Tré's Magical Adventure, chapter 9
Tré rummaged through his suitcase until he found his bulging wallet. He picked
it up and shoved it into his back pocket. He found a relatively clean shirt and slipped it on. He left the room and wandered down the hall.
"Hey Tré, are you going down to breakfast?" asked Jason White catching up with him in the hall.
"Yeah sure, whatever," replied Tré absent-mindedly. They both walked down the stairs together. When they got to the lobby, Tré walked quickly towards the bar.
"Um... Tré the breakfast room is this way," said Jason looking confused.
"Not for me it isn't," answered Tre. Tré went into the bar and sat down on a the bar stool. "I can I have a Cheech please?" Tré asked the barman.
Jason came into the bar and sat down beside Tré. "It's kinda early to be drinking, don't you think?" he said. "Is there something going on? Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No, I don't want to talk about it Jason." Tré replied. The barman plonked the glass down in front of Tré. Tré handed him some cash and then took a long gulp of the Cheech.
"Is this about the Billie Joe thing? Because if it is, just tell him you were upset by it and he will probably tell you it was a misunderstanding," said Jason poking for more clues.
"Jason, I said I don't want to talk about it. Now leave me alone. Just let me enjoy my breakfast Cheech." Tre took another swig of his drink and Jason got up off the stool.
"Just don't drink too much Tré," he said leaving the bar.
Tré gulped the rest of his Cheech and put it down on the bar. "Another Cheech please," he called to the barman.
-TWELVE DRINKS LATER-
"Another!" yelled Tré to the barman.
"I think you've had enough" said the barman. "What room are you in? I'll help you back to your room," he said, attempting to help Tré off the bar stool.
"I am not going anywhere," slurred Tré. He fell off the stool. The barman reached down to help him up."You're funny!" Tré giggled to the barman.
"Oh Jesus," muttered the barman.
Tré finally got up and staggered out of the bar, much to the relief of the barman. He wondered about what to do next. "I know!" exclaimed Tré, "I'll go shopping! I love shopping. Everyone says it's even better in New York!"
Tré walked out of the hotel, swaying slightly. He stuck his hand out in the street. A yellow taxi pulled in beside him. Tré climbed in, hitting his head off the
door.
"To ... .a place where there are lots of shops please," Tré drunkenly asked the driver "And step on it I have no time to lose."
The driver to took him around the corner, and when they reached Times Square, the driver pulled in. "That will be $14.50 please," said the driver holding out his grubby hand.
Tré handed him a 20 dollar note. "Keep the change" he said. He got out of the taxi bumping his head on the door again. "Owwww... that hurt, you should really get that fixed" he said to the driver, rubbing his already damaged head.
Tré wandered down the street, still swaying drunkenly. "Wow so many pretty colours!" slurred Tré. He looked at the sign above the Hershey's store and saw that it was most colourful so he wandered inside. There were so many kinds of chocolate. Tré grabbed the nearest bag of kisses and started wandering around the store. After wandering around most of the shop he went to the cash register.
"Just this please... Jenny," said Tré reading the girls name tag. He gave her a big cheesy grin.
"Do you want a bag?" asked Jenny.
"No I want two!" replied Tré.
"Ummm... okay," said Jenny and put his kisses in a bag and then put that bag in another bag.
"Thank you, come again!" said Tré as he staggered out of the shop. "Oh My God!!" yelled Tré pointing down the street. The few people nearest to him turned and looked.
"Toys 'R' Us" he yelled.
He ran down the street, towards his favourite shop in the world. He pushed past lots of people who were heading in the opposite direction. He knocked over a young woman in his hurry to reach the toy shop. Her boyfriend cursed at Tré and helped her up.
"Yay! Toys!" exclaimed Tré reaching the store.
"Oh I want this, and this... .oh and I have to have this!" he said walking around the store and randomly picking items off the shelf.
After he had finished Tré went to a few more shops and then got a taxi back to the hotel. He struggled out of the car, clutching ten or eleven bags. He paid the driver and staggered into the hotel lobby. He saw Mike sitting on one of the couches and rushed over to him. He dropped all his bags and hugged him.
"I love you Mike!" he declared.
"What the fuck Tré?" said Mike pushing him off. "Have you been drinking? Oh my God, you have I can smell it." said Mike sniffing Tré.
"What did you buy?" asked Jason White who was sitting beside Mike. He looked into his bags. "Wow Tré there is a lot of crap in here," he said holding up a pink, toy pony.
"Yeah isn't it great?" cried Tré excitedly.
"Okay Tré, you are coming with me. We have to get you sober," said Mike grabbing Tré's hand and leading him towards the elevator.
"Take him back to his room or something," called Jason.
Mike pushed Tre into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. When the elevator doors opened Mike led Tré to his room. He turned the key in the lock and told Tré to get into the shower.
"But I'm wearing my clothes. Should I take them off?" asked Tré.
"No just get" in said Mike and he pulled him in.
"Oh Mike I have always wanted to do this with you!" moaned Tré.
Mike ignored this remark and leaned across Tré and turned on the shower. Tré yelped and jumped.
"Mike its freezing," he yelled gurgling down a mouthful of water.
"It's supposed to be," replied Mike.
Tré got out of the shower and Mike handed him a towel. Tré dried himself while Mike laid out a pair of dry clothes and left Tré to get changed. After a while of wandering around his room, in the nude, Tré got changed. he looked at his watch and saw it was 7:00PM. He decided to go up to Mary's room. He went into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. He had stopped staggering so he must have sobered up. He went to Mary's room - number fifty eight.
"Do you want to go drinking?" he asked when she opened the door.
"Um... Ok!" she answered.
"I hear the Irish like to drink!" said Tré.
