Hell's Angel, chapter 4
"FUCKING CAR, WHERE THE FUCK AM I?" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
"You're in California, smart one," the navigation said back.
I groaned.
"Jesus, I don't have time for this. I need to get to that party," I said.
You might think it's odd for Jesus Christ to be best friends with a Hell's Angel, but he was the only one who knew about my past, and was in the middle of some court proceedings to put Satan on trial and free me. It pays to be best friends with him.
"Well honey, I just came to update you. The trial is in two weeks," Jesus said.
I hit the brakes from shock and luckily, since we were in a deserted street, no one was there, otherwise, there would have been a nasty accident involving a car with no driver and a car with. Odd eh?
"Surprised?" he said.
"Two weeks... two freaking weeks," I said to myself.
"Yes Adriana, two weeks, and you typed in the wrong address," Jesus said impatiently and touched the screen. A new address showed up, a mile west from where I was.
"Later hon, hope it goes well with Mr. Mike Dirnt," he said with air-quotations.
"Oh shut up," I muttered, while he laughed and disappeared.
I let the car do its thing, because Jesus was oh-so-nice and put automatic driving. I was sitting back and snoozing when the car stopped. I opened my eyes blearily to find a house the size of 3 houses with loud music coming from it.
"Holy shit," I muttered and got out of the car.
The door was open, so I walked right in and started looking for Mike.
"Mike?" I said and tapped a person on the shoulder.
He turned around.
"Mike's over there hon," he muttered.
I turned around and walked to 'there'. Fortunately, Mike was drinking and playing strip poker. He was down to his boxers, while Adrienne and Billie Joe were... naked and getting it on.
"Mike? Umm... remember me?" I said meekly.
"Adriana? Hey, you found it!" He slurred.
"Not hard to find," I said and sat next to him.
"Come on, you have to play," Mike said and motioned to the poker table.
"Ehh... " I said.
"For me?" Mike pleaded.
"Fine," I said.
***
2 hours later, I was drunk, naked and incredibly horny. Coincidentally, so was Mike.
"Mike..." I said breathlessly while kissing his neck.
"Oh yeah..." he muttered.
"You have a spare bedroom?" I said.
"Let's go now," he said.
And... we got it on.
"You're in California, smart one," the navigation said back.
I groaned.
"Jesus, I don't have time for this. I need to get to that party," I said.
You might think it's odd for Jesus Christ to be best friends with a Hell's Angel, but he was the only one who knew about my past, and was in the middle of some court proceedings to put Satan on trial and free me. It pays to be best friends with him.
"Well honey, I just came to update you. The trial is in two weeks," Jesus said.
I hit the brakes from shock and luckily, since we were in a deserted street, no one was there, otherwise, there would have been a nasty accident involving a car with no driver and a car with. Odd eh?
"Surprised?" he said.
"Two weeks... two freaking weeks," I said to myself.
"Yes Adriana, two weeks, and you typed in the wrong address," Jesus said impatiently and touched the screen. A new address showed up, a mile west from where I was.
"Later hon, hope it goes well with Mr. Mike Dirnt," he said with air-quotations.
"Oh shut up," I muttered, while he laughed and disappeared.
I let the car do its thing, because Jesus was oh-so-nice and put automatic driving. I was sitting back and snoozing when the car stopped. I opened my eyes blearily to find a house the size of 3 houses with loud music coming from it.
"Holy shit," I muttered and got out of the car.
The door was open, so I walked right in and started looking for Mike.
"Mike?" I said and tapped a person on the shoulder.
He turned around.
"Mike's over there hon," he muttered.
I turned around and walked to 'there'. Fortunately, Mike was drinking and playing strip poker. He was down to his boxers, while Adrienne and Billie Joe were... naked and getting it on.
"Mike? Umm... remember me?" I said meekly.
"Adriana? Hey, you found it!" He slurred.
"Not hard to find," I said and sat next to him.
"Come on, you have to play," Mike said and motioned to the poker table.
"Ehh... " I said.
"For me?" Mike pleaded.
"Fine," I said.
***
2 hours later, I was drunk, naked and incredibly horny. Coincidentally, so was Mike.
"Mike..." I said breathlessly while kissing his neck.
"Oh yeah..." he muttered.
"You have a spare bedroom?" I said.
"Let's go now," he said.
And... we got it on.
