The room was cold, dimly lit, a bit close spaced in the position this man was in. there was no sunlight, no grass, nor was there hope. There was only fear. 2D looked around his room, taking in every detail slowly. He was curled up on his bed, knees to his chest, arms wrapped around them. He looked to the corner of the room. An empty rum bottle. Hmm…'s all gone. He Unfolded his arms and legs and spread out against his matress. He sighed, looking over to his clock. It read 3:34 A.M. He groaned a bit, turning his body over to face the wall. Plastic beach sure wasn't something he planned in his future, but neither was the night before this one..

The air in the room was thick, awkward tension lingered; 2D was sitting in the study, watching the screen as animated clips played in front of him. He sat there, motionless, for what seemed like hours. The sounds of boots were thumping down out of the lift, and towards the globe in the room. 2D slowly looked over his shoulder, watching as Murdoc took a long bottle from the globe, holding it close under his arm about to turn on his heel. "How many more of those do ye fink is gonna last when you keep drinkin em.." The elder man swung back around and watched as The other man's face cringed a bit, turning back to watch the screen. "Say that again, two-dents?" He shook his head, keeping a tight grib on the handles of the seat as he heard the similar sound of boots got closer to his stiffened figure. Murdoc rested his free hand on 2D's shoulder, leaning down to his ear. "Im not exactly in the best mood, dullard, I suggest you keep your trap shu-" "HOW COULD YOU NOT BE IN THE BEST MOOD? You took me against my will, got a new island, 'ot a new album, and, and, are you really that selfish, muds?!" Murdoc looked at him, his eyes a bit widened by 2D's new confidence gain. He took another step forward, dropping his bottle on the floor as he gripped the collar of the other man's shirt, pushing him deeper into the seat. "Your just a cheeky little bloke today, arent you?" 2D sniffed the aroma of alchohol as Murdoc breathed, he turned his head away, clearing his throat a bit. "Murdoc, yer drunk" The bassist chuckled to himself a bit, as his hands kept their grip on 2D's shirt, driving him as far into the seat as he could. He struggled a bit, placing his hands on Murdocs, nudging them a bit. "M-muds! Im sorry, Please, let go of me! You're scary when you're drunk!" Murdoc curved his lips into a grin, pulling 2D off his seat a bit. "Mmmmm…You ain't to shabby, dullard.." The bluenette blinked, keeping his hands on the older man's as his feet struggled with keeping themselves upright "Shabby? Whoddy'e mean? And can you please put me down?" Murdoc loosened his grip a bit, only to be followed by scooping the singer into his arms. He fidgeted a bit, looking up at the bassist considering if maybe he'd gone mad. The bassist stepped into the lift, pushing a button to take him back to his bedroom, 2D took notice of this. " W-wait, muds, why are we goin to your room?" He didn't answer. " Muds! Are you really this drunk?!" The older man chuckled, looking down at the singer. "Relax, Stu. I jus wanna show you something." Stu. He hasn't been called that in a long looked down a bit, hiding the light glaze of pink that stained his cheeks. "Muds, I think you should get some rest, ye?" He was ignored once again. The other stepping out of the lift, still fumbling about with 2D in his arms. He wobbled over to his door, setting down the bluenette as he fumbled with the door, cursing while he tried to open it. "damn it…augh..fuck.." He finally got the door open, stepping inside taking a hold of 2D's wrist. 2D followed him inside, looking around the room to see if there was something Murdoc maybe wanted him to clean. If that was the case he might as well clean this whole room. "Alright Murdoc, Here's Yer bed, I should be heading to bed to, so, goodnight." He turned around to take his leave until a strong arm grabbed a good handful of his hair, tugging him backwards onto the bed. "Y'OUCH!!!!" 2D yelped, gritting his teeth. "Muds! What was that Fo-" He was cut off, a hand pressing his lips closed "shutup, dullard."

2D sniffed, and small tears were forming at the corners of his dents. His headache came back, and it was getting worse by the second. "oh, geez." He fumbled off his bed, looking around his floor for the tiny capsule of pills.

Nearly tripping, he lifted up his foot to see the tiny capsule. He leaned over, picked up the small container, and opened the safety-featured lid. He dry swallowed several, looming over to the pile of dvd's that sat on the floor. He quietly sat down on his knees, flipping through them. " Hmmm, nah.." He flipped through 3 more. "Oh, that ones good.." he flipped through a couple more. Drip. He wiped the liquid from the box cover and kept looking through them. Drip drip. He wiped the corners of his dents, sniffing a bit while also trying to clean the boxes. He sobbed a bit, but realized this and quickly stopped himself from doing so. He took a deep breath, exhaling slowly.

"Now now, 2D, You'r a strong fellow you are! Your pills are setting in, and you should be alright in a few short minutes you should!"

2D climbed up onto his bed, burying his head into the pillow before slipping away into a relaxing sleep. "G'night.."