You Can't Do This To Me Mike!, chapter 8
The next couple of hours was a blur, Mike and Billie realised that Tre had indeed dragged them into a bar at 3 in the afternoon and they didn't refuse the drink he was pouring down their throats but they didn't understand the cause of celebration, Tre was getting married?
"Tre" Billie slurred knocking back another shot, "whoyamarryinagen?"
"What?" Tre yelled across the table a pile of empty glasses in front of him,
Billie pulled a face, glanced at Mike who shrugged, Billie blinked then swallowed hard, "Who...are....you...marryin?"
"Oh!" Tre giggled,
"Isit Claudi, claudi, clau....how do ya say it?" Mike giggled into his arm that was strewn across the table,
Billie laughed too then bit his lip trying to keep a straight face, he pushed up his nose and put on a fake English accent, "CLAUDIA" He yelled
All three of them burst out laughing.
"Anuther drinkt?" Tre slurred standing up swaying slightly,
"Hellyeah...youknow..getmesumofthem...Mike...Mikey..." Billie shouted at his friend, "Whattadecalled?"
"Steamboat"
"Stem...stom...steam...one of them thingys" Billie shouted at Tre who walked to the bar in a very wiggly line trying to remeber what drink Billie had just told him...a what boat?...nah...he'll have a jack it was easier to say.
Mike and Billie were alone again for the first time since their conversation, they stared at each other for a while, in their clouded mind kind of state their inhibitions were flung out the window. Billie's hand had once again found its way to Mike's thigh. Their eyebrows raised, "Mikey you thinkin what im thinkin"
"I'm thinkin...kinda...er...bathroom"
"Metoo" Billie slurred unable to contain his excitement as he followed his friend into the nearby gents. It was empty, Billie hurridly ran into the far cubicle giggling like a school girl, Mike followed just as excited and it was showing.
They bumped together in the cubicle, smiling at each other awkwardly, "So Mike" Billie smiled sounding more sober, "Does this mean that you like me too?" Mike grinned and wrapped his arms around the singer's waist, "Yeah i guess it does" Billie pulled up towards Mike head wrapping his arms around the bassit's neck, slowly and awkwardly they pulled together and kissed. It was meaningful, passionate, it was real and they both felt the flourishng warm feeling that ran through their bodies, neither wanted to let go, it felt so right, all those years of jokes covering the tension and confused thoughts ebbed away and meant nothing, both of them felt safe and excited.
(sorry to interuppt such a cute ass moment but i gotta censor this or it wont be posted so cue your imagination here guys - what do most drunken people do in a bar toliet? Yes thats right, now keep that thought....)
Billie and Mike emerged from the bathroom, a little more sober than before, they grinned at each other mischeivesly like naughty children, It seemed Tre however didn't miss them much, the guys could hardly see him above the stack of alcoholic beverages, "Hellooooooo!" He yelled above a enormous bottle of Jack Daniels,
"Tre, What the hell?" Mike asked sitting down exchanging a smile with Billie,
"It was the end of the ugly bar girls shift and kind of...a hot one started working...she is a *cough* big fan apparently...so get drinkin!"
"Wahey dude!" Billie grinned tucking in to the bottles,
"Cool" Mike grinned
"OI! OI!" Tre yelled across the room to the bar, "OI! CAN WE GET SOME FUCKING CLASH ON PLEASE?"
The three began to get very very drunk.
***
Billie woke up, head banging, he clutched his skull and groaned, suddenly he remebered what had happend last night with him and Mike and he smiled, but his smile ebbed away as he couldn't remember what happened after that, just a huge collection of alcohol on a table and him and the other two consumed it.
He rubbed his eyes and scanned were he was lying, on Tre's floor, it then occured to him that he was attached to something, lifting his left wrist he saw a pair of handcuffs clipping him to Tre, who also had handcuffs attaching him to Mike. Billie gasped, Mike, Tre and as he looked down, noticed that he was wearing a sash too, no he couldn't be, he already was. Suddenly Tre sprung up from his sleep to, "Morning Mr.Cool-Dirnt-Armstrong" He grinned kissing Billie on the cheek.