They headed out of the hotel together to find somewhere to go drinking.
it up and shoved it into his back pocket. He found a relatively clean shirt and slipped it on. He left the room and wandered down the hall.
"Hey Tré, are you going down to breakfast?" asked Jason White catching up with him in the hall.
"Yeah sure, whatever," replied Tré absent-mindedly. They both walked down the stairs together. When they got to the lobby, Tré walked quickly towards the bar.
"Um... Tré the breakfast room is this way," said Jason looking confused.
"Not for me it isn't," answered Tre. Tré went into the bar and sat down on a the bar stool. "I can I have a Cheech please?" Tré asked the barman.
Jason came into the bar and sat down beside Tré. "It's kinda early to be drinking, don't you think?" he said. "Is there something going on? Do you want to tell me about it?"
"No, I don't want to talk about it Jason." Tré replied. The barman plonked the glass down in front of Tré. Tré handed him some cash and then took a long gulp of the Cheech.
"Is this about the Billie Joe thing? Because if it is, just tell him you were upset by it and he will probably tell you it was a misunderstanding," said Jason poking for more clues.
"Jason, I said I don't want to talk about it. Now leave me alone. Just let me enjoy my breakfast Cheech." Tre took another swig of his drink and Jason got up off the stool.
"Just don't drink too much Tré," he said leaving the bar.
Tré gulped the rest of his Cheech and put it down on the bar. "Another Cheech please," he called to the barman.
-TWELVE DRINKS LATER-
"Another!" yelled Tré to the barman.
"I think you've had enough" said the barman. "What room are you in? I'll help you back to your room," he said, attempting to help Tré off the bar stool.
"I am not going anywhere," slurred Tré. He fell off the stool. The barman reached down to help him up."You're funny!" Tré giggled to the barman.
"Oh Jesus," muttered the barman.
Tré finally got up and staggered out of the bar, much to the relief of the barman. He wondered about what to do next. "I know!" exclaimed Tré, "I'll go shopping! I love shopping. Everyone says it's even better in New York!"
Tré walked out of the hotel, swaying slightly. He stuck his hand out in the street. A yellow taxi pulled in beside him. Tré climbed in, hitting his head off the
door.
"To ... .a place where there are lots of shops please," Tré drunkenly asked the driver "And step on it I have no time to lose."
The driver to took him around the corner, and when they reached Times Square, the driver pulled in. "That will be $14.50 please," said the driver holding out his grubby hand.
Tré handed him a 20 dollar note. "Keep the change" he said. He got out of the taxi bumping his head on the door again. "Owwww... that hurt, you should really get that fixed" he said to the driver, rubbing his already damaged head.
Tré wandered down the street, still swaying drunkenly. "Wow so many pretty colours!" slurred Tré. He looked at the sign above the Hershey's store and saw that it was most colourful so he wandered inside. There were so many kinds of chocolate. Tré grabbed the nearest bag of kisses and started wandering around the store. After wandering around most of the shop he went to the cash register.
"Just this please... Jenny," said Tré reading the girls name tag. He gave her a big cheesy grin.
"Do you want a bag?" asked Jenny.
"No I want two!" replied Tré.
"Ummm... okay," said Jenny and put his kisses in a bag and then put that bag in another bag.
"Thank you, come again!" said Tré as he staggered out of the shop. "Oh My God!!" yelled Tré pointing down the street. The few people nearest to him turned and looked.
"Toys 'R' Us" he yelled.
He ran down the street, towards his favourite shop in the world. He pushed past lots of people who were heading in the opposite direction. He knocked over a young woman in his hurry to reach the toy shop. Her boyfriend cursed at Tré and helped her up.
"Yay! Toys!" exclaimed Tré reaching the store.
"Oh I want this, and this... .oh and I have to have this!" he said walking around the store and randomly picking items off the shelf.
After he had finished Tré went to a few more shops and then got a taxi back to the hotel. He struggled out of the car, clutching ten or eleven bags. He paid the driver and staggered into the hotel lobby. He saw Mike sitting on one of the couches and rushed over to him. He dropped all his bags and hugged him.
"I love you Mike!" he declared.
"What the fuck Tré?" said Mike pushing him off. "Have you been drinking? Oh my God, you have I can smell it." said Mike sniffing Tré.
"What did you buy?" asked Jason White who was sitting beside Mike. He looked into his bags. "Wow Tré there is a lot of crap in here," he said holding up a pink, toy pony.
"Yeah isn't it great?" cried Tré excitedly.
"Okay Tré, you are coming with me. We have to get you sober," said Mike grabbing Tré's hand and leading him towards the elevator.
"Take him back to his room or something," called Jason.
Mike pushed Tre into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. When the elevator doors opened Mike led Tré to his room. He turned the key in the lock and told Tré to get into the shower.
"But I'm wearing my clothes. Should I take them off?" asked Tré.
"No just get" in said Mike and he pulled him in.
"Oh Mike I have always wanted to do this with you!" moaned Tré.
Mike ignored this remark and leaned across Tré and turned on the shower. Tré yelped and jumped.
"Mike its freezing," he yelled gurgling down a mouthful of water.
"It's supposed to be," replied Mike.
Tré got out of the shower and Mike handed him a towel. Tré dried himself while Mike laid out a pair of dry clothes and left Tré to get changed. After a while of wandering around his room, in the nude, Tré got changed. he looked at his watch and saw it was 7:00PM. He decided to go up to Mary's room. He went into the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. He had stopped staggering so he must have sobered up. He went to Mary's room - number fifty eight.
"Do you want to go drinking?" he asked when she opened the door.
"Um... Ok!" she answered.
"I hear the Irish like to drink!" said Tré.
They headed out of the hotel together to find somewhere to go drinking.
