Cadillacs Are Groovy, chapter 2
"Howdy, you're obviously Leigh," he grinned and extended a hand like I had done to Billie.
"Nope, I'm your pet rock, hello," I smiled & shook his hand.
"Now that the intros are out of the way," said Tre, "Howzabout we grab a few drinks and play some air hockey? Sound okay to you Leighster?"
"Leighster ey? Yeah sounds GREAT to me!"
"That makes two of us," said Mike, "I bags getting Billie on my team!"
"Awwww... No fair!" whined Tre putting me back on the ground and wrapping his muscly arm around my shoulder, "If you've got Billie then we haven't got a chance!"
All three of us made our way into the kitchen.
"Hey Leigh, you can go to the living room while me and Mike set up the drinkskies," grinned Tre. Then Mike saw my stunned face and laughed, "Yeah that's what I said the first time he told me to go on ahead to the living room. This place is huge! Just follow the sound of the screaming Billie... Seriously!"
So I walked out of the kitchen and sure enough after a few minutes I heard Billie yelling,
"Bollocks! How hard can it be to pass a goddam ball!?"
I followed the sound and eventually came across the living room. Billie Joe was standing on a huge, black leather couch. He had a beer in hand and he was incessantly shouting abuse at a football match that was taking place on the GIGANTIC flat screen TV. On the ground, wagging his tail with excitement was Tre's dog Reggie.
"Damn you get worked up over nothing!" I laughed staring at him. He jerked his head around in shock and then seeing me he relaxed.
"Hey, I'm a guy, Leave it... Don't even START pushing the subject!" He grinned. I guess Adrienne had been on at him about it enough times. He muted the roar of the TV then sat down and patted the spot next to him encouraging me to come and sit next to him. I complied because, you know, who wouldn't? I thought it'd be all awkward having only just met him and all but as he leaned against me and started talking I felt really comfortable, he's so damn friendly!
"So what've Tre and Mike got planned?" he asked
"Drinks and air hockey... Mike bagsed you on his team so I got Tre. Tre whined," I informed Billie. He laughed then putting his hands behind his head he said casually,
"You're gonna lose like you've never lost before."
"Oh really, care to make a bet on that?"
"Why not," he said confidently, "What've I got to lose?"
"One of your Blue replicas," I replied confidently. So it was agreed. If Billie and Mike lost I got Blue but if me and Tre lost on the other hand, Billie said he'd come up with a dare along with Tre and Mike and that got me scared and I was nearly going to back down... But I don't back down from dares! Besides, whatever those guys could muster up should be damn funny!
After half an hour of fast and furious air hockey we ended up in a draw and nobody could figure out what to do. We were all sweating by that stage.
"How 'bout we just have a rematch some other time?" I asked.
"Agreed!" Tre, Billie & Mike shouted in unison then all of them promptly collapsed on the floor. I tried and failed to stifle a laugh.
"Do you find something amusing about the fact that we are," Mike paused for emphasis, "dying?"
"Insensitive chicks!" Billie exclaimed and picked himself up off the floor, "I've had it up to here," and he did a slicing motion at his throat. Then he picked up a pillow from the nearby couch. I screamed, "Crud!" and ran off. We ran circles round the room for a while until Billie finally yanked me down on the couch by grabbing hold of my waste. I picked up a pillow too and we had a grand old pillow fight. Tre and Mike watched on in amusement.
"Right," said Tre getting up off the floor and clapping his hands together, "this has gone on for far too long."
"Thank god," I laughed. I was struggling to breath through the constant barrage of pillow. But Mike and Tre didn't tackle Billie away, oh no. Tre picked me up and Mike picked up Billie and proceeded to walk through the house and off into the direction of the backyard. I looked to my left and saw that Billie Joe had started protesting and kicking wildly, "Shit no, Mike, c'mon, be nice, fuck, please don't!" ;
"What's wrong Billie?"
"Nope, I'm your pet rock, hello," I smiled & shook his hand.
"Now that the intros are out of the way," said Tre, "Howzabout we grab a few drinks and play some air hockey? Sound okay to you Leighster?"
"Leighster ey? Yeah sounds GREAT to me!"
"That makes two of us," said Mike, "I bags getting Billie on my team!"
"Awwww... No fair!" whined Tre putting me back on the ground and wrapping his muscly arm around my shoulder, "If you've got Billie then we haven't got a chance!"
All three of us made our way into the kitchen.
"Hey Leigh, you can go to the living room while me and Mike set up the drinkskies," grinned Tre. Then Mike saw my stunned face and laughed, "Yeah that's what I said the first time he told me to go on ahead to the living room. This place is huge! Just follow the sound of the screaming Billie... Seriously!"
So I walked out of the kitchen and sure enough after a few minutes I heard Billie yelling,
"Bollocks! How hard can it be to pass a goddam ball!?"
I followed the sound and eventually came across the living room. Billie Joe was standing on a huge, black leather couch. He had a beer in hand and he was incessantly shouting abuse at a football match that was taking place on the GIGANTIC flat screen TV. On the ground, wagging his tail with excitement was Tre's dog Reggie.
"Damn you get worked up over nothing!" I laughed staring at him. He jerked his head around in shock and then seeing me he relaxed.
"Hey, I'm a guy, Leave it... Don't even START pushing the subject!" He grinned. I guess Adrienne had been on at him about it enough times. He muted the roar of the TV then sat down and patted the spot next to him encouraging me to come and sit next to him. I complied because, you know, who wouldn't? I thought it'd be all awkward having only just met him and all but as he leaned against me and started talking I felt really comfortable, he's so damn friendly!
"So what've Tre and Mike got planned?" he asked
"Drinks and air hockey... Mike bagsed you on his team so I got Tre. Tre whined," I informed Billie. He laughed then putting his hands behind his head he said casually,
"You're gonna lose like you've never lost before."
"Oh really, care to make a bet on that?"
"Why not," he said confidently, "What've I got to lose?"
"One of your Blue replicas," I replied confidently. So it was agreed. If Billie and Mike lost I got Blue but if me and Tre lost on the other hand, Billie said he'd come up with a dare along with Tre and Mike and that got me scared and I was nearly going to back down... But I don't back down from dares! Besides, whatever those guys could muster up should be damn funny!
After half an hour of fast and furious air hockey we ended up in a draw and nobody could figure out what to do. We were all sweating by that stage.
"How 'bout we just have a rematch some other time?" I asked.
"Agreed!" Tre, Billie & Mike shouted in unison then all of them promptly collapsed on the floor. I tried and failed to stifle a laugh.
"Do you find something amusing about the fact that we are," Mike paused for emphasis, "dying?"
"Insensitive chicks!" Billie exclaimed and picked himself up off the floor, "I've had it up to here," and he did a slicing motion at his throat. Then he picked up a pillow from the nearby couch. I screamed, "Crud!" and ran off. We ran circles round the room for a while until Billie finally yanked me down on the couch by grabbing hold of my waste. I picked up a pillow too and we had a grand old pillow fight. Tre and Mike watched on in amusement.
"Right," said Tre getting up off the floor and clapping his hands together, "this has gone on for far too long."
"Thank god," I laughed. I was struggling to breath through the constant barrage of pillow. But Mike and Tre didn't tackle Billie away, oh no. Tre picked me up and Mike picked up Billie and proceeded to walk through the house and off into the direction of the backyard. I looked to my left and saw that Billie Joe had started protesting and kicking wildly, "Shit no, Mike, c'mon, be nice, fuck, please don't!" ;
"What's wrong Billie?"
