Don't Blame Me for Being Me
Don't Blame Me For Being Me
Chapter 31
We’ll show you something you haven't heard yet (So many kids but I only see you And I don't think you notice me)
So, our international company, consisting of 8 people and one body guard, set off to conquer Moscow!
In the airplane our conversations about forthcoming merriment in the capital were spreading around and all the people knew who was going, where to and for whatJ. I think everybody was envying us. I made Joe to have a seat next to me ‘cause I oughtta undertake something to make Joe spend some money on me in Moscow. So what I was doing? I was talking to him, flirting, laughing at his (sometimes, corny and feeble) jokes and touching him “by chance”. I’d never been so nice in my lifeJ. Dasha, Pete and Andy were behind us. Andy’s best way of spending time in a flight is to sleep or to listen to iPod. Dasha and Pete were talking. Pat, Travis and Spence were somewhere ahead. Spence liked to come up for talking.
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We arrived with no problems in very early morning. I felt sleepy a little. So I was going leaning against and being hugged by Joe. We got our luggage and got into two cars of taxi. After an hour we drove to a hotel named Cosmos (Space into English). So then we got our rooms. We all had decided to take three rooms. They were not very high, on 15th floor, may be. So we settled there, left our cases and changed clothes (who wanted). The apartments were not so big deal. The most important part was to see the city. So we went for a walk. At first we had a water trip along Moscow-river. It’s probably the best way to see the majority of sights. Boys were taking photos around and of us on the background of nice sights and banks and just at all of that beauty. We were having a trip for two hours. Nobody felt sick. The trip was jolly and amazing. Then we went to Red Square. It was a real headache for the bodyguardJ. Because we stubbornly didn’t want to go by a crowd. We liked to run into different sides. Joe and me were looking for places to take a photo, Trav was just under impression by what he saw there. Spence, Dasha and Pete were going separate and laughing. Only Pat and Andy were walking intelligently to the bodyguard’s side and looking around. Then we made our way to Arbat. There’s a street with little shops and stalls with different gifts to foreign tourists. Dasha and me didn’t allow boys to buy those foolish souvenirs and promised to make better ones by ourselvesJ. But we called for a café. There’re just the most delicious and awesome pastries and sponge cakes. We bought almost all of their kinds and by some. So we went on our walking and were eating the cakes. It was funny. We were taking photos everywhere and everyhow. There were many amusing and humorous statues and small monuments at Arbat. After it I said we didn’t visit Manezh Square and underground trade store there. So we made our way there. It’s all situated near. When we walked in the store, I led Joe to shoe’s boutiques. He guessed I wanted something from him. He just didn’t know exact sum of that “something”J. Dasha and Pete walked to handbags. Dasha’s a big fan of it. so Pete couldn’t to get rid of her by one purseJ. We said to the rest of guys not to go far away or to meet in that spot we went separate.
So I could persuade Joe to buy me two pairs of awesome heels, which spikes are able to make a hole in floor of any solidityJ. And also he bought me a pair of just nice shoes (it was his choice I approved completely). On our way back I saw in some shop window (probably, Guess?) just chic jeans, just dream jeans. They were asking to be on my ass! Joe saw my eyes, my look, which was directed to those jeans, and pulled out his wallet obediently :D. I rushed at that boutique, tried them on and after 10 minutes those jeans were mine. Being on the wave of happiness I could think about other people. I suggested Joe to purchase something for him. We were passing by men’s shoes so he bought a pair from desperation. But it was superb. Oh, and we purchased slippers for him. I tried to make him to see some shirts but he refused. So Joe and me returned first and began waiting for the rest of guys. I bought (myself :D) some magazine. I’m sick of reading into American :D. so I was just passing pages leaning against sad Joe. Then Pat, Andy, Travis and Spence returned. They had purchases but didn’t spread much about it. After it we saw happy Dasha and Pete who made her happy by buying 5-6 purses for her. According to Dasha’s words the purses chose her, not on the contrary :D. So after all we came out of the store and returned to the hotel. We left our purchases there. Joe even put on his new slippers and was happy wearing them. He was walking in and out of our rooms showing that beauty on his feet :D. but the time didn’t wait and we had to go to the restaurant.
