Don't Blame Me for Being Me

Chapter 12
I’ve really been on a bender. And it shows.( I should stop but I just can’t)
“Do you like to be here, guys?” I asked them.
“I like to be anywhere with Dasha”, Ryan replied.
“I agree with Ry”, Brendon added.
“What? I misunderstood something?” I asked him.
“I meant I like to be with you. Anywhere”, he explained.
“Okay, okay, let’s drink, people!” Spence suggested.
“Yeah!” Dasha yelled and grabbed her glass. “To your coming, boys!”
“To your welcome acceptation, girls”, Brendon said.
All of us clinked glasses with each other and drank. Boys snacked, Dasha and me began filling our stomach till 7 p.m. Our slim bodies…
“Do you like belarusian snowy village?”, I asked boys.
“Yeah, it’s amazing. But I love Chicago”, Jon replied eating.
“I do too”, Dasha said about Chicago.
“In my view, you haven’t been there”, I noticed.
“Yeah, but it’s a cool city”, she replied.
“Woman’s logic”, Ryan said.
“Have something against?” I asked smiling.
“No, no, relax”, he laughed.
“let’s drink!” Bren and Spence got bored.
“it’s early, guys”, Dasha said and noticed I held my glass near my mouth. “Stand the glass back, Ira”, she added. “it’s better to eat at first”.
Dishes were mostly of belarusian cuisine. Dasha and me did our best for that dinner, actually. Everything was tasty. So boys were eating our national food and they liked it.
“Ok, when will we go to skate again?” Jon asked laughing.
“I hope never”, Spence said.
“Why, Spencie? You made some progress then”, I said giggling.
“No, girl, I won’t let you torture us once again”, Brendon said.
“Haha. You, guys, were skating sooo funny”, Dasha chuckled.
“Not everybody. Ira and me showed all of you our excellent skills. Am I right?” Jon turned to me.
“Sure!”, I extended to him my hand with the glass as a sign of respect.
“I tried. I tried to skate”, Brendon countered.
“I know. Everybody there knew it”, I said smiling.
“Of course, my girl established herself better than all of us. Fence was comfortable, yeah?” Ryan asked Dasha.
“Don’t lay a hand on my fence”, she laughed.
“I see it’s time to drink”, Spence said.
“Who will say a toast?” Dasha asked.
“I wanna”, Brendon got up. “I wanna say I’m glad to be here. Thanks, girls. You’re amazing. And this place is amazing. To this spot!” he said.
The other shots were drunk.
“It’s good you’d came. I forgot whose idea it was”, I said.
“Actually, I’d thought about it when I’d found the address. It was very detailed instruction-“, Brendon explained.
“Yeah, I’d made it for a friend”, I admitted.
“Yeah, the instruction how to go from airport in LA to Minsk and even to this place. And I said my idea to Ryan when we were in tour. He was thinking of something like it too, as I found out”, he continued.
“Where did you find it?” I asked.
“On your table,” Brendon said.
“Bren, you can’t imagine how much you’re lucky. You can be with your girl in her room, you can sleep with her at her bed… Dasha has never showed her room”, Ross complained jokingly.
We laughed.
“So what? What do you wanna find there? What do you forget in my room? We have a good time outta there”, Dasha said to him.
“And, Ryan, look. Brendon not just has a right to do all of you said, he just does it”, I said.
“Surrounding is not important”, Dasha said.
“Let’s drink, people. I have a toast”, Jon got up. “To you, girls!”
“The third toast must be to love or to those who are in sea”, Dasha said. It’s true. She and me drink only such a way.
“It’s our tradition”, I added.
“You, Dasha, and Spence have already not the third toast, so don’t interrupt me”, Jon said. “I wanna drink to girls which adorn our lifes with their beauty, kindness and faith, tender and love and-“
“Jon, I love you but let’s drink”, I said smiling and clinked my glass with Bren and then with others.
“You’re expert at girls’ field, Walker?” Dasha asked him.
“Sure”, Jon replied snacking. “I can tell and show you, guys, everything you wanna know”.
“I think we don’t need to listen to your fairytales. I know enough, it’s exactly”, Bren said.
“You think so? So why is Ira smiling?” he said. And I wanna say that I wasn’t smiling. I was trying to hide a laugh. So I quietly giggling covering my mouth by my hand. ”May be you need some lessons from Mr. Walker?” Jon added. “Think about it”, he advised.
We laughed.
