Murdoc laid down 2D's mattress. There was no head board but it didn't need one really. All it needed was a few covers. Who cares if he can't store shoeboxes and monsters under it? 2D was helping. He was shirtless and just as sweaty as Murdoc. Paula was fiddling with the messy clumps of fabrics that was supposed to serve as bed sheets. They were old, some old tears and snags from several of Stuart's mother's old cats sharpening their claws.

His dog, Paula, and 2D were the only two who could enjoy the bed now. He was now sweaty and a huge mess of pink cheeks, watery eyes, and a out of breath voice as he sat on the floor. Harold was probably making a mess in his kennel. Paula made the bed and Murdoc was noisily hanging up keyboard holders on the wall using hammers and nails. 2D was putting together a desk that would pinch his fingers on every other movement he got wrong. Several fingers were pink by the time he finished, and he decorated his desk in folders of pure white papers. Ones that soon would have music written on them. His new job was going to be thrilling, something he could actually enjoy, and the woman he even loved got to do it with him!

Paula finished with the bed sheets and put clothes in 2D's dresser as she then plugged in all the lamps. 2D hung posters of different things on the wall. A couple of 50s style pin ups and pop art paintings, some photos of stars that would light up at night. Some rugs by his bed so he could step on to the black carpet. Murdoc set up 2D's alarm clock. "Alarm clocks aren't healthy..." Murdoc mumbled. Paula hummed. "They ain't good for the heart," Murdoc explained.

2D was more focused on setting up his room to be just so. He needed everything just right. "I'm liking the bed set up..." He commented. "Good view of the night sky while I sleep," Murdoc rolled his eyes. A dreamer type, he could appreciate that, his over ambition was annoying however. What was he a Disney character? Murdoc felt a poke at his backside seeing Paula had subtly gave his ass a squeeze. He winked at her and she smirked.

The bird sure did have a way at distracting him.

Murdoc would fuck her here if he could. He wasn't going to of course. But ugh did he long to. Paula was young. Still tight. Still fresh. Murdoc felt his mouth water with lust. Murdoc was truly an animal when it came to these things.

Paula winked before continuing to arrange Stuart's new room. The finishing touches on smoothed out papers and posters were all that had been done. Stuart had a few comic books in a stack neatly set up yet somehow Murdoc knew it would be fumbled with. He recognised an Archie comic he had read as a kid and he sneakily tucked the issue in his shirt for later. Stuart was laying on his bed flipping through Harley and Poison Ivy take Metropolis as he asked "So what comes next?" In a half drowsy tone. "We find ourselves a drummer," Murdoc said sharply. Stuart saved his place carefully so not to tear or bend his page, perhaps the only thing he had ever done carefully.

"I do know a guy, works for Big Rick Black's Record Shack yeh? My Uncle Norm's business rival, but they kept civil and play cards every Thursday, but anyways, I hear Rick's nephew plays wicked drums. I never met him since he's American, but rumor is he's over seas to find work, maybe yew guys could lure 'im?" 2D explained. To which Paula snorted. "Define lure," she said. "Lure? It means to entice and encourage to do something," he said. "Manipulate," Stu added. Murdoc blinked. Dullard is a clumsy fool yet his IQ ain't bad, perhaps I under estimated him? This could prove bad if he uses that against me. "Well genius, if ya know what yer talking about then ya can drag him here yerself," 2D scoffed and tried playing cool but visibly grew a pink tone in the cheeks. "Me? I'm far too socially awkward to interest him, what would I even say? 'Well 'ey there random stranger! Wanna play drums fer us?' Um, no..." He said.

"Acting is easy, me and Murdoc once pretended to be a couple and had stole keyboards to make me look pregnant, it worked wonders!" Paula said excitedly. Murdoc ran blushing. She couldn't give out the truth. She wasn't gonna just do that randomly. "ANYWAYS," He said with a scowl directed at the girl. "How about we just do what feels best? It'd be easier to ask if everything came from the heart," Murdoc said. While he feigned sounding deep he had another plan. But if he tugged at the heart strings he knew he would win over his council.

It worked.

Well, mostly on the blue haired moron specifically. Paula knew Murdoc better than to be nice to someone who could potentially be a cunt nugget. So the next day she had sent 2D on a mission to gather groceries for the new house. Murdoc and her meanwhile took the Geep to Big Rick Black's Record Shack. So that vehicle had been left in the parking lot and awaited for the gates to be opened to the couple. Murdoc had his binoculars handy as Paula rolled her eyes. "Is that necessary?" She asked. Murdoc looked her way and gasped in mock hurt. "Madam! I'll have you know that I spent a good ten pounds on these a week ago!"

"Yew stole them while yew were drunk and just found em again with a crack in the glass," Paula said. Murdoc frowned. "Well they were around, figured I shouldn't just keep em here an not use em," Murdoc said expressing that he really had no idea where he had gotten binoculars from. However neither him nor Paula had cared as they saw the shadowed figure enter the store. Paula turned to the door and took a peak through the apparatus. "He's chubby as hell," Paula said. "His eyes are kinda like Stu's when he's stressed out..." She added. Murdoc took a peak for himself. "Suppose that's him?"