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We drove to a restaurant complex. Administrator met us and led to hose we (exactly i) booked. The complex consists of number small houses with different Slavic styles – haunter, fisherman, archer, guardman and some others. Administrator explained us the rules and details and left us. We got into our house. At first, there was a small hallway and then a hall with tables with food and drinks. there were benches in stead of chairs. Everything was made in Russian style. At walls there were ancient kind of weapons – axes, lances, knives (we had a house of haunter). Boys liked it. Dasha and me suggested to have fishing with axes. Spence wanted to take some axe off the wall.
“oh, it’s nailed up”, he sighed.
“it’s a pity”, Dasha said.
“What did you think? You got into a fairy tale?” I smirked with a wide smile.
“it all looks so tasty!” Travis said glancing at the food and wanted to try some salad.
“hands away!” I yelled. “it’s early yet. At first fishing”, I added calmly.
We walked outside and came close to a lake.
“and by what we’ll be fishing?” Andy asked.
“we can rent needed equipment here. But if you’ve wanted to fish, you might take it with you from America”, I noticed.
“where we’ll find a bait?” Dasha and Spence asked.
“okay, I’ll go for the equipment. Spence, you’re with me”, I said.
We went to the administrator. We paid for three fishing rods and for everything that necessary for good fishing.
So we began fishing. Andy, Dasha and me were doing that. Travis were standing next to me, singing, talking, laughing and obviously bothered my occupation. Dasha and Pete were standing a little far. Trohman and Spence were making serious look and giving “professional” advises. Andy was fishing alone that nobody bother him. That’s why Pat came up to me and Trav. We all frequently yelled asking “how’s your fishing?” or something. After all I fished 3 trouts, Dasha – 2 ones and Andy fished even 5 ones! Then Joe tried to fish but he wasn’t successful. We gave our fish for saving, washed our hands and walked into the house to begin drinking and eating. Dasha made Pete and Pat to have seats next to her. Spence was in her sight too of course. I sat such a way that to see everybody and have an opportunity to come up and clink glasses. So we settled good and put different salads and dishes in our plates. Pete opened first bottle of wine and poured in Dasha’s and my glasses. Trohman extended his hands to a bottle of vodka.
“Good, Joe! Pour it to everybody”, I said.
“Wine to me, please”, Pat demanded.
“and some juice to me”, Andy said.
Dasha and me even jerked up and began yelling: “how you can? We let us down! What a relax with juice? We’re gonna return into America! It’s not a relax! We’re not friends of us! We don’t respect us at all!” we even pretended crying ‘cause of their disrespect :D. Andy and Pat began convincing us they respected us, they’re our friends and agreed finally to drink wine. Pete swore everybody would drink. Dasha and me calmed down only when everybody really had a drink :D.
First toast was to the get-together on Moscow land (my part of the toast), to beautiful girls and beautiful evening which only had its beginning (Pete’s part). So merriment began! We started in 4 p.m. so Dasha and me could eat the whole hag! We asked waiter to bring us the second course. We ate it fastly with a great pleasure keeping drinking. After 8th toast with wine, everybody began drinking vodka. Even Dasha and me, but we did it less. To 7 p.m. we began our disco (the house has TV with DVD and karaoke). Dasha and me had taken many albums. It was Belarusian bands, something from R’n’b to shake asses sexy, and many others. The most of it was alternative and metal. Dances were wild and dirty. Our house was about to be ruined. Between dances we came to the table and drank without any toasts. Remembering old times in Belarus, Spence wanted to crawl under the table. But he only knocked over some bench. And we didn’t move it back. We only picked up Spence and stood him to dance between us. But he was trying to run his hands under Dasha’s and my skirts, pulled them up, laughed hard with no obvious reason, waved his hands and behaved himself obscenely at all :D. we made him sit down on some bench. So he was there clapping his hands. Andy was sitting down at the table, putting his head on his hands and smiling contently at our dances. We tried to pull him to dance but he beat off of us successfully. The rest of us was dancing hard. Tipsy Patrick is something funny :D. He and Trav were jumping with glasses in their hands. So everybody was tipsy as well.
Somewhere in the middle of that evening Dasha, Pete, Trohman and me came up altogether to the table.
“boys, can you drink like hussars?” I asked them.