“If there’s nobody to listen to you, Jon, tell me”, Dasha said. “I’m ready. Your fairytales about girls are interesting, I’m sure”.
“Heard anything?” I smiled.
“People talked”, she laughed.
“Girls, especially you, are not the right people for Jon’s stories”, Ryan said to Dasha.
“Okay, daddy. Forget”, she replied.
“I see you, boys, like to eat. But may be we really will drink? I didn’t make you to drink before. But I think some of us just let our company down. So,” I got up. “Please, pour the full glasses and drink down. To the last drop”, I said and handed the glass to Bren.
“it’s not that I don’t trust you, but I don’t trust this kind of drink”, Ross said.
“don’t fear, Ross. It will be nothing to you. Boys, perform our ask”, Dasha said.
“the first of you will get a kiss”, we announced.
We didn’t notice before how much they wanted this. Bren knocked back his glass fastly and I was waiting for him with some snack and being ready to thrust it into his mouth. Dasha was surprised how fast Ross agreed to drink. She was looking at him and then at Spence. Jon was completely independent and he was drinking just for his own pleasure. So everybody was good and got kisses.
Then we all drank to a good spending this evening and night.
“Let’s go to the yard. “to jump into snowdrifts, to lie about in snow, to have a snow fight, to thrust snow under clothes. How’s the idea”, I suggested and looked at them.
“Uh?Where?Why?” Dasha and Spence asked worrying.
“For what?” Ryan asked lying on the couch.
“To have a great fun! When else you’ll see so much snow? Let’s go people!” I was going on suggesting.
“I just began drinking!” Jon complained.
“You’ll have time later”, I replied. “Bren, and you?”
“After the kiss I’ll go anywhere”, he got up fastly and fastly was happened to be almost in a doorway.
We laughed.
“Who goes with me is a hero, who stays is a mangy pig!” I yelled and ran after Bren.
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It was a splendid time at the yard! We all went and we all were heroes. Bren was throwing me into snow an endless number of times. To end I ceased to getting out of another snowdrift. Dasha was running around somewhere trying to scamper away from Spence. When I was thrown into a snow again, Jon tried to “strangle” me by my scarf. Spence was thrusting a snow into the collar of Dasha’s anorak. She was squealing beating off Spence. Then she and Ryan were just lying about in snow. What’s about Jon and me? He was sitting on top of me and straining my scarf into different sides. The I was successful by flipping us over. So I was on top of him and I began throwing a snow at him, at his face. He was laughing and, of course, the snow was getting into his mouth very often. I wasn’t giving Jon even a chance to pay back me. He was completely in a snow and shaking his head trying to flick off the snow. Then somebody began throwing snowballs to my back. I turned and saw Spence who was free after Ryan took his own girl from Spence. Sure, I made some snowballs and threw it back to him and some of them to Bren who was around. Jon was still under me. While I was doing that he wiped his face from the snow and eventually saw a blue sky of Belarus. But I think it didn’t impress him=P because one second later he thrusted my head into a snow. I heard the laugh of my bf. Actually, of all of them. I jerked up at my knees fastly and began spitting out the snow that got into my mouth. Spence was like “How could you do this to her, Jon?” pretending he was my best defense. And I was about to agree to that after seeing my boyfriend was laughing hard at my snowy face. So Spence and Jon began a funny fight. I laughed and crawled a little far from them. Then somebody just fell on me throwing me down to snow. Three cheers for my boyfriend! I laughed.
“Where you was while Jon was thrusting me into a snow?!” I shouted but I was unserious.
He laughed lying next to me and put his arm under my head. But I sat on top of him and shoved some snow under his clothes. He opened his mouth widely feeling a cold on a bare stomach.
“Get it?” I said smiling with a mischief and got up fastly fearing his payback.
“Oh, fuck!” he yelled getting up and shaking out the snow. “Be ready, girl”, he added.
And we began running around the whole yard and shouting. I noticed Ryan was involved into boys’ fight and Dasha was laughing at them. Then Bren eventually made me fall. I fell on my stomach, he laid on me.
“Spence! Help me!” I began yelling and beating off Bren.
Spence crawled out of a pile of the boys and he was going to help me. I saw Jon began dragging Dasha along keeping her hands. Ryan was lying and laughing with no power to get up. So Spence pushed Bren away and I was free. I crawled away and sat near Ryan. We were laughing at the rest of guys until Dasha and Jon began throwing snowballs at us. So we all had an amazing snow fight. Then Spence, Jon and me had a fight with icicles which we broke off from a roof. So it was like episode from Star Wars. Dasha, Ross and Bren were still staying in a snow. After an hour we finally got tired and went to the house.
