Mike's Drunken Gamble, chapter 13

Mike woke up the next morning, extremly sore.

"Oh my god!" He said stumbling out of the room.

Billie Joe and Tre' was sitting down on the couch, in the main room.

"Hey Mike, how ya felling?"
"Sore, Billie, very sore!"

Tre' looked at Mike and Mike looked at him, then they cuddeld each other.
"I'm sorry Mike,"
"I'm sory too Tre'," Then Billie had to top it all by saying:

"Aww, a gay moement!" the rest of the day, resembled a rugby game.

Later that day, Billie joe was on the email system, talking to his famliy, Tre' was out, trying the food places and Mike was sitting down drinking his fourth beer.

"Hey Billie, I'm going out okay,"

"Yeah, where to?" he said without taking his eyes offf the screen.

"Oh no where special, just out," and with that he found a coat and walked out.

It was dark outside, but that didn't matter to him, the cool air felt refreshing on his face.

He must have walked about a mile, he didn't relly know, I mean, would you?

Mike returned to the hotel, god knows how about 2 o clock in the morning.

He queitly snuk in without being noticed by Tr'e or Billie Joe.

Mike saw a bottle of beer on the table, and quietly wlaked past Tre' to get it.
As soon as he picked it up, Tre' said: "That's called stealing you know!"

I think that Mike jumped about 3 feet in the air.
"HOLLY SHIT TRE'!" he siad, Billie Joe's still asleep.

"Ha ha!" said Tre' going back to sleep.
Mike retired to bed as well, only to be woken up agin, by something far worse than anything he's had to deal with.
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