Okay Billie thought, What the fuck had they done last night?
"Tre" Billie slurred knocking back another shot, "whoyamarryinagen?"
"What?" Tre yelled across the table a pile of empty glasses in front of him,
Billie pulled a face, glanced at Mike who shrugged, Billie blinked then swallowed hard, "Who...are....you...marryin?"
"Oh!" Tre giggled,
"Isit Claudi, claudi, clau....how do ya say it?" Mike giggled into his arm that was strewn across the table,
Billie laughed too then bit his lip trying to keep a straight face, he pushed up his nose and put on a fake English accent, "CLAUDIA" He yelled
All three of them burst out laughing.
"Anuther drinkt?" Tre slurred standing up swaying slightly,
"Hellyeah...youknow..getmesumofthem...Mike...Mikey..." Billie shouted at his friend, "Whattadecalled?"
"Steamboat"
"Stem...stom...steam...one of them thingys" Billie shouted at Tre who walked to the bar in a very wiggly line trying to remeber what drink Billie had just told him...a what boat?...nah...he'll have a jack it was easier to say.
Mike and Billie were alone again for the first time since their conversation, they stared at each other for a while, in their clouded mind kind of state their inhibitions were flung out the window. Billie's hand had once again found its way to Mike's thigh. Their eyebrows raised, "Mikey you thinkin what im thinkin"
"I'm thinkin...kinda...er...bathroom"
"Metoo" Billie slurred unable to contain his excitement as he followed his friend into the nearby gents. It was empty, Billie hurridly ran into the far cubicle giggling like a school girl, Mike followed just as excited and it was showing.
They bumped together in the cubicle, smiling at each other awkwardly, "So Mike" Billie smiled sounding more sober, "Does this mean that you like me too?" Mike grinned and wrapped his arms around the singer's waist, "Yeah i guess it does" Billie pulled up towards Mike head wrapping his arms around the bassit's neck, slowly and awkwardly they pulled together and kissed. It was meaningful, passionate, it was real and they both felt the flourishng warm feeling that ran through their bodies, neither wanted to let go, it felt so right, all those years of jokes covering the tension and confused thoughts ebbed away and meant nothing, both of them felt safe and excited.
(sorry to interuppt such a cute ass moment but i gotta censor this or it wont be posted so cue your imagination here guys - what do most drunken people do in a bar toliet? Yes thats right, now keep that thought....)
Billie and Mike emerged from the bathroom, a little more sober than before, they grinned at each other mischeivesly like naughty children, It seemed Tre however didn't miss them much, the guys could hardly see him above the stack of alcoholic beverages, "Hellooooooo!" He yelled above a enormous bottle of Jack Daniels,
"Tre, What the hell?" Mike asked sitting down exchanging a smile with Billie,
"It was the end of the ugly bar girls shift and kind of...a hot one started working...she is a *cough* big fan apparently...so get drinkin!"
"Wahey dude!" Billie grinned tucking in to the bottles,
"Cool" Mike grinned
"OI! OI!" Tre yelled across the room to the bar, "OI! CAN WE GET SOME FUCKING CLASH ON PLEASE?"
The three began to get very very drunk.
***
Billie woke up, head banging, he clutched his skull and groaned, suddenly he remebered what had happend last night with him and Mike and he smiled, but his smile ebbed away as he couldn't remember what happened after that, just a huge collection of alcohol on a table and him and the other two consumed it.
He rubbed his eyes and scanned were he was lying, on Tre's floor, it then occured to him that he was attached to something, lifting his left wrist he saw a pair of handcuffs clipping him to Tre, who also had handcuffs attaching him to Mike. Billie gasped, Mike, Tre and as he looked down, noticed that he was wearing a sash too, no he couldn't be, he already was. Suddenly Tre sprung up from his sleep to, "Morning Mr.Cool-Dirnt-Armstrong" He grinned kissing Billie on the cheek.
Okay Billie thought, What the fuck had they done last night?
