One Day Soon, chapter 2
"Crap, man! When the hell did ya get so damb heavy?" Mike grunted as he held the weight of his friend on his side and tried to sort of side-step, shuffle out of the bar.
*RING*
Yeah right, now his phone rings? Mike slowly sat Billie Joe down on the window ledge and pulled out his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey man! I can't find him! I've checked every straight Bar in Oakland! Hell I've checked all the gay bards in Oakland... No one's seen him! I'm so worried"
"Don't worry, I've got him" Mike held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he lunged towards Billie Joe who was falling slowly forward and nearly collapsed just before Mike managed to grab his shoulders and push him back upright.
"Thank god!" Tre yelled into the phone. "Where the hell are you guys?"
"We're in a little crap bar outside Oakland. Hey Tre?" Mike asked with a grin.
"Yeah?"
"How do you know where all the gay bars in town are?"
"I ugh... I... " Tre mumbled incoherently some story about a dare and a miniskirt. Mike grinned evilly as he pulled Billie Joe up into a sitting position again.
"Whatever man, Listen just get down here, Billie's Shmammered and there's no way I can get him out of here and into a cab by myself.
"Shmammered 'eh? You tipsy too there Mikey boy?" Tre asked with a laugh
"No that's just the only way to describe Billie Joe... He's smashed AND hammered, he's shmammered! Hey Tre don't argue with me! Just get down here!" Mike gave Tre the directions and hung up the phone. Billie Joe was now completely slummed over onto the floor lying with his shoulders and side of his face pinned to the floor, his knees pressed up to his chest and his butt waving around in the air.
Billie Joe began to sing and wiggle his arms and butt when Mike decided it was time to get out of the public eye before someone realized who this was doing the ass-dance!
"Come on Billie" Mike grunted as he picked his best friend up off the floor and once again side-step-shuffled his way towards the door.
"MICK! When the hellsh did you get herr? I wash looking for yous!" Billie Joe slurred while he poked Mike's face stupidly.
"God Tre, drive fast!" Mike muttered as Billie Joe began to sing his song and dance again, making it doubly hard for Mike to hold him upright let alone make any progress towards the door
"real fast!" he added as he sat Billie Joe down on a bench, sat down beside him and held him upright.
***
Ten minutes and several verses of Billie Joe's "I'm leaving on a beer plane" later, Tre burst though the door of the little bar and headed straight for Mike and Billie Joe.
"Thank god!" Tre and Mike sighed in unison.
"Help me get him up and out of here," Mike said to Tre quietly. "I think people are starting to realize who he is, or at least who I am, I've heard whispers of 'ooOOoooh! That band!' and such... we just need to go!"
"Right on," Tre said as he helped Mike hold their drunken friend upright and carry him to the door.
"Tre! Where's the cab?" Mike grunted as he held onto the weight of his friend and Tre shuffled in his pockets for something.
"I drove Mike, no cab." He said as he extracted his keys, unlocked his car and opened the back door.
"You drove Tre? But didn't you drink tonight?" Mike asked confused.
"I don't drink every night!" Tre grinned evilly, "Okay so I do, but tonight I just felt so bad for Billie Joe, I went straight home, and then straight back to the recording studio to see him... but he was gone."
"I did the same thing" Mike confided in Tre. "You must have just left, that's when I called you and told you to look for him"
"Yeah, I was already on my way" Tre said seriously.
"You're an awesome friend Tre!" Mike said as they lowered a still dancing Billie Joe into the back seat.
"Thanks man." Tre said and smiled, sliding into the driver's seat.
Tre turned on the car and Spice Girls' "Spice World" blared at full volume out of the speakers.
Mike howled with laughter as Tre blushed and turned it down.
"Still the same old Tre I know and love!"
"You know it!" Tre laughed before singing along, giving each voice his own special sounds and faces.
"SHO I'W TELL YA WHAT I WANT WHAT I WELLY REWWY WANT!" Floated up from the back seat.
"My god" Mike said as Tre looked at him confused, "It's like there's two of you!"