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It was only 6 p.m. when we sat at the table again. Bren poured our glasses. Spence said a toast to Belarus and to belarusian snow and went on drinking with Dasha. So after some toasts nobody counted what glass he poured to himself, especially me. Of course, nobody mixed all of the drinks that were standing on the table. Dasha and Spence did a killing mix of beer and vodka (so called “yorsh” in Belarus and Russia). So they were drinking it. The main thing in it is to know how right to make it. Dasha knows.
Walker made some attempts to talk to Bren and me about some serious things, but he failed. ‘cause Bren laughed every time when Jon said something with a serious tone. I was laughing too and Jon fell in silence and began eating.
Somewhere about 9 p.m. I understood I began forgetting English. ‘cause when Ryan and Bren were talking I was completely dumb and really didn’t understand what they were speaking about. I looked at Dasha and Spence. They turned to international language that was known only to them. Jon was about to fall asleep but he was asking me constantly “Are there nice girls in the village?” I promised I would invite all of them tomorrow. He beamed with a joy and was about to fall asleep happily.
After some time I got up abruptly throwing down some glasses and spoons at the floor.
“Let’s dance, people!” I yelled.
“You threw down spones”, Bren stated.
I was getting through him and his endless and omnipresent (how I was thinking then) legs to TV and then crashed on his lap. He laughed.
“Don’t be afraid of spoon, be afraid of a fork. One hit will cause four holes”, I managed to say turning to him. “It has rhyme into Russian”, I added.
Suddenly Jon woke up and laughed. I shrugged off, walked to TV, and switch some CD of various club tracks. Dasha and Spence rapidly jerked up and began dancing together. The song was “gimme more” of Britney. I came up to them for dancing. Dasha and me began using Spence like a pole for striptease. It was sooo cute and funny. We took off Spence’s sweater acting sexy. I sat on my knees and began unbuckling the belt of his pants stroking Spence’s hips and ass. Dasha was dancing around. I turned to our audience and gave Bren a devilish glance pulling out Spence’s belt. Walker was applauding, Bren and Ryan were smiling widely and sitting dumb. I got up and danced a little near Spence. Oh, he looked very excited and was embracing us in a dirty way. He was happy, yeah. Then I began walking to the rest of boys inviting them to dance. Dasha kept dancing with Spence. I walked towards Jon who already got up and pulled him to our dance floor waving my hand to Bren. He got up in a sign of protest but Jon and me didn’t pay attention. In the beginning of our hot dance the song ended. Bren pretended he was glad of it very much. Ross began claiming he wanted to dance. We, dancers, laughed and I choose the next song, “Ayo Technology”.
“I love Timbaland!” Dasha yelled and went on twisting around amazed Spence, the pole. I made a little hot dance with Jon and then came up to Ryan inviting him to take part in common merriment.
“Bren, don’t take offence. I’m for awhile”, he said. What a gentleman! :)
“I don’t get it. When my turn will be?” Bren asked.
Ryan and me laughed and began dancing. Ross was very comfortable pole. Dasha got tired and crashed on the couch. She called Ryan to herself. I let him go and pulled Bren to me to dance with “Lovestoned” by Justin Timberlake. Bren was eventually happy. I was eventually dancing with him. While we were dancing Spence was walking around the room seeking his clothes and Jon was making fun of him.
“I wanna sleep, Ir!” Dasha yelled through the room.
“Sleep!” I replied putting my arms around Bren.
“Where?” she asked me.
“I planned you’d sleep here!”
“As you can see all of you are dancing and apparently you don’t wanna sleep”, she complained.
“So go in another bedroom. Where’s a problem?” I said and waved my hand to direction of the bedroom.
“OK,” she got up drinking down rests of drinks from some glasses. Ryan pulled her away and led her to that room.
I sat on a chair and filled my glass. Walker immediately run up and made a company to me.
“Bren, hun, switch on your laptop for me. I wanna play Postal 2”, I asked him slurring.
“Are you crazy?” he was surprised.
“No, why? I’m serious. I wanna kill some people or animals”, I said staggering in the chair. “Lemme shoot!” I yelled.
Boys burst laughing.
“What’s it for you now?” he asked smirking and sipping some drink.
“I need”, I replied. “Spence, are you okay? May be let’s go for a fresh air?” I asked him ‘cause he really looked bad. I think he was about to puke.
