@faustsbass
More nights than not did insomnia plague their guitarist. Quite frankly, the whole house seemed to have reoccurring insomnia to an extent. Perhaps the stress on the band caused it, or not having enough hours in the day. For awhile, Noodle had been sleeping well without waking up countless times a night. Hoping it was cured.
That spell ended tonight when she tossed and turned the final time and gave up trying to fall back asleep. At this point, she was becoming more aggravated than tired. Eyes flicked over to look at the alarm clock, noting it was only quarter to three AM.
The young woman rose from her bed and stumbled across her room and grabbed for her ukulele and headed out of her room and down to the living room. The flat was mostly quiet, either the others were out for the night or already asleep. Hopefully the latter and having a better night than she was.
Sitting down on the couch, she propped up the uke and began thrumming her fingers along the strings, making up a melody as she went to pass the time. She was writing down some of the music she was playing around with when she heard the front door open and slam against the wall, a familiar curse following the echoing that reverberated the thin walls.
Noodle winced at the sound and her music playing stopped, sighing under her breath as heavy foot falls faded away to the kitchen. “Oi, you tryin’ to wake the whole house up?” Noodle practically whisper shouted and set down her instrument, padding across the room to follow Murdoc into the kitchen.
“What’s wrong wi--” When Noodle walked through the door frame leading into the kitchen, her words halted seeing the bruised and bleeding bassist fumbling at the table for something. Cigarettes, most likely.
Worry and shock etched onto her features, she moved to stand over in front of Murdoc, eyes widening. “Who did this to you?” Anger rose in her tone and Noodle’s hands reached out to gently touch his face and looking over the battle wounds to see how severe they were.
“What happened?”
