Tré's Magical Adventure, chapter 11
"Oh fuck!" mumbled Tré. "What did I do last night?" he asked himself, opening his eyes. He looked up and saw the branches of a tree. He tried to rub his eyes with his hand, but found that his hands were tied to the tree. "What the fuck?" he said attempting to sit up.
"Hi Tré," said Mary walking in front of him.
"Oh Mary am I glad to see you. Will you untie me?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so," she said kneeling down to his level.
"Why not?" he asked looking confused.
"Isn't it obvious?" she replied. "I tied to you to the tree"
"But why?" asked Tré, his confusion growing.
"Because I need to find out what's going on between you and Mike!" she said sharply.
"There is nothing going on between me and Mike I told you that before," he replied weakly.
"I know there is, I've seen you when you're around him," she said. She slapped him across the face.
"Now tell the what is going on."
"Ok, Ok I'll tell you," he said. "But I like it when you slap me!"
"Tré stop getting horny and tell me!" she said impatiently.
"Fine," he said clearing his throat. "We had something. Well I thought we did. We slept together. Once. And I thought we had something together, but Mike didn't think so." When he mumbled the last part, a tear formed at the side of his eye. "Why do you want to know so bad anyway? Did Billie tell you to ask me?" he asked fighting back tears.
"Because Tré... I think...I think I...I love you," she whispered, then she got up and ran off, leaving Tre tied to the tree.
"Mary wait," he yelled after her. "Come back, I need you to untie..." His sentence trailed off.
An old woman walked past, giving Tré an odd stare. "Ma'am, could you please untie me?" he asked politely. The old woman kept walking, without taking her eyes off Tre. "Can you please untie me?" he asked her again. Then a business man in a suit walked past. "Hey mister, could you untie me?"
"Yeah sure," he replied. He bent down behind the tree and untied him. "Here," he said handing Tré a plain red tie.
"What's this?" asked Tre staring at the tie.
"You were tied to the tree with that," said the man walking away.
"Thank you!" Tre yelled after him. Tré got up off the ground and brushed down his pants, and began walking back to the hotel. He could take a taxi, but he needed the walk to clear his head. He rubbed his palm against his fore head. "Why did I drink so much last night?" he wondered. Then he remembered the dinner he had with Mary. "Oh," he said when he remembered how he had accidentally knocked everything over. "No wonder she tied me to a tree," he said.
He was still swaying slightly. "I mustn't be fully sober," he said finding his balance.
A while later, he stumbled into the lobby of the hotel. He looked around hoping to see Mary, but she wasn't there. She must be in her room, he thought. He wandered up to his room. He took off his shirt and threw it on the bed. He sighed and thought of what Mary had said before she ran away. He took off the rest of his clothes and clambered into the shower. He let the cool water wash over him. It's true, thought Tré. The Irish do like to drink.
"Hi Tré," said Mary walking in front of him.
"Oh Mary am I glad to see you. Will you untie me?" he asked.
"No, I don't think so," she said kneeling down to his level.
"Why not?" he asked looking confused.
"Isn't it obvious?" she replied. "I tied to you to the tree"
"But why?" asked Tré, his confusion growing.
"Because I need to find out what's going on between you and Mike!" she said sharply.
"There is nothing going on between me and Mike I told you that before," he replied weakly.
"I know there is, I've seen you when you're around him," she said. She slapped him across the face.
"Now tell the what is going on."
"Ok, Ok I'll tell you," he said. "But I like it when you slap me!"
"Tré stop getting horny and tell me!" she said impatiently.
"Fine," he said clearing his throat. "We had something. Well I thought we did. We slept together. Once. And I thought we had something together, but Mike didn't think so." When he mumbled the last part, a tear formed at the side of his eye. "Why do you want to know so bad anyway? Did Billie tell you to ask me?" he asked fighting back tears.
"Because Tré... I think...I think I...I love you," she whispered, then she got up and ran off, leaving Tre tied to the tree.
"Mary wait," he yelled after her. "Come back, I need you to untie..." His sentence trailed off.
An old woman walked past, giving Tré an odd stare. "Ma'am, could you please untie me?" he asked politely. The old woman kept walking, without taking her eyes off Tre. "Can you please untie me?" he asked her again. Then a business man in a suit walked past. "Hey mister, could you untie me?"
"Yeah sure," he replied. He bent down behind the tree and untied him. "Here," he said handing Tré a plain red tie.
"What's this?" asked Tre staring at the tie.
"You were tied to the tree with that," said the man walking away.
"Thank you!" Tre yelled after him. Tré got up off the ground and brushed down his pants, and began walking back to the hotel. He could take a taxi, but he needed the walk to clear his head. He rubbed his palm against his fore head. "Why did I drink so much last night?" he wondered. Then he remembered the dinner he had with Mary. "Oh," he said when he remembered how he had accidentally knocked everything over. "No wonder she tied me to a tree," he said.
He was still swaying slightly. "I mustn't be fully sober," he said finding his balance.
A while later, he stumbled into the lobby of the hotel. He looked around hoping to see Mary, but she wasn't there. She must be in her room, he thought. He wandered up to his room. He took off his shirt and threw it on the bed. He sighed and thought of what Mary had said before she ran away. He took off the rest of his clothes and clambered into the shower. He let the cool water wash over him. It's true, thought Tré. The Irish do like to drink.
