Green Day?... Or Adrienne?, chapter 10
"Okay you love birds, dinner's ready," Mike stated, popping his head into the back room.
"Sweet," Billie Joe said, standing and then offering a hand to help his wife up.
Adrienne obliged, taking his hand and pulling herself from the couch.
The two held hands the whole way into the kitchen, breaking apart only when they had to prepare their plates.
"Okay, so I've got some ideas for Adeline clothing," Adrienne started, once everyone got seated around the small circular dinner table.
"Awesome babe. Let's hear 'em," Billie Joe said, cracking open a beer, shaking some foam from his hand and then sucking the rest off his thumb.
"Okay, imagine this," Adrienne said. "A simple pair of white leggings, cut about two inches above the ankle. Now sew on a micro-mini black and white striped skirt, with a cross bone belt buckle," she finished, looking at the guy's faces for approval.
The three men nodded, each stating their own individual approval.
"Okay, and I also have a purse idea," Adrienne added. "Jet black, fishnet strap. Zipper on the top and one side, with 'Adeline Street' printed in bold, capital letters. Maybe white with a red shadow," she reasoned. "Throw in a few rhinestones, and bang."
Billie Joe nodded once more. "And the price on these items are gonna be?" he asked, looking at his wife curiously. He had to admit, they were good ideas, but they needed a price.
Adrienne forked some more of Tre's lasagna into her mouth. "I was thinking twenty dollars for the bottoms, and fifteen or so for the purse," she said thickly.
Mike nodded. "Sounds good Adie. It's gonna attract a lot of fourteen and fifteen year old girls," he stated approvingly.
"Yeah, before we know it, every teenage girl we see's gonna look like Adrienne Armstrong," Tre smirked, standing and gathering up dirty dishes.
"Oh," Adrienne added. "I was thinking we should maybe add a maternity line of clothing, too. Us pregnant women deserve cute punk clothes, too."
Oh, shit.
"Sweet," Billie Joe said, standing and then offering a hand to help his wife up.
Adrienne obliged, taking his hand and pulling herself from the couch.
The two held hands the whole way into the kitchen, breaking apart only when they had to prepare their plates.
"Okay, so I've got some ideas for Adeline clothing," Adrienne started, once everyone got seated around the small circular dinner table.
"Awesome babe. Let's hear 'em," Billie Joe said, cracking open a beer, shaking some foam from his hand and then sucking the rest off his thumb.
"Okay, imagine this," Adrienne said. "A simple pair of white leggings, cut about two inches above the ankle. Now sew on a micro-mini black and white striped skirt, with a cross bone belt buckle," she finished, looking at the guy's faces for approval.
The three men nodded, each stating their own individual approval.
"Okay, and I also have a purse idea," Adrienne added. "Jet black, fishnet strap. Zipper on the top and one side, with 'Adeline Street' printed in bold, capital letters. Maybe white with a red shadow," she reasoned. "Throw in a few rhinestones, and bang."
Billie Joe nodded once more. "And the price on these items are gonna be?" he asked, looking at his wife curiously. He had to admit, they were good ideas, but they needed a price.
Adrienne forked some more of Tre's lasagna into her mouth. "I was thinking twenty dollars for the bottoms, and fifteen or so for the purse," she said thickly.
Mike nodded. "Sounds good Adie. It's gonna attract a lot of fourteen and fifteen year old girls," he stated approvingly.
"Yeah, before we know it, every teenage girl we see's gonna look like Adrienne Armstrong," Tre smirked, standing and gathering up dirty dishes.
"Oh," Adrienne added. "I was thinking we should maybe add a maternity line of clothing, too. Us pregnant women deserve cute punk clothes, too."
Oh, shit.
