"So this is life" thought the singer called 2D as he made out with his young girlfriend , and guitarist of the band, known only as "Noodle". That paused briefly, only for him to take another swig of whiskey from the bottle that was resting against the couch. He enjoyed the warmth of additional person near him and the way she tugged at his hair slightly.
SMACK! He opened his eyes when the leader of the band, Murdoc Niccalls hit him with the back of his hand.
"Knock it off mate. No one wants to see that" Muds said, smiling.
Now that he had been distracted, he once again noticed the pounding music and swarm of other people around them. After all, they were at a parly. Ol' Mudsy had gotten bored in their hotel room that they had for their tour in the states, and drug all four of them to a party that he had heard of in the city.
2D could feel the stares of the people around him as he held his tired girl from falling off the sofa onto the floor. The difference in their ages was noticable, for he was 37 while she was only 19, but neither cared.
Noodle leaned foreward, brushed his messy hair off his face and whispered softly "Ill be right back."
She got up and sauntered across the room with her miniskirt swishing behind her.
2D had his eyes set firmly on her behind, mainly on the top of her lace thong, which had been exposed by her shirt riding up on her back.
She dissapeared into the kitchen, and he went for the whiskey bottle again. "I am one lucky bastard" he thought as he swallowed the last of his drink.
He was so lost in his drunken stupor and sexy reverie, that he did'nt hear the sirens outside until he was handcuffed with an officer pinning him onto the couch.
As they drug him out the front door, he saw Muds and Russel taking off in their rented car. He looked back at the house, and spotted Noodle struggling to get out of the bathroom window. She looked up, and spotted him. He mouthed "run" to her before being shoved into the back of a cruiser.
He sat in the darkness for a few minutes, his drunkenness subsiding, before hearing a scraoing on the other side of the door. He scooted away from is, just at it flew open.
On the other side stood none other than noodle holding a peice of metal wire.
"Luv, I thought I told you to run" he whispered, panicking. " I know" she said, "Shut up and turn around".
He did as he was told, and she set to work with her makeshift key. Facing the house, 2D could see the remaining officers clearing the last of the partygoers from it, and one was walking toward the cruiser that they were in.
Click. The cuffs fell open and to the ground. "Thanks luv" he said, rubbing his wrists.
She grabbed his arm, and together they ran through backyards toward the freeway, shere they miraculously flagged down their bandmates.
Exausted yet releived the duo resumed their activities from the party in the backseat while Russel and Muds looked on.
It took about fifteen minutes for them to drive from the suburbs into the center of the city, where their hotel was located. By the time they reached the parking lot, Noodle had fallen asleep on 2D's chest.
And as he carried her to the suite, he though to himself, " I am one lucky lucky bastard".