"I'm leaving for TPC, I should be back around the evening." Murdoc reached down and untangled 2d's hands from his waist, the singer was hugging him from behind.

"Do you have to go?" 2d complained in a childish way in hopes that Murdoc would change his mind.

"Yes." The bassist sighed as he repeated himself for what seemed like the hundredth time. He turned around to look at his frustrated singer.

"And are you sure I can't come with you??" The bassist placed his hand on 2d's face, bringing it closer.

"Yes, I'm sure." The singer made a sad face.

"But I don't want to spend the whole day without you..." Murdoc leaned in and gave him a chaste kiss on the lips.

"It'll be over before you know it." The bassist smirked. He didn't want to leave either, but he liked the thought of 2d caring enough to miss him. The singer didn't reply, he just looked down. "Come on..." Murdoc lifted his face so that they would make eye contact. "It won't be that bad, you've got Russel and Noodle with you."

"But it's not the same as being with you..." 2d sighed. "I love you."

"Yeah, I know you do."

They shared one more kiss and then Murdoc had to go. 2d watched from the doorway as Murdoc pulled out of the driveway and left. He stood there for about another minute before finally heading upstairs to sit with Russel and Noodle.

"Hi 2d!" The guitarist beamed up at him as he sat down on the couch beside her. "So, me and Russel had this idea that since we spend too much time in front of the tv, at about 5 we could all play a game of cards or something. Sounds good?" She asked.

"Why wait 'til 5? Can't we play now?" 2d asked, not really in a good mood.

"Because at 5 all the good shows end." Russel replied nonchalantly.

"Fair enough." 2d stated, then turned towards the tv. He wasn't really in the mood for playing any way, he just wanted it to be evening already.

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Before they knew it, it was already 5. Russel took the remote and turned the tv off.

"I'll go get the playing cards from my room then." The drummer stated.

"Ok, so while we wait I'll just pop downstairs and grab myself a beer." 2d attempted to stand up but was stopped by Noodle.

"No no no." She placed a hand on his shoulder and sat him down again. "I'll get it for you." She smiled. Russel eyed her suspiciously, there was something mischievous in the way she spoke. He decided to ignore it for now and went upstairs to his room to get the cards.

On his way out of the room Russel stepped on something soft. He looked down. Well, well, well... he thought as he picked the object up. What do we have here? He decided to bring the object downstairs and place it on the shelf as a kind of memory.

He walked into the room and saw his two friends on the couch. As he placed the teddy bear in its rightful place on the shelf he noticed that 2d was holding a beer.

"Are you sure it's supposed to taste like that?" The singer asked, looking at the beer.

"Yes, I'm certain." Noodle smiled. Russel sat down next to them and set out the cards, explaining the rules.

Halfway through the game Russel noticed that 2d was beginning to act in a strange way; he was swaying from side to side and saying complete nonsense.

"2d, how much of that beer did you drink?" The drummer enquired, a bit worried.

"Jus' one bottle.." 2d stuck his tongue out. "It's so hot in here..." Russel looked at Noodle questioningly. She shrugged. Is he drunk? The drummer thought. He couldn't possibly get this drunk from a single beer... They continued the game, or at least attempted to, but not long after, it started...

"LoNELYY!" 2d burst out singing, startling the two. "I'M MR LONELY!" He dropped his cards onto the floor and threw himself back onto the couch. "I 'AVE NO BOOODYYY..." Noodle jumped up and tried to silence the singer.

"Shhhh! 2d please stop!" She felt responsible for this mess.

"..TO CALL MY OOOOOOWWWNN!" 2d continued. He was definitely drunk, and he was more yelling than singing.

"What the fuck?!" Russel looked at Noodle. "He got drunk from one beer?!"

"Well.." the guitarist hesitated. "Not really..." Russel looked at her in disbelief.

"What did you do?" He asked sternly through the singers yells.

"Let's call this a prank backfire..." she avoided eye contact.

"Noodle..." Russel was like an angry father. Noodle sighed.

"I poured out the content of the beer bottle and replaced it with Murdoc's vodka..." the drummer face palmed.

"Why??? How are we supposed to deal with him now?! Not to mention that Murdoc's going to be pissed when he finds out we took his vodka without permission!"

"LOOONELYY!" Neither of them spoke, except 2d who was on his third loop of the song.

"Ok." Noodle spoke up. "I've got an idea." She grabbed 2d by the hands and pulled him up to a sitting position. She then stood up pulling him along, and dragged him towards the stairs. "Oh my god 2d!" She said in an exited voice. "What's this??" She pointed to the mechanical chair Murdoc made.

"Why are you treating him like a child? He's just drunk." Russel commented. Noodle ignored him.

"It's a chair!" She exclaimed. "Wanna ride it?" 2d tilted his head sideways. "Come on!" She smiled and pulled him onto the chair.

"If he falls he'll hurt himself!" Russel pointed out.

"He won't fall!" Noodle shouted back. "Ok, so. Don't move from here, and the magic chair is going to take you up and down. Just don't try to get off. Ok?" The singer nodded, still humming the tune. Noodle smiled and turned the chair on. It started to hum lightly and was soon on its way down. Noodle returned to the living room victoriously. "Done."

"How long do you think a chair is going to keep him occupied?" Russel asked.

"Do you doubt my plan?" Noodle questioned.

"Yes."

To be continued.

I'm so sleepy!!! Btw TPC stands for "The Pickle Convention" :)