“how it looks like? much champagne?” Trohman said.
“no. it means to drink from an elbow”, I explained.
“Show us”, Pete demanded.
“you, man, are kidding now, I see. But I’ll try. I can”, I said and poured vodka into my glass.
Then I curved my arm and placed the glass on the bend. After I began carefully moved towards the glass and bringing the glass towards my mouth. The other hand I placed behind my back. Boys watched me with a fear waiting for ending.
“Ira, don’t get wet”, Dasha said.
I made a strange sound ‘cause I already caught the glass by lips and began drinking not moving the hand away. Boys clapped and whistled in a sign of gladness. I drank down and put the glass on the table.
“it’s the way hussars drink!” I said.
Boys rushed to try that way, but they just got wet and admitted that professionalism in such deal can be achieved only with many times of trainings.
As they got wet they took off their hoodies and kept partying in shirts. As a tradition I danced tango. That time was with Patrick. He didn’t let me fall but it was all the same funny and sexy. After he and Dasha set off to seek W.C. I don’t know why they didn’t call me ‘cause I’ve known exactly where it was. They were out for a long time. But they eventually returned singing something into Belarusian. While they were absent I was sitting and hugging with Joe. Also making some song’s sounds. Andy sang along and beat along :D. Spence was lying on the bench. The rest of boys was dancing and eating. When Dasha and Pat returned I thought that he’s very convenient. I mean it’s convenient to walk drunken with him. He keeps all necessary spots for a straight gait – waist, ass and hips. To be honestly it was almost all her spots he could reach because of his height :D. I got up, danced a little and wanted to go to W.C. too. I grabbed Travis for coming with me. The W.C. was outside, in separate building. After a few metres I regretted I took Travis for support. Because he was keeping only my shoulders (due to his height :P) and my feet were going to where they wanted. A couple of times we were about to fall aside into some bushes. Travis was too high for me to keep my waist :P. but we reached the W.C. and returned into the restaurant without adventures. After it I had to have a walk for some times leading other people to W.C. because nobody who visited that place wanted to go out from a warm restaurant and broke their dances. Trohman (I like his surname) and me were standing on a porch for a long time smoking and trying to make smoky rings. Spence run to have a fresh air. He hung to hand-rail and asked to smoke. Joe smirked and refused to give a cigarette. I was surprised, but began pulling a cig out from a box. At that time Dasha came and asked to smoke too. So she took two cigs I already lighted, said to Spence “Smoking is harmful” and walked away. He took offensive.
“Let’s dance, honey”, I suggested to him and we went away to dance.
By the way, it was about to midnight and we all were drunken as well. The bill was brought some time ago. Boys paid and were glad ‘cause it was “a funny” sum, less then they’d thought.
All the time we were taking photos. To the end only Andy was doing it.
Pete was choosing songs clicking. And to the end Andy and Joe learnt a belarusian song with my help.
We had a real fun. Boys ate, drank and danced as never in their lifes.
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Booked taxi-cars arrived. We loaded without accidents, didn’t forget anything and even could take a redundant bottle of wine. ‘Cause there was no redundant bottle of vodka :D. Coming up to the taxi I stumbled over something and was about to fall down but leaned my hands against a ground. I’m sure it was funny and, well, everybody laughed. Thanks to Mr. Hurley, he’s like real gentleman came up and helped me to stand straight.
Aside this event everything was alright.
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Passed by the reception in the hotel and got our keys, Dasha and me got into an elevator fastly (another one was taken, I think, for a long time) and came to our room first. We locked and being enormously tired and drunken wanted to sleep the most of all. As soon as we crashed on beds we heard a wild knocking on our door and somebody’s loud buzzing. It was Trohman and Pete who were droning, but there were more hands which were tapping. Dasha and me came up to the door and asked loudly what they wanted.
“Open!” Pete and Trohman shouted.
“why the hell? What do you want? Go to a bed!” I yelled.
“Only to your bed! Open!” Joe shouted and caused my surprise.
“I want you, I need you, I love you”, somebody said at background.
“Spence, is it you?” Dasha asked.
They kept shouting “open the door” and “we need to talk”. But there was no distinct answer on “about what?”
