A Vacation Never To Be Forgotten!, chapter 2
I walked up to the bar and I looked round the stools, chairs and tables. I then heard someone ask me if I would like anything to eat or drink, I turned and found a tall blonde haired man behind the bar waiting for my reply.
"Ermm... can I have an orange juice please?" I asked politely.
"Yeah sure, be right back with it for ya." The man replied. He returned with what looked like a pint glass full of some weird concoction. I was about to tell him that's not what I ordered but he then turned to a guy sitting next to me. "That's a silver tequila, tonic water and lemon juice right?" The bartender asked. "Yeah, thanks but god, put it on your cocktail list its call the 'Cheech.'" The hatted man with sunglasses on blurted out. God damnit I swear that is some familiar name for a cocktail, I thought to myself. I couldn't help it I had to ask...
"Excuse me... sorry for interrupting, but y'know the drink you just ordered, the "Cheech" isn't it? Ermm where exactly did you find that out?" I shyly asked. And with my sentence the bartender plonked my drink it front of me and I took a swig.
The man turned to look at me a slid he sunglasses down his nose so he could look at me. "Well, little lady, my friend came up with it on one of his drinking binges he does regularly."
I had to admit the way he said 'little lady' was intimidating me! But I had to carry on the conversation. "Oh, not saying your friend is a copy writer but I got the impression that Tre Cool made that drink up? Unless your friend is the one and only Tre Cool which I highly doubt!" I questioned with a uncertain tone in my voice.
"What would you say if I said I was a VERY close friend of the one and only Tre Cool?" The mysterious man said as a grin crossed his face.
"Ermm... well I don't actually know... " I answered with a puzzled expression. The man who I thought was a total stranger slid his glasses totally off to reveal eyes I have seen so many time before. I got lost for a moment thinking of who it could be... I shook it off and as he continued to stare at me with his deep blue eyes. He began to be impatient... "Oh come on if you know what drink Tre made up you must be able to recognise me a little bit!" He whispered.
"I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about." I downed the rest of my drink and turned to leave but the man got me by the arm. He took of his hat to reveal brown muffed up hair. OH MY GOD! IT'S MIKE DIRNT! I am soooo slow some times! I couldn't help but laugh to myself!
"What you laughing at!? What am I not famous enough for ya? Do you still not recognise me?" Mike muttered.
"No no! It's just I was laughing about how slow I was to get who you were. I mean I have liked you since... " My voice began to trail off in embarrassment and I could feel my face getting hotter.
"Ooo really! Haha that's cute!" Mike replied comfortingly.
"I guess. Well yeah I have to go but I'm coming to your show tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing you! Me and my friend came from England to see you guys."
"Oh wow, I have finally met a fan that's not a teenie. Well kind of. You know I'm really glad you're coming to our show tonight because I would love to see you again. In fact what is your name? I didn't catch it and I would love to give it to our security so you can come back stage.'' Mike casually replied to my statement
I felt my head start spinning. Could it really true that Mike Dirnt was here in a random bar in California asking possibly the ugliest girl (dude I need to get some self esteem) that he wants to see her again after the gig tonight. So I said, "Are y-you sure? I m-mean, yeah okay. My name's Rachel Campbell."
"Aw Rachel, such a pretty name for such a pretty girl. Okay so I'll let you go and I will see you tonight backstage after the show." Mike was being kind and complimented me, but all I could do was stand there and stammer and blush violently. I mumbled goodbye and walked away with mixed emotions of happiness of meeting Mike and embarrassment of just standing there mumbling and blushing.
I walked away and didn't look back. I knew I would do something stupid like trip on a step on the way out. Gosh I'm such a geek.
"Ermm... can I have an orange juice please?" I asked politely.
"Yeah sure, be right back with it for ya." The man replied. He returned with what looked like a pint glass full of some weird concoction. I was about to tell him that's not what I ordered but he then turned to a guy sitting next to me. "That's a silver tequila, tonic water and lemon juice right?" The bartender asked. "Yeah, thanks but god, put it on your cocktail list its call the 'Cheech.'" The hatted man with sunglasses on blurted out. God damnit I swear that is some familiar name for a cocktail, I thought to myself. I couldn't help it I had to ask...
"Excuse me... sorry for interrupting, but y'know the drink you just ordered, the "Cheech" isn't it? Ermm where exactly did you find that out?" I shyly asked. And with my sentence the bartender plonked my drink it front of me and I took a swig.
The man turned to look at me a slid he sunglasses down his nose so he could look at me. "Well, little lady, my friend came up with it on one of his drinking binges he does regularly."
I had to admit the way he said 'little lady' was intimidating me! But I had to carry on the conversation. "Oh, not saying your friend is a copy writer but I got the impression that Tre Cool made that drink up? Unless your friend is the one and only Tre Cool which I highly doubt!" I questioned with a uncertain tone in my voice.
"What would you say if I said I was a VERY close friend of the one and only Tre Cool?" The mysterious man said as a grin crossed his face.
"Ermm... well I don't actually know... " I answered with a puzzled expression. The man who I thought was a total stranger slid his glasses totally off to reveal eyes I have seen so many time before. I got lost for a moment thinking of who it could be... I shook it off and as he continued to stare at me with his deep blue eyes. He began to be impatient... "Oh come on if you know what drink Tre made up you must be able to recognise me a little bit!" He whispered.
"I'm sorry but I don't know what you're talking about." I downed the rest of my drink and turned to leave but the man got me by the arm. He took of his hat to reveal brown muffed up hair. OH MY GOD! IT'S MIKE DIRNT! I am soooo slow some times! I couldn't help but laugh to myself!
"What you laughing at!? What am I not famous enough for ya? Do you still not recognise me?" Mike muttered.
"No no! It's just I was laughing about how slow I was to get who you were. I mean I have liked you since... " My voice began to trail off in embarrassment and I could feel my face getting hotter.
"Ooo really! Haha that's cute!" Mike replied comfortingly.
"I guess. Well yeah I have to go but I'm coming to your show tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing you! Me and my friend came from England to see you guys."
"Oh wow, I have finally met a fan that's not a teenie. Well kind of. You know I'm really glad you're coming to our show tonight because I would love to see you again. In fact what is your name? I didn't catch it and I would love to give it to our security so you can come back stage.'' Mike casually replied to my statement
I felt my head start spinning. Could it really true that Mike Dirnt was here in a random bar in California asking possibly the ugliest girl (dude I need to get some self esteem) that he wants to see her again after the gig tonight. So I said, "Are y-you sure? I m-mean, yeah okay. My name's Rachel Campbell."
"Aw Rachel, such a pretty name for such a pretty girl. Okay so I'll let you go and I will see you tonight backstage after the show." Mike was being kind and complimented me, but all I could do was stand there and stammer and blush violently. I mumbled goodbye and walked away with mixed emotions of happiness of meeting Mike and embarrassment of just standing there mumbling and blushing.
I walked away and didn't look back. I knew I would do something stupid like trip on a step on the way out. Gosh I'm such a geek.
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