. One look at the place and he was smart enough to tell that nobody wanted to give it the love it had clearly deserved. It was in some desperate want for a new house sitter too. The pay would be good and upfront also. It'd make a great studio for recording too. He caught himself smirking. Kong Studios.

Paula paced like a maniac around her room in circles. She had only slept about until five forty five or so. There was no work today so she was stuck here. Walking back and forth. She went to the kitchen. She opened the fridge and looked for lite beer. Nervously she sipped it. Not really caring that it was about seven in the morning.

Funny enough it calmed her nerves. She took a deep breath and paced around the room. After that beer went she took a seat on the couch and took another beer. Then another. Then another. Paula lost count after a while,being so drunk she had a hard time making decisions that lead her to more booze. Paula took deep breaths as her hands shook.

Her hands violently began to twitch as she nearly dropped her booze. Trembling,she stood up and shakily made her way to the bathroom where her pills were. Her vision blurred,her eyes watered,and her breath grew heavy. Paula's heart raced as she panicked. Her eyes blurred so she could hardly read the label on the bottle. She popped a pill and tried taking deep breaths. Her heart slowed and she could finally take a deep breath. Paula chuckled. "Stupid panic attacks." She grinned.

Paula's chuckling turned into laughter. She must've looked like an idiot. Her heart danced. She looked at the pills and her heart skipped a beat right away. They weren't the right ones. Paula began to hyperventilate. Though after a while that didn't matter. She started giggling all over again.

Murdoc drowsily slept on the couch. Stuart was still in his chair in the corner of the living room all graffitied up. He had been up late again. Same old Murdoc. Murdoc was covered up with beer bottles. They covered him up as opposed to actually using a blanket. Of course he drank from each and every single one. Not really carring about the hang over.

It wasn't really until he heard the obnoxious ringing seemingly coming from nowhere but all in his ear at once that he felt the impact of his drinking. Murdoc sat up and rolled his eyes. His tongue flopped out in grogginess. He almost fell off the couch trying to reach for the source of his miserable pain and suffering only to grab it in a few wimpy attempts. He put it to his ear and half mumbled a questioning hello. If anyone were in the room that were conscious they'd find it to be surprisingly calm and with patience. "Can I please-"she hiccupped"-see Stewweeeyyyy again?" He roughly recognised her voice as the girl from yesterday. "This is...Paula right?" He asked groggily as he rubbed his eyes."The one and only."

Her words were slurred. With her slurring and hiccups he recognised that she was drunk off her ass. Drunk and worried. Not a good mix. He knew allowing her over to see him was stupid cause she would have to drive to get there of course. He had to choose what to do quickly. "You drunk...?" He mentally slapped himself for asking such a dumb question,of course she was drunk. "J-jus cus I had a few beers and took my meds don' mean I'm durnk Misssster uh..."
"Murdoc."
"Yeah you."
He rolled his eyes and oddly enough started smiling,he got up and walked around the room,pacing as he tried to talk to her.

"Are you at your home?"Murdoc asked. She went silent. "Ya even there?"
"I nodded."
Murdoc couldn't help but allow the corners of his mouth to go up and let himself chuckle. Paula chuckled back. Then they snickered. Then they laughed. Hard. It went on for several minutes,before Murdoc calmed again and decided not to leave her drunk and alone. "Stay there,I'll pick ya up."

"Whatcha gonna dooooo?"Paula asked. "I can't leave ya there. Gotta take you here where I can keep an eye on ya." He said. "Don't go anywhere." Murdoc nearly hung up before hearing her speak again. "Murdy...could you maybe just...talk to me as you come over...? I'm scared."
"Of what?"
"An o.d."
He chuckled in his throat. "Fine. Tell me how many beers you've drank." She paused. "Ssssneventy eleven." He laughed as he put his keys in his pocket. "Your a dweeb." He said. "Am not!" She whined.

By the time he got there he let her talk his ear out to her heart's content. She talked about her guitar,how her day went,and not once did she mention or even think of Stuart.
Then again she was drunk out of her mind. Murdoc would tell a joke,she would crack up. He had some traffic issues,but it got better the farther he went. He came up to her door and hung up. But sure enough the second he closed his flip phone he heard a crash. He had to run up to her more hurridly.
"What the bloody hell?!"