“For what I bought you those purses?” Pete asked Dasha with desperate voice.
“Fuck, bastard, I thought it was from a heart”, Dasha said to me. “I can throw them from a window if you need them so much”, she said loudly to Pete.
“no! it’s better to open the door. I baught you them and you dunt wanna see me. It’s unfuckingfair”, Pete mumbled into the keyhole.
“Ira, open the door”, it was Joe’s turn. “it’ll worth your while”, he tried to tempt me but I found it laughing.
“We won’t open. Go to sleep”, Dasha and me yelled.
“Open it or we’ll come in ourselves”, they answered and began knocking harder and, I think, trying to carry the door out.
“Calm down immediately! The hotel staff will come!” Dasha and me shouted.
“I don’t fear anybody!” Trohman said and knocked on the door harder.
“Get away from the door!” we yelled firmly.
The knocking declined. May be other boys went away. Voice of Trohman became sounding from somewhere below.
“Please, Ira, open the door. Don’t be so cruel”, Trohman said and I laughed again ‘cause it was funny to listen to his drunken sobs and such words.
“Dasha, open. Why don’t you open?” Pete asked sadly into the keyhole.
“Because I’m tired and wanna sleep”, Dasha replied soothingly.
“Really? And I thought you didn’t like me…well, okay, I’ll go. Good night”, Pete said less desolately.
“Yeah, go. I like you, be sure”, Dasha said and went to her bed.
“Joe, where are you? Make any sound”, I said still standing in front of the door.
“I don’t speak with you. You insulted me as a man”, Trohman mumbled still being on a floor behind the door.
“I’m sorry. Really. Go to your room, okay,” I asked him sweetly.
I heard a hit in the door. Probably, Joe leaned to get up. To be short, everything and everybody calmed down. I hoped they returned in their rooms. Dasha and me washed our faces, changed clothes to night ones and fell asleep. After 20 minutes we heard somebody’s mobile rang. But the first thing we thought was that it was building and drilling somewhere. But it was just Dasha’s mobile. Pete called. But it was not a call, just some rings. After a minute my mobile rang. It was Trohman. Also just some rings.
“Fuck, it’s their revenge”, I said.
“The end. We’ll have a sleep tomorrow”, Dasha sighed.
They were calling again and again but they didn’t wanna speak with us. Dasha and me tried to pick up but they ended call earlier. It had a time for about 15 minutes. Then Dasha and me fell sick of it, turned our mobiles to state with no sound, sent to boys unprintable messages :D and fell asleep.
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We checked on our mobiles after waking up and saw 10-15 efforts of messages and 20 missed calls each. The last of calls was around 4 a.m. :D
We’ll show you something you haven't heard yet (So many kids but I only see you And I don't think you notice me)
So, our international company, consisting of 8 people and one body guard, set off to conquer Moscow!
In the airplane our conversations about forthcoming merriment in the capital were spreading around and all the people knew who was going, where to and for whatJ. I think everybody was envying us. I made Joe to have a seat next to me ‘cause I oughtta undertake something to make Joe spend some money on me in Moscow. So what I was doing? I was talking to him, flirting, laughing at his (sometimes, corny and feeble) jokes and touching him “by chance”. I’d never been so nice in my lifeJ. Dasha, Pete and Andy were behind us. Andy’s best way of spending time in a flight is to sleep or to listen to iPod. Dasha and Pete were talking. Pat, Travis and Spence were somewhere ahead. Spence liked to come up for talking.
