Groggy purple eyes slowly peaked from the mascara smudged lids. She was in her room, so why did she wake up wrought with a pulling dread? She wanted to sit up,but the warm arm wrapped around her breasts made her freeze up. She found herself something giving her an excuse to lay in bed,a plus on that note,but who was attached to it? Her eyes traced along the arm as she didn't want to move too much. It was only Murdoc. Wait! Murdoc?

He was secretly awake. He didn't wanna wake her up. He couldn't let her just sit up and think he snuck in to play hanky panky as she slept with her hangover. He just held her there. The second he felt her move,his eyes snapped shut instinctively. He pretended to sleep. He expected to be woken or to feel a cold tingle of her getting off the bed. The bed creaking,the sheets shifting,the sound of feet stepping off. But no,she stayed.

One would say with fear,but he knew better. Her heart felt...slowed,calm even. Anything but nervous. He couldn't help but smile and give away his secret. Paula dragged a hand around his cheek and softly smiled as Murdoc felt her soft breath coming near his mouth. He opened his mouth softly as he felt her lips come nearer and...
"Shit! Whose taking care of Stuart?!"
Murdoc sighed. The feeling of her getting up snapped him out of it.

"No one. But he's got a full IV bag ta feed him! Jus let me have a break from this madness fer ten seconds!"Murdoc snaps. Paula just sat there mildly baffled. "He's a human being in a coma alone at your house and all yew can fink about is sleepin wivh me?!"Paula snapped back. She slid on a flannel over a white tank top and shorts that looked like she'd been stabbing them with a fork in her free time. Murdoc just rubbed his forehead. "Where the hell is my rubber cross?!" He asked. Paula scanned the room not having seen it. "I don't... wait."She reached down her shirt. Murdoc thought she was up to something until sure enough she pulled out a golden upside down cross.

He stared at her reactions. First in hypnotic blankness. Not an expression on her face as she traced her thumb over the shape of the cross. Slowly she seemed to let her eyes smile,but yet not her mouth. "Whot did we do last night...?"Paula asked at last. "Um...we uh...we kissed and ya seemed all...intoxicated so I kept ya company." She blushed at the thought she nearly kissed him this morning,and the probability of her nearly sleeping with him nearly made her want to faint. Yet it felt oddly right waking up next to him,to see him smiling softly at her as she felt the warmth of him next to...what was she thinking?? She mentally shook that thought off,for now she was more concerned about Stu.

"Let's just go get Stu."She grumbled. Murdoc sighed. "Right." No longer did he even care what they were talking about. He just followed her out and slid on his boots. Those Cuban heels he had been so fond of fit him as if they were gloves...for his feet. Wouldn't it be socks then? He shrugged it off and focused more on the road,driving that car of hers. He couldn't let her do that with that Satan awful hang over,her prescribed anti-depressants not helping her much either as she rubbed her head in mildly agonizing pain.

"Ya alright?"Murdoc asked. The breaking of silence made her jump a bit. "I'm fine...just a head ache."She grumbled softly rubbing her forehead. "Shit! My glasses!"She mumbled. Murdoc cracked a smile and laughed a bit. He searched his pocket an pulled out some shockingly unscratched and un-smudged sunglasses. "Here."He said handing it to her. She slid them on and the head ache softened up a bit.

"I know they won't help tha much but ih sure does look cute on ya."Murdoc said. The compliment made her blush a bit. Not a few days ago he wouldn't give her a sideways glance as she helped him home. Suddenly he was being such a nice guy. She remembered last night;but it was blurry now as she obscurely could recognise him comforting her as she had a flashback to her father...she reached for a pill from the glove compartment and took it dry. She couldn't think of it. No way in hell would she be a victim. Paula sighed and rested her head on the window peeking out.

Of course God chose the one day she had a hang over to let it be as bright and sunny out as opposed to Essex's usual wet,cold,and rainy behavior. But admittedly,she loved to people watch. Looking on as some people lived there lives. She enjoyed mocking a guy in her head at how goofy his shoes were,or a pregnant woman wearing a crop top,a morbidly obese baby,a short man on steroids,an old hag of a hooker. The list was endless. Murdoc snickered "Tha bird over there looks like someone my father would shag." Murdoc commented. Paula snorted "Yer father must have interesting taste then. My father would shag......that one."She said pointing to a woman not morbidly obese but with an ugly pot belly,a clearly fake wig,in her fifties or sixties,a red crop top and a short black skirt with white thigh high boots with a hideous belly button if not,a wart.

Murdoc laughed loudly in a cackle that made Paula flinch again before chuckling and joining him in hysteria. Suddenly the car swerved around as Murdoc made sure not to run anyone over. His dark tan (and possibly Indian?) skin brightened white as a ghost. Murdoc then realised he had perfectly parallel parked in front of his apartment. Paula blinked. "Uh...I can see how you accidentally crashed into that music shop..."She mumbled. Murdoc looked down at her hand that was clinging onto his thigh. "Yeh...accidentally..."Murdoc said clearing his throat,then the two bursted into laughter.