Tre howled and Mike laughed and Billie just kept right on singing.
*RING*
Yeah right, now his phone rings? Mike slowly sat Billie Joe down on the window ledge and pulled out his phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey man! I can't find him! I've checked every straight Bar in Oakland! Hell I've checked all the gay bards in Oakland... No one's seen him! I'm so worried"
"Don't worry, I've got him" Mike held the phone to his ear with his shoulder as he lunged towards Billie Joe who was falling slowly forward and nearly collapsed just before Mike managed to grab his shoulders and push him back upright.
"Thank god!" Tre yelled into the phone. "Where the hell are you guys?"
"We're in a little crap bar outside Oakland. Hey Tre?" Mike asked with a grin.
"Yeah?"
"How do you know where all the gay bars in town are?"
"I ugh... I... " Tre mumbled incoherently some story about a dare and a miniskirt. Mike grinned evilly as he pulled Billie Joe up into a sitting position again.
"Whatever man, Listen just get down here, Billie's Shmammered and there's no way I can get him out of here and into a cab by myself.
"Shmammered 'eh? You tipsy too there Mikey boy?" Tre asked with a laugh
"No that's just the only way to describe Billie Joe... He's smashed AND hammered, he's shmammered! Hey Tre don't argue with me! Just get down here!" Mike gave Tre the directions and hung up the phone. Billie Joe was now completely slummed over onto the floor lying with his shoulders and side of his face pinned to the floor, his knees pressed up to his chest and his butt waving around in the air.
Billie Joe began to sing and wiggle his arms and butt when Mike decided it was time to get out of the public eye before someone realized who this was doing the ass-dance!
"Come on Billie" Mike grunted as he picked his best friend up off the floor and once again side-step-shuffled his way towards the door.
"MICK! When the hellsh did you get herr? I wash looking for yous!" Billie Joe slurred while he poked Mike's face stupidly.
"God Tre, drive fast!" Mike muttered as Billie Joe began to sing his song and dance again, making it doubly hard for Mike to hold him upright let alone make any progress towards the door
"real fast!" he added as he sat Billie Joe down on a bench, sat down beside him and held him upright.
***
Ten minutes and several verses of Billie Joe's "I'm leaving on a beer plane" later, Tre burst though the door of the little bar and headed straight for Mike and Billie Joe.
"Thank god!" Tre and Mike sighed in unison.
"Help me get him up and out of here," Mike said to Tre quietly. "I think people are starting to realize who he is, or at least who I am, I've heard whispers of 'ooOOoooh! That band!' and such... we just need to go!"
"Right on," Tre said as he helped Mike hold their drunken friend upright and carry him to the door.
"Tre! Where's the cab?" Mike grunted as he held onto the weight of his friend and Tre shuffled in his pockets for something.
"I drove Mike, no cab." He said as he extracted his keys, unlocked his car and opened the back door.
"You drove Tre? But didn't you drink tonight?" Mike asked confused.
"I don't drink every night!" Tre grinned evilly, "Okay so I do, but tonight I just felt so bad for Billie Joe, I went straight home, and then straight back to the recording studio to see him... but he was gone."
"I did the same thing" Mike confided in Tre. "You must have just left, that's when I called you and told you to look for him"
"Yeah, I was already on my way" Tre said seriously.
"You're an awesome friend Tre!" Mike said as they lowered a still dancing Billie Joe into the back seat.
"Thanks man." Tre said and smiled, sliding into the driver's seat.
Tre turned on the car and Spice Girls' "Spice World" blared at full volume out of the speakers.
Mike howled with laughter as Tre blushed and turned it down.
"Still the same old Tre I know and love!"
"You know it!" Tre laughed before singing along, giving each voice his own special sounds and faces.
"SHO I'W TELL YA WHAT I WANT WHAT I WELLY REWWY WANT!" Floated up from the back seat.
"My god" Mike said as Tre looked at him confused, "It's like there's two of you!"
Tre howled and Mike laughed and Billie just kept right on singing.