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We arrived with no problems in very early morning. I felt sleepy a little. So I was going leaning against and being hugged by Joe. We got our luggage and got into two cars of taxi. After an hour we drove to a hotel named Cosmos (Space into English). So then we got our rooms. We all had decided to take three rooms. They were not very high, on 15th floor, may be. So we settled there, left our cases and changed clothes (who wanted). The apartments were not so big deal. The most important part was to see the city. So we went for a walk. At first we had a water trip along Moscow-river. It’s probably the best way to see the majority of sights. Boys were taking photos around and of us on the background of nice sights and banks and just at all of that beauty. We were having a trip for two hours. Nobody felt sick. The trip was jolly and amazing. Then we went to Red Square. It was a real headache for the bodyguardJ. Because we stubbornly didn’t want to go by a crowd. We liked to run into different sides. Joe and me were looking for places to take a photo, Trav was just under impression by what he saw there. Spence, Dasha and Pete were going separate and laughing. Only Pat and Andy were walking intelligently to the bodyguard’s side and looking around. Then we made our way to Arbat. There’s a street with little shops and stalls with different gifts to foreign tourists. Dasha and me didn’t allow boys to buy those foolish souvenirs and promised to make better ones by ourselvesJ. But we called for a café. There’re just the most delicious and awesome pastries and sponge cakes. We bought almost all of their kinds and by some. So we went on our walking and were eating the cakes. It was funny. We were taking photos everywhere and everyhow. There were many amusing and humorous statues and small monuments at Arbat. After it I said we didn’t visit Manezh Square and underground trade store there. So we made our way there. It’s all situated near. When we walked in the store, I led Joe to shoe’s boutiques. He guessed I wanted something from him. He just didn’t know exact sum of that “something”J. Dasha and Pete walked to handbags. Dasha’s a big fan of it. so Pete couldn’t to get rid of her by one purseJ. We said to the rest of guys not to go far away or to meet in that spot we went separate.
So I could persuade Joe to buy me two pairs of awesome heels, which spikes are able to make a hole in floor of any solidityJ. And also he bought me a pair of just nice shoes (it was his choice I approved completely). On our way back I saw in some shop window (probably, Guess?) just chic jeans, just dream jeans. They were asking to be on my ass! Joe saw my eyes, my look, which was directed to those jeans, and pulled out his wallet obediently :D. I rushed at that boutique, tried them on and after 10 minutes those jeans were mine. Being on the wave of happiness I could think about other people. I suggested Joe to purchase something for him. We were passing by men’s shoes so he bought a pair from desperation. But it was superb. Oh, and we purchased slippers for him. I tried to make him to see some shirts but he refused. So Joe and me returned first and began waiting for the rest of guys. I bought (myself :D) some magazine. I’m sick of reading into American :D. so I was just passing pages leaning against sad Joe. Then Pat, Andy, Travis and Spence returned. They had purchases but didn’t spread much about it. After it we saw happy Dasha and Pete who made her happy by buying 5-6 purses for her. According to Dasha’s words the purses chose her, not on the contrary :D. So after all we came out of the store and returned to the hotel. We left our purchases there. Joe even put on his new slippers and was happy wearing them. He was walking in and out of our rooms showing that beauty on his feet :D. but the time didn’t wait and we had to go to the restaurant.
*************************************************
We drove to a restaurant complex. Administrator met us and led to hose we (exactly i) booked. The complex consists of number small houses with different Slavic styles – haunter, fisherman, archer, guardman and some others. Administrator explained us the rules and details and left us. We got into our house. At first, there was a small hallway and then a hall with tables with food and drinks. there were benches in stead of chairs. Everything was made in Russian style. At walls there were ancient kind of weapons – axes, lances, knives (we had a house of haunter). Boys liked it. Dasha and me suggested to have fishing with axes. Spence wanted to take some axe off the wall.
“oh, it’s nailed up”, he sighed.
“it’s a pity”, Dasha said.
“What did you think? You got into a fairy tale?” I smirked with a wide smile.
“it all looks so tasty!” Travis said glancing at the food and wanted to try some salad.
“hands away!” I yelled. “it’s early yet. At first fishing”, I added calmly.
We walked outside and came close to a lake.
“and by what we’ll be fishing?” Andy asked.
“we can rent needed equipment here. But if you’ve wanted to fish, you might take it with you from America”, I noticed.
“where we’ll find a bait?” Dasha and Spence asked.
“okay, I’ll go for the equipment. Spence, you’re with me”, I said.
We went to the administrator. We paid for three fishing rods and for everything that necessary for good fishing.
