You erased yourself, so shut up!, chapter 10

An hour later they drew up outside the 'Skull and Crosspins', Tre's favourite punk restaurant. Faith smiled at eh skull and crossed safety pins sign as Tre got out and opened ehr door for her. He offered her his hand and help her out, then ducked inside to tlak to his dad.
"Thanks dad. I'll call you tomorrow when we're ready to get picked up."
"You got money?"
"I got twenty dollars."
Frank snr. reached into his pocket, and pulled out a handful of notes. He counted them, then gave them to Tre.
"Well, here's another fifty, but I want any back that you don't spend."
Tre grinned, and hugged his dad.
"Don't worry, you will. See you tomorrow."
"Bye Frankie, bye Faith."
"Bye Frank, thank you."
He drove off. Tre turned to Faith and held out his arm to her. She took it, and he led her inside. The place took her breathe away...it was everything Tre said it was, and a million things more. In the corner stood a battered old jukebox playing 'London Calling', next to a pool table and, strangely, for a punk bar, a darts' board. Tre grinned, and led her over to teh bar, where they sat down on two empty stools. The barman spotted them and hurried over.
"Tre Cool, how are you my lad? And who's this beautiful young lady?"
"Jay, this is Faith; Faith, Jay Riley, the best barman in town."
"It's a pleasure to meet you," Faith said, holding out her hand to shake Jay's. Instead, eh took it, and planted a gentle kiss on it. She giggled.
"It's an honour to meet one as beautiful as you my dear. Now, what can I get you?"
"Um, a couple of menus please; we're eating in today."
"Certainly, I'll be right back."

They left an hour and a half later, Tre in a sulk as Faith had beaten him five times at pool. They had half an hour to get to Gilman Street, but it was only five blocks away, so they were in no hurry. Trouble was just around the corner though, literally....

They walked smack into the entire football team, obviously out for the day, doing god knows what, in Tre's opinion, wasting time, not to mention valuable air.
"Well, lookie here boys, the drummer boy and his little freak have left the mountain. Having fun then, are we?"
"We were 'til we walked into you."
"Now now, that's not very nice, is it? We're all friends here, aren't we?" Jessie asked, sneering at Tre.
"Like hell we are. I wouldn't be friends with bastards like you if you paid me."
"Well that's all very well then, isn't it? 'Cos the last thing we want is something like two hanging around. If I were you, I'd bugger off back up your hill, you sad little twat."
"I'm a sad little twat? Don't make me laugh! I..."
Tre didn't get a chance to finish his sentece; all he knew is he had to run, as the whole team were on him. He grabbed Faith and sprinted. He made it about four blocks up the road, they wqere almost at Gilman, when they were caught.
"Now you're going to pay!"

Billie and Mike were standing in the Gilman doorway, Billie with a fag hanging from his mouth, Mike swigging away at a can. He looked down at his watch.
"Tre is going to turn up I take it?"
"Yeah, 'course, why wouldn't he?"
Mike was just about to answer, when they heard screaming coming from not too far away. Mike threw down his can and they dashed off. They arrivewd to find Faith screaming her head off, and Tre desperately trying to fight off the twelve football players.
"Fuckers, get away from him!"
Mike threw himself into the fight and managed to drag Tre out. Bille grabbed Faith's arm and they dashed off. They just got inside the club and slammed the door in the nick of time. Billie and Mike turned to Tre.
"Wanna tell us why those fuckers were trying to smash you to a pulp?"