The broken song coming from the BLU made Thunder wince, a startled look soon crossing his features as he was stumbled into a horrible shifting of limbs. “How drunk are you exactly?” He asked, managing to tug himself free, trying desperately to still the other soldier. If he had to watch that … moving for any longer he think he’d need to be drunk. There was bad dancing and then there was Murdoc.
His mild disgust soon turned to worry. How the hell did Murdoc get out here in this state? It was a miracle the guy hadn’t killed himself yet. Plus if he was drunk enough to be able to hear things then he must be smashed. Hard. “Should probably take you home.” Thunder could only be thankful that the BLU hadn’t decided to use all the empty beer bottles for other things.
“Wha-- I ain’t drunk,” Murdoc grinned with a slur. “’m just really happy t’see ya s’all.” As his impromptu dance partner removed himself from the grasp of the intoxicated soldier, the BLU frowned. “Dun need t’go.... t’go home,” he grumbled, lazily trying to shrug and pull off the hands that tried to still him. “Night’s still young n’ I got shit t’do n’ there ain’t nothin’ y’can do t’stop—”
Just as his hands rested on the other’s wrist, he stopped moving all together and stood still staring off into the distance. “Love this song...” he muttered under his drunk breath before grabbing the wrist. Sluggishly reaching for the other, he placed one of Thunder’s arm around his waist and grasped the other, staggering close as his head lulled forward and rested on his shoulder for a moment. In his mind a slow song began to play, and he started to hum along. He murmured the lyrics surprisingly well despite his state, and gently ushered the RED to join along in a series of slow yet graceless steps.
