Drink life away..., chapter 1
Billie Joe was laughing drunkenly at some random line on the TV. He'd been home alone all day, drinking away. Its not like he had anything better to do anyway. Everytime he tried to play his guitar he either stumbled ontop of it, almost snaping it in half or was a good 7 frets of the right cord making the music (if that's what you call a whole lot of randomised sounds coming out of an amp) sound, well, shit...
He got up and moved towards the window, opening it and nearly falling out of it in the prosess. Billie let the cool night air touch his face. He heaved a sigh and looked down the road to the tempating club. The lights flickered on the windows casting a light glow around the whole building. He smiled drunkenly, Ah fuck it, he thought. Its Friday night, I deserve a break... although; to Billie every night was a Friday night. A night for partying, getting drunk, getting high, sex, and getting completely wasted that you can't move an inch of your body without a groan escaping your lips. But, that was how he liked it, he loved the hangovers too, knowing that the alcohol actually had an effect on him made him feel... well, comforted.
He moved back from the window, being careful not to almost topple out again, he closed it and snatched a few things from the table, then headed to the door, stumbling over the normally-unable-to-stumble-over rug.
Billie Joe was walking in the middle of the road with his eyes fixed dreamily on the pub. He smiled sluggishly when he opened the door to the pub. The thick air warfted around him, the music pounded the floor and flooded through his head. He moved towards the bar, where bottles covered the whole back wall making the different bottle colours reflect the light all over the room.
He leaned onto the counter and ordered a beer, then stumbled over to the couch in the corner nect to the door, slumping down onto it with more force than needed.
He sighed again, looking around the hazy room. There was some fat punk biker in the corner who, tonight, billie couldn't be bothered to bother... there was a group of guys on one side of the bar, by the look of it taking shots... on the other side of the bar there was a group of stutty girls, whispering exitedly to each other and not taking even an eye of the group of guys... Billie sighed... typical, not even a single decent punk girl in the room. Theres either sluts, tryhards, punks that look like they're gonna beat the shit out of you if you even take one step towards them, then there was the goodie goodies, who had probably been studying some usless subject all day...
He got up and moved towards the window, opening it and nearly falling out of it in the prosess. Billie let the cool night air touch his face. He heaved a sigh and looked down the road to the tempating club. The lights flickered on the windows casting a light glow around the whole building. He smiled drunkenly, Ah fuck it, he thought. Its Friday night, I deserve a break... although; to Billie every night was a Friday night. A night for partying, getting drunk, getting high, sex, and getting completely wasted that you can't move an inch of your body without a groan escaping your lips. But, that was how he liked it, he loved the hangovers too, knowing that the alcohol actually had an effect on him made him feel... well, comforted.
He moved back from the window, being careful not to almost topple out again, he closed it and snatched a few things from the table, then headed to the door, stumbling over the normally-unable-to-stumble-over rug.
Billie Joe was walking in the middle of the road with his eyes fixed dreamily on the pub. He smiled sluggishly when he opened the door to the pub. The thick air warfted around him, the music pounded the floor and flooded through his head. He moved towards the bar, where bottles covered the whole back wall making the different bottle colours reflect the light all over the room.
He leaned onto the counter and ordered a beer, then stumbled over to the couch in the corner nect to the door, slumping down onto it with more force than needed.
He sighed again, looking around the hazy room. There was some fat punk biker in the corner who, tonight, billie couldn't be bothered to bother... there was a group of guys on one side of the bar, by the look of it taking shots... on the other side of the bar there was a group of stutty girls, whispering exitedly to each other and not taking even an eye of the group of guys... Billie sighed... typical, not even a single decent punk girl in the room. Theres either sluts, tryhards, punks that look like they're gonna beat the shit out of you if you even take one step towards them, then there was the goodie goodies, who had probably been studying some usless subject all day...
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