Billie woke up in a dark room. He couldn't remember much, other than Tré trying to reach for his file. Then he realized. Jimmy nearly was all the out. He put his head in his hands and released a small scream. Did he hurt Tré? Wait, why was he worried about an angel? A cute angel, but nonetheless an angel.
He decided to get Tré off his mind and work on his mission. He got up and looked at his folder. It had all the basic information. He left the room, to go meet this Mike guy.
The first place he checked was a bar. The dude was said to be an alcoholic, and Billie could use some modern beer. He saw the blonde hair already talking to someone. When he finally saw the other person, he realized that it was none other than the angel, Tré. Billie quickly devised a plan to get close to Mike immediately.
Billie carefully stepped behind Tré, wrapping his arms around Tré's neck. Tré jumped in his arms and turned around. Billie smirked at Tré, before pulling a chair over.
"Hey, dude, who's this?" Billie asked making a head gesture towards Mike.
"Just because we are sharing a room doesn't mean you get to be buddy-buddy with me, Billie, by the way, this is Mike, so go away now," Tré said, looking at Billie. Billie growled a little and rested his head on Tré's shoulder.
"Y'know that I'm sorry what happened in the hotel, I'll explain it later."
Finally, Mike spoke up.
"Are you two dating or something?" Mike asked, looking more at Tré.
"What? No! He is just a friend, trust me, if we were dating he might get jealous of you even talking to me." Tré said. Billie smirked a little, sticking his face back into the crook of Tré's neck, making a purring sound. Tré jumped a little, but relaxed a bit into the sound, keeping a conversation with Mike. Billie frowned at the failed attempt to distract Tré. So, he went to Part B, just talking to Mike.
"Anyways, you all are being boring, how about I go order us all drinks?" Billie said, removing himself from being clingy to Tré.
"That sounds good," Mike said, "I'll take a martini."
"Mkay, and you Tré?" Billie asked looking at Tré dead in the eye.
"Uh, I'll have a water, I...I don't drink beer or vodka," Tré muttered.
"Gotcha, I'll get you Jesus's blood," Billie said, smiling.
"WHAT?!" Tré yelled, clearly alarmed. The three got a few weird looks from drunken strangers, and Mike just put his hand over his face, pretending not to know the two.
"I meant wine, angel," Billie said.
"O-oh, uh, I guess that's fine," Tré said, looking a bit embarrassed. Billie smirked and left to get the drinks. Part B done.
--EN: fuck you billie, that fucking typo? annoyed me. WHYCAN'TYOUJUSTFUCKINGASKMETOEDITFROMTHESTARTBITCH? sorry about that. anYways ignore my hate on the author and show this chapter some wine. I MEANT LOVE BUT I WASN'T FOCUSING WHILE TYPING AND LIKE YO GIVE THIS CHAP SOME WINE. no i wasn't actually hating on billie the author but i was hating on billie the author. it's a job thing, you might be friends with the person you're working with/for but tbh there's always that part of you that hates your boss. anyways, sorry for how this thing is longer than the chapter itself, i'll leave now. ~ rin--
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Daddy's Little Psycho {DISCONTINUED}
Fan-Fiction"You aren't supposed to be up here." "Listen here, pretty boy, I'll go where I wish, when I wish, so, how about you come with me and we can both ditch this place." "Go away."
