Come What May, chapter 2
I was just a drummer in a band, and she was the daughter of the rich and famous. Here's where it begins:
Our touring was over, and the band went their serperate ways for vacation. Billie was on a trip with his family...somewhere. Jason was out of town to see his girlfriend, and Mike....hmm...what was he doing...ah doesn't matter. It's just Mike.... just kidding. I was in California all by myself. Yes, so what would the one and only Tre Cool do? Go to bars of course. My apartment was located in the busy city of San Francisco, which was benefitial, since the bars weren't too far away. So I went to my favorite bar, Bottom Of The Hill (which is literally on the bottom of a hill), where I met friends, and drink beer. Laughing at the bar, with the smoke hovering everywhere, the bar door opens to reveal unexpected guests. There were 5 girls who looked to be about my age, and the bar did not look like their scene.
"Excuse me ladies," my buddy, Matt, said rather drunk, "I think you missed the mall by five blocks."
The guys near me began to hoot and holler with laughter, then the tallest girl walked up to the bar and said, "Give me two shots!" I didn't laugh, but I stared at her glamour. Her hair was straight, brown and long, and her golden skin glowed from the darkness. She caught me staring at her, and looked at me with piercing green eyes.
"What?! You don't think I can do it?"
I was speechless....but she just gave a wicked smile, and glanced back at her friends who looked worried.
"Kalista, we should get out of here!" her blonde haired friend said, "Your parents are gonna kill you!"
"I'm fucking 33! Screw them!" She yelled back, and took a seat next to me. Her attire consisted of a short black shirt, a white tank top, and killer heels. I honestly don't know how you women can where those weapons! I mean when I tried them...my feet killed! Anyway....
"So, what's your name," she said, still waiting for her two shots.
"Tre...Tre, Cool," I said slowly.
"Kalista...Johnson," she said seductively at me with a smile. I had no idea what to say after that, but luckily her liquor came. She took both of them and drank each of them down with one gulp. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she began rise out of her chair.
"Hey, can I have your number?!" I asked quickly.
"Even if I wanted you to have it," she said turning her head back to me, as she exited with her patient friends, "I can't give it to you." And with that, she walked out the door.
Our touring was over, and the band went their serperate ways for vacation. Billie was on a trip with his family...somewhere. Jason was out of town to see his girlfriend, and Mike....hmm...what was he doing...ah doesn't matter. It's just Mike.... just kidding. I was in California all by myself. Yes, so what would the one and only Tre Cool do? Go to bars of course. My apartment was located in the busy city of San Francisco, which was benefitial, since the bars weren't too far away. So I went to my favorite bar, Bottom Of The Hill (which is literally on the bottom of a hill), where I met friends, and drink beer. Laughing at the bar, with the smoke hovering everywhere, the bar door opens to reveal unexpected guests. There were 5 girls who looked to be about my age, and the bar did not look like their scene.
"Excuse me ladies," my buddy, Matt, said rather drunk, "I think you missed the mall by five blocks."
The guys near me began to hoot and holler with laughter, then the tallest girl walked up to the bar and said, "Give me two shots!" I didn't laugh, but I stared at her glamour. Her hair was straight, brown and long, and her golden skin glowed from the darkness. She caught me staring at her, and looked at me with piercing green eyes.
"What?! You don't think I can do it?"
I was speechless....but she just gave a wicked smile, and glanced back at her friends who looked worried.
"Kalista, we should get out of here!" her blonde haired friend said, "Your parents are gonna kill you!"
"I'm fucking 33! Screw them!" She yelled back, and took a seat next to me. Her attire consisted of a short black shirt, a white tank top, and killer heels. I honestly don't know how you women can where those weapons! I mean when I tried them...my feet killed! Anyway....
"So, what's your name," she said, still waiting for her two shots.
"Tre...Tre, Cool," I said slowly.
"Kalista...Johnson," she said seductively at me with a smile. I had no idea what to say after that, but luckily her liquor came. She took both of them and drank each of them down with one gulp. Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, she began rise out of her chair.
"Hey, can I have your number?!" I asked quickly.
"Even if I wanted you to have it," she said turning her head back to me, as she exited with her patient friends, "I can't give it to you." And with that, she walked out the door.