Paula shrugged. "Might be," To which Murdoc chucked the binoculars behind him and opened the door to the Winney for his lover. She curtseyed in mock formality and left grinning with a sway of her wide hips. Murdoc grabbed a bag with him and tossed it to Paula. "Hey P, since were gonna be in there we should go shopping a little eh?" To which Paula responded by smiling while being fully aware that she was to steal some records. Depending on what they could bum off from the store. Maybe she would find Def Leppard or an old Marilyn Manson album. The two went through the door hearing the familiar ding dong.

The place smelled of dust and mold. The carpet was red and the walls were black. The place had a nice fifties feel about it. Some records lined the walls with autographs of many historic figures. Posters were in a box near a window. Neon light signs of music notes and soda shops lined the walls here and there between posters of Michael Jackson and Elvis Presley. The counter was matching the wall as the man behind it played a game on the computer, perhaps chess. He was a chubby black man, he had milk white eyes and wore a work uniform.

His tag conveniently read his name as Russell Hobbes. Murdoc peered over his shoulder and saw a box of records and a poster of The Sex Pistols, which gave him a rush of nostalgia. "Ya got The Sex Pistols back there?!" He asked excitedly. The man was stunned. "Shit man, didn't hear ya come in," To which Murdoc blushed and nervously laughed. "Sorry man, childhood wonders and stuff," Murdoc uttered. "I can let you take a peak through em if you'd like," Russell offered. "Could ya? A look through would be amazing," Murdoc said.

Paula had him in the bag in seconds and was already running out the door leaving Murdoc absolutely stunned.

He shrugged and followed behind in a confused daze. He looked for security cameras and saw nothing to worry about. The pace was perhaps too cheap to have a camera. So Murdoc hurriedly followed behind Paula. She threw him in the trunk and knocked him out with a swift pinch of who knows where, since the bag covered him entirely. She slammed the door and looked to Murdoc. "Good job luv, distracting him and all that," she said chuckling. To which Murdoc just blinked and put a hand on her shoulder. "Babe, I was genuinely trying to talk with him,"

Paula looked down and fidgeted with her feet. "Oh," she said awkwardly. Paula rubbed the base of the back of her neck. "At least now we have a full day to ourselves," She pointed out. Murdoc smirked and admired how crazy she had gotten in a matter of weeks. "Its amazing how a few weeks ago we met and ya couldn't look me in the eye. Few days later we fucked. Now I got ya kidnapping people for me and I didn't have to lift a finger or even asked ya to do it," Murdoc lifted his knuckles up a crossed her chest in a small traced verticle line to her neck and to her chin. "Look at ye now eh?" He purred as his thumb traced her lip. Paula smiled nowhere near as shyly as she felt his hands dip her low and kiss her in the parking lot and attack her neck with his sharp and ticklish teeth.

       "Mud yew and I are gonna be seen!" She whispered. He rolled his eyes and looked at his lover. "Didn't stop ya before did it?" She reached his ear as she stretched her neck. "If we're gonna be a band now, this li'l affair we have going on needs to be kept more on the down low, nice and underground eh?" She added. Murdoc nodded and only held her hand. Paula smiled and pecked his cheek. "Something wrong with ya?" Murdoc asked walking in the Winnebago and sitting on the bed. Paula raised a poorly plucked eyebrow. "x'scuse me?" She asked.

       Murdoc blushed a little. Not wanting to piss off the woman who just knocked a large black man out. "I'm not making a period remark I'm just saying somethin seems wrong," Murdoc said defensively. Paula sighed and crossed her arms as she leant against the wall. "Stuart wants to have sex..." She said. "I've been hyping him up for it fer years an' I can't quit on him now," Paula said looking out the opposite window. Murdoc looked at his lap. He should have expected this to happen.

       "Do it, if ya feel that's what's best, but I don't wanna know about it," Murdoc firmly spoke. "We have to keep up the act as long as need be," he included. Paula looked forlorn at the ground. "Ya won't intervene?" Paula asked. "An whot could I possibly do? Tell him ya can't make love? Tell him ya wanna wait and work on yer career for a few weeks, maybe give him a while to rest a bit since he just got out of a coma er sumthin," Murdoc snapped. Paula looked wide eyed before her face turned into a small smile. "Thanks...I guess that'd make sense, he prolly should rest up anyway," Paula said sitting in the driver's seat and going out of the parking lot. Murdoc sat in the passenger seat and cracked a beer open and offered some to Paula, who took a sip.

       Paula turned opposite of Kong's route. Murdoc watched her instead go to some dirt road up a hill into a wooded area. She parked at the top of the hill. Paula pulled out a stolen copy of Songs About Jane and put it in the disc drive. Switching to the sun she walked with a sway of her hips and laid on the bed. Paula motioned for Murdoc to come her way as he pinned her down and kissed her plump lips. Murdoc took off his sweaty shirt and the smell of nicotine hit Paula with that scent. She smiled longingly at him.

"I love yew P,"