“Probably you’re right”, he muttered getting up.
“Don’t speak! Let’s go outside, hurry up”, I walked towards him and helped him to get out from the chair.
“I’ll help,” Bren said.
“No, we don’t need”, I carefully pulled Spence to the exit.
I must confess he was going himself just rolling a little. But I was sure he felt as bad as he never did.
“Fucking yorsh”, he was mumbling all the way.
When I opened the door leading Spence to the outside he seized a handrail and breathed in a fresh air looking at starry sky.
“You’re okay? You feel better? C’mon, go down. I don’t wanna you to throw up at my porch”, I said and pulled him.
So I think he followed me very fastly and not carefully. He crashed me and we fell on the ground. Thanks, God it’s winter and we fell into a big snowdrift. Spence laughed. I didn’t ‘cause I felt a pain and I was afraid I would be puked by him.
“Fuck you, Spence!” I yelled. “My ass is hurt now!”
He burst out laughing hugging me in a snowdrift.
“I see you feel better, dude”, I said.
“Yeaaah”, he said and lied on his back with his arms spread.
“You think they’ll find us soon?” I asked him ‘cause I didn’t feel any power to get up and get him up.
“Relax”, he replied and began rolling me in the snow.
I beat off him and after some unlucky efforts I got up. Spence was lying about and was completely against to go home. For some time I was trying to make him get up, but then I got tired of that pointless action and began just insulting him into American and Russian language ordering to get up. Then I walked to the door of the house and called in a doorbell for boys’ help. They could carry Spence into the house and even flicked off a snow from his clothes before. They laid him on the couch.
“The end”, I said. “It’s the end”, I said standing in a doorway of the living room.
Bren came up to me and brushed off a snow from my sweater. It was wet. I took it off and went to lock the door. Then I returned in the lounge, turned off TV and crashed on a chair.
“What’s about the game?” Jon asked.
“What game?” I asked.
“Postal or how it’s called”, Walker said.
“Spence was an incredible game”, I replied ironically. “I’ll play Postal tomorrow”.
“I have a toast!” Jon announced.
“What?” we asked lively. By the way Spence was sleeping I think.
“To good tomorrow!”
We clinked our glasses with each other and drank whatever was in them.
“I think, Bren, we need to go to the bed”, I said.
“Fuck you, guys. Let’s drink. Why did you turn off the music?” Jon said with a discontent voice.
“No, Jon. We need to go to the bed”, Bren got up.
He and me were about in a doorway when we saw Spence abruptly sat on the couch and stared at us in silence. We stared at him waiting for his words.
“You’re okay, Spence?” Bren asked.
“What?” he asked.
“Are you okay?!” we all repeated.
“Sure. Let’s dance, people!” he yelled.
We laughed at him. Then Bren and me went out of here and got into our bedroom. He lied on a bed.
“It’s wider than your one in LA’s house”, he stated.
“And by what part of your body you defined this?” I asked.
He laughed and called me to himself. We weren’t going to sleep. We understood that entering the room. We were kissing and rolling over the bed. Then I had one idea. And I needed some encouragement for that. I got up with some Bren’s help and words “wait a minute” and made my unsteady way to the lounge. Jon met me with a joyful yells as if I’d been absent for two years. I laughed and took a bottle with some drink, wine, I think. I took it and went away in silence. I came back to Bren.
“What’s it for?” he asked.
“Do you wanna see a drunken strip show?” I laughed.
He made a look with a great desire. I shut the door tightly and came up to the bed making some sips of the wine from the bottle.
“I can sing”, he suggested.
“All that I have is all that you give me”, I made a lame attempt to sing.
We laughed. So we began making out when we heard a knock in the door and drunken laugh of two jerks – Spence and Jon.
“Fuck off!” Bren yelled.
“Ira, where we’ll sleep?” Jon asked. But we also heard Spence giggling and asking “what are you two doing there?”
“Sleep where you want, dude!” Bren replied.
“On the couch. Move the table a little bit and sleep on the couch,” I said to them remembering that their room was occupied by Dasha and Ryan.
They laughed and began yelling “Bren, c’mon, you’re the best” or “we believe in you, Bren” or “we’ll cheer you, guys”
“Fuck off, fucking cheerleaders!” Bren and me yelled almost together.
After some time we eventually heard a hush as a response.
“They went?” I asked falling on Bren.
“Yeah. Let’s go on”, he replied flipping us over…