From the Depths of My Dreams, chapter 5
The duo ambled down the sidewalk. It was kind of creepy, walking at night. All the shops closed, one of the shitty streetlights flickering and fluttering. As the boys rounded the routine corner onto Gilman Street, things became more comfortable. A faint hint of smoke lingered in the air, punks and commonplace people became a frequent roadside display, and the incessant pounding of the bass could be felt in the middle of their chest.
This place was it. The hotspot of the Oakland/Berkeley/Emeryville music world.
Billie and Mike noticed a fire engine red mohawk standing by the door. As they neared 924, the figure of their buddy Zacky began to form. Zacky was the 'bouncer' so to speak, but since Billie and Mike knew him from Killer Record Shop, they passed right by him without a second's thought.
Billie pricked his nose into the air and took a deep breath of the hazy air.
"Smell that, Mike?" Mike looked at him.
"What? Are you talking about the B.O. Of this dude next to me?"
A teen with green tips in his hair glared at Mike.
"No." Billie laughed. "Savor the smell of the pot. Let your lungs fill with the delicious scent of booze." Billie paused. "Tonight we get wasted."
"Hmm.. Sounds pretty good to me! Lets go!"
After a series of tequila shots and a few too many rounds of beer, Mike and Billie were wasted beyond belief. At this point, walking didn't even exsist to them; it was either falling, running into walls or crawling. On the way down to the floor after Mike tried to push a guy out of his way, he ran into someone.
"Mike? Is that you?"
Mike barely lifted his head in acknowledgement. As he blinked a couple of times to regain 'proper' vision, the girl scooted next to him on the floor.
"Mike it's me, Carrie."
"Carrrrieees?! I dons kno- uh people named Carries." Mike slurred.
Seeing as Carrie, Mike's ex-girlfriend, was pretty sober, she helped him to his feet.
"Come on Mike, let's get you home."
"No we gots to gets the Biwwie!"
"Billie left a while ago, buddy. Said something about his girlfriend with another guy. I dunno." Carrie wiped the sweat off of Mike's face as she told him of Billie's departure.
"Okie Dokie! We gots to go homeeee!" Mike half spoke, half sang.
**Meanwhile With Billie**
**Billie's P. O. V. **
Billie made his was out of 924 Gilman Street and somewhat ambled down the street. Occasionally he would stop to take a breather and catch his balance on a lamp pole. Eventually Billie reached his destination, Renee's house. Billie surprisingly made it up the stairs and pounded on the door. After no luck from pounding on the door, Billie backed off the porch and shouted up to her window.
"Renee? Billie's here! Let me in!"
After hearing Billie's unexpected outburst, Renee ran downstairs to open the door, thankful that her mom wasn't home now.
"Renee?! I know you're in there!" Billie called out to her window.
"Uh, no Billie actually I'm out here- at the door."
Billie's attention averted to the front door where Renee was standing in a tight cami and plaid flannel pj pants.
"It's late Billie, what do you want?" Renee questioned, somewhat annoyed.
"I want you, baby. I missed you and I wanted to come over and give you some love." Billie said, putting on a fake, deeper sexy voice.
"Come on in Billie."
Renee opened the door for Billie and let him in. After he passes, Renee locked the door.
"So- urgh- Billie, -damn lock- what's up?" Renee began as she fiddled with the lock.
"You shouldn't have so-" Renee was cut off by Billie's lips. They tasted bitterly of lime, salt, and tequila or as some call it, a snake bite.
Billie kissed Renee at full force. He feverishly ran his hands up and down her sides, taunting her at the waist of her jeans. He slipped his thumbs into the top edge of her pants, ready for them to slip off any second.
"Mm- Billie-" Renee said as she broke away from the kiss. "How about we just lose the pants huh? I don*' want mine and I'm suspecting you don't want yours either."
Renee for some odd reason was rather horny. Billie took no notice, unfortunately. If only he had known what had hapened behind the closed doors of her house only hours before.
This place was it. The hotspot of the Oakland/Berkeley/Emeryville music world.
Billie and Mike noticed a fire engine red mohawk standing by the door. As they neared 924, the figure of their buddy Zacky began to form. Zacky was the 'bouncer' so to speak, but since Billie and Mike knew him from Killer Record Shop, they passed right by him without a second's thought.
Billie pricked his nose into the air and took a deep breath of the hazy air.
"Smell that, Mike?" Mike looked at him.
"What? Are you talking about the B.O. Of this dude next to me?"
A teen with green tips in his hair glared at Mike.
"No." Billie laughed. "Savor the smell of the pot. Let your lungs fill with the delicious scent of booze." Billie paused. "Tonight we get wasted."
"Hmm.. Sounds pretty good to me! Lets go!"
After a series of tequila shots and a few too many rounds of beer, Mike and Billie were wasted beyond belief. At this point, walking didn't even exsist to them; it was either falling, running into walls or crawling. On the way down to the floor after Mike tried to push a guy out of his way, he ran into someone.
"Mike? Is that you?"
Mike barely lifted his head in acknowledgement. As he blinked a couple of times to regain 'proper' vision, the girl scooted next to him on the floor.
"Mike it's me, Carrie."
"Carrrrieees?! I dons kno- uh people named Carries." Mike slurred.
Seeing as Carrie, Mike's ex-girlfriend, was pretty sober, she helped him to his feet.
"Come on Mike, let's get you home."
"No we gots to gets the Biwwie!"
"Billie left a while ago, buddy. Said something about his girlfriend with another guy. I dunno." Carrie wiped the sweat off of Mike's face as she told him of Billie's departure.
"Okie Dokie! We gots to go homeeee!" Mike half spoke, half sang.
**Meanwhile With Billie**
**Billie's P. O. V. **
Billie made his was out of 924 Gilman Street and somewhat ambled down the street. Occasionally he would stop to take a breather and catch his balance on a lamp pole. Eventually Billie reached his destination, Renee's house. Billie surprisingly made it up the stairs and pounded on the door. After no luck from pounding on the door, Billie backed off the porch and shouted up to her window.
"Renee? Billie's here! Let me in!"
After hearing Billie's unexpected outburst, Renee ran downstairs to open the door, thankful that her mom wasn't home now.
"Renee?! I know you're in there!" Billie called out to her window.
"Uh, no Billie actually I'm out here- at the door."
Billie's attention averted to the front door where Renee was standing in a tight cami and plaid flannel pj pants.
"It's late Billie, what do you want?" Renee questioned, somewhat annoyed.
"I want you, baby. I missed you and I wanted to come over and give you some love." Billie said, putting on a fake, deeper sexy voice.
"Come on in Billie."
Renee opened the door for Billie and let him in. After he passes, Renee locked the door.
"So- urgh- Billie, -damn lock- what's up?" Renee began as she fiddled with the lock.
"You shouldn't have so-" Renee was cut off by Billie's lips. They tasted bitterly of lime, salt, and tequila or as some call it, a snake bite.
Billie kissed Renee at full force. He feverishly ran his hands up and down her sides, taunting her at the waist of her jeans. He slipped his thumbs into the top edge of her pants, ready for them to slip off any second.
"Mm- Billie-" Renee said as she broke away from the kiss. "How about we just lose the pants huh? I don*' want mine and I'm suspecting you don't want yours either."
Renee for some odd reason was rather horny. Billie took no notice, unfortunately. If only he had known what had hapened behind the closed doors of her house only hours before.
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