"No problem", chapter 1
It was a dark evening and the bar was almost empty, just four people were sitting and quietly stared into an indefinite spot in front of them. Three of them already knew each other; they were three guys about 30 years old. But then there was a 19 years old girl sitting next to them. She had been there when the three guys came... actually she had been there for hours.
"A Bloody Mary... real bloody." The guy next to the girl said.
The girl leered at the guy for a couple of seconds and then lowered her head and grabbed her glass. She looked deeply in to the transparent drink when the door suddenly flung open.
Everyone turned around to see the tall man. He was wearing a black coat, black hat, black pants and his right hand was leaning on something in his pocket. The girl quickly turned around again and kept starring into her drink. The man in black slowly walked to one of the guys, the black-haired guy in the middle.
"You've money?" he said in a threatening voice.
"Uhm... "
"I SAID DO YOU HAVE MONEY?" the man yelled as he took out his hand of the pocket. He was holding a black gun.
The girl who now was looking judging on the man stood up and walked to him. "Nice gun... C5 J09 right?" she said to the man.
The three guys choked, turned to the girl and the man started to stutter confused. "You... you... how the... " The girl interrupted him and reached out her hand to him "Shayla... Shayla Sangius," she said and smiled to the man. The man didn't take her hand, he just kept starring at here and after a while the girl took her hand back with an even bigger evil smile. "Get out of here," she said, and the man dropped his gun and ran out. The sound of the gun landing on the floor echoed in the bar until it was totally silent. The girl, Shayla, bent down and picked the gun up.
"No problem," she said to the guys before turning her back to them and walking towards the door.
"Hey... wait," The black-haired guy said. Shayla stopped and turned around.
"Yeah..?" she said.
"Uhm.. Thank you.. uhm... " the black-haired guy began. Shayla laughed and walked to them.
"Didn't think you'd just let me walk straight away after saving your ass," she said.
"Right... I'm Billie Joe Armstrong.. this is my friends Mike Dirnt and Tré Cool," He said, still with a confused expression
"Okay... so Mr. Armstrong... uhm.. wait a second. Do I recognize that names?" she asked a bit puzzled.
"Since you're asking, yeah, probably," The guy called Mike said.
"we're kinda the best," Tré proudly said.
"Uhum... ?"
"Oh come on. just ask for the autographs," Tré said, putting his hand down to the pocket searching for a pen.
"uhm... actually I.."
"don't be so shy Shay," Tré said.
"I'm not shy... I just have no idea who you guys are... "
"You what?!" Billie Joe said even more confused.
"God you're self-assured... "
"Hey... welcome to reality kid... " Tré began, but Shayla interrupted him.
"You know I don't really care anyway... I gotta go, I guess I might see you guys later," she said and went away.
"That's weird," said Tré.
"yeah.. we got ditched by a teenager," Mike said.
"You are aware that what you just said sounded pretty perve?" Billie Joe asked.
"Uhm.. right I kinda didn't mean it like that," Mike said.
"You sure didn't Mikey," Tré said in a strange voice.
"very funny... "
"Come on let's go... we've got a gig tomorrow... Should we have invited that Shayla kid?" Billie Joe asked.
"She didn't even want an autograph Billie.. time to realize it... there's a girl who doesn't love us man. Yeah I know it's sad," Tré said.
"Just 'cause she didn't know about us... " said Billie Joe.
"Uhm? That's ridiculous... " Tré began.
"Yeah, really BJ... Do you honestly believe that yourself?" Mike said.
"No," Said Billie Joe simply, but he didn't look that convinced.
"A Bloody Mary... real bloody." The guy next to the girl said.
The girl leered at the guy for a couple of seconds and then lowered her head and grabbed her glass. She looked deeply in to the transparent drink when the door suddenly flung open.
Everyone turned around to see the tall man. He was wearing a black coat, black hat, black pants and his right hand was leaning on something in his pocket. The girl quickly turned around again and kept starring into her drink. The man in black slowly walked to one of the guys, the black-haired guy in the middle.
"You've money?" he said in a threatening voice.
"Uhm... "
"I SAID DO YOU HAVE MONEY?" the man yelled as he took out his hand of the pocket. He was holding a black gun.
The girl who now was looking judging on the man stood up and walked to him. "Nice gun... C5 J09 right?" she said to the man.
The three guys choked, turned to the girl and the man started to stutter confused. "You... you... how the... " The girl interrupted him and reached out her hand to him "Shayla... Shayla Sangius," she said and smiled to the man. The man didn't take her hand, he just kept starring at here and after a while the girl took her hand back with an even bigger evil smile. "Get out of here," she said, and the man dropped his gun and ran out. The sound of the gun landing on the floor echoed in the bar until it was totally silent. The girl, Shayla, bent down and picked the gun up.
"No problem," she said to the guys before turning her back to them and walking towards the door.
"Hey... wait," The black-haired guy said. Shayla stopped and turned around.
"Yeah..?" she said.
"Uhm.. Thank you.. uhm... " the black-haired guy began. Shayla laughed and walked to them.
"Didn't think you'd just let me walk straight away after saving your ass," she said.
"Right... I'm Billie Joe Armstrong.. this is my friends Mike Dirnt and Tré Cool," He said, still with a confused expression
"Okay... so Mr. Armstrong... uhm.. wait a second. Do I recognize that names?" she asked a bit puzzled.
"Since you're asking, yeah, probably," The guy called Mike said.
"we're kinda the best," Tré proudly said.
"Uhum... ?"
"Oh come on. just ask for the autographs," Tré said, putting his hand down to the pocket searching for a pen.
"uhm... actually I.."
"don't be so shy Shay," Tré said.
"I'm not shy... I just have no idea who you guys are... "
"You what?!" Billie Joe said even more confused.
"God you're self-assured... "
"Hey... welcome to reality kid... " Tré began, but Shayla interrupted him.
"You know I don't really care anyway... I gotta go, I guess I might see you guys later," she said and went away.
"That's weird," said Tré.
"yeah.. we got ditched by a teenager," Mike said.
"You are aware that what you just said sounded pretty perve?" Billie Joe asked.
"Uhm.. right I kinda didn't mean it like that," Mike said.
"You sure didn't Mikey," Tré said in a strange voice.
"very funny... "
"Come on let's go... we've got a gig tomorrow... Should we have invited that Shayla kid?" Billie Joe asked.
"She didn't even want an autograph Billie.. time to realize it... there's a girl who doesn't love us man. Yeah I know it's sad," Tré said.
"Just 'cause she didn't know about us... " said Billie Joe.
"Uhm? That's ridiculous... " Tré began.
"Yeah, really BJ... Do you honestly believe that yourself?" Mike said.
"No," Said Billie Joe simply, but he didn't look that convinced.