So we began fishing. Andy, Dasha and me were doing that. Travis were standing next to me, singing, talking, laughing and obviously bothered my occupation. Dasha and Pete were standing a little far. Trohman and Spence were making serious look and giving “professional” advises. Andy was fishing alone that nobody bother him. That’s why Pat came up to me and Trav. We all frequently yelled asking “how’s your fishing?” or something. After all I fished 3 trouts, Dasha – 2 ones and Andy fished even 5 ones! Then Joe tried to fish but he wasn’t successful. We gave our fish for saving, washed our hands and walked into the house to begin drinking and eating. Dasha made Pete and Pat to have seats next to her. Spence was in her sight too of course. I sat such a way that to see everybody and have an opportunity to come up and clink glasses. So we settled good and put different salads and dishes in our plates. Pete opened first bottle of wine and poured in Dasha’s and my glasses. Trohman extended his hands to a bottle of vodka.
“Good, Joe! Pour it to everybody”, I said.
“Wine to me, please”, Pat demanded.
“and some juice to me”, Andy said.
Dasha and me even jerked up and began yelling: “how you can? We let us down! What a relax with juice? We’re gonna return into America! It’s not a relax! We’re not friends of us! We don’t respect us at all!” we even pretended crying ‘cause of their disrespect :D. Andy and Pat began convincing us they respected us, they’re our friends and agreed finally to drink wine. Pete swore everybody would drink. Dasha and me calmed down only when everybody really had a drink :D.
First toast was to the get-together on Moscow land (my part of the toast), to beautiful girls and beautiful evening which only had its beginning (Pete’s part). So merriment began! We started in 4 p.m. so Dasha and me could eat the whole hag! We asked waiter to bring us the second course. We ate it fastly with a great pleasure keeping drinking. After 8th toast with wine, everybody began drinking vodka. Even Dasha and me, but we did it less. To 7 p.m. we began our disco (the house has TV with DVD and karaoke). Dasha and me had taken many albums. It was Belarusian bands, something from R’n’b to shake asses sexy, and many others. The most of it was alternative and metal. Dances were wild and dirty. Our house was about to be ruined. Between dances we came to the table and drank without any toasts. Remembering old times in Belarus, Spence wanted to crawl under the table. But he only knocked over some bench. And we didn’t move it back. We only picked up Spence and stood him to dance between us. But he was trying to run his hands under Dasha’s and my skirts, pulled them up, laughed hard with no obvious reason, waved his hands and behaved himself obscenely at all :D. we made him sit down on some bench. So he was there clapping his hands. Andy was sitting down at the table, putting his head on his hands and smiling contently at our dances. We tried to pull him to dance but he beat off of us successfully. The rest of us was dancing hard. Tipsy Patrick is something funny :D. He and Trav were jumping with glasses in their hands. So everybody was tipsy as well.
Somewhere in the middle of that evening Dasha, Pete, Trohman and me came up altogether to the table.
“boys, can you drink like hussars?” I asked them.
“how it looks like? much champagne?” Trohman said.
“no. it means to drink from an elbow”, I explained.
“Show us”, Pete demanded.
“you, man, are kidding now, I see. But I’ll try. I can”, I said and poured vodka into my glass.
Then I curved my arm and placed the glass on the bend. After I began carefully moved towards the glass and bringing the glass towards my mouth. The other hand I placed behind my back. Boys watched me with a fear waiting for ending.
“Ira, don’t get wet”, Dasha said.
I made a strange sound ‘cause I already caught the glass by lips and began drinking not moving the hand away. Boys clapped and whistled in a sign of gladness. I drank down and put the glass on the table.
“it’s the way hussars drink!” I said.
Boys rushed to try that way, but they just got wet and admitted that professionalism in such deal can be achieved only with many times of trainings.
As they got wet they took off their hoodies and kept partying in shirts. As a tradition I danced tango. That time was with Patrick. He didn’t let me fall but it was all the same funny and sexy. After he and Dasha set off to seek W.C. I don’t know why they didn’t call me ‘cause I’ve known exactly where it was. They were out for a long time. But they eventually returned singing something into Belarusian. While they were absent I was sitting and hugging with Joe. Also making some song’s sounds. Andy sang along and beat along :D. Spence was lying on the bench. The rest of boys was dancing and eating. When Dasha and Pat returned I thought that he’s very convenient. I mean it’s convenient to walk drunken with him. He keeps all necessary spots for a straight gait – waist, ass and hips. To be honestly it was almost all her spots he could reach because of his height :D. I got up, danced a little and wanted to go to W.C. too. I grabbed Travis for coming with me. The W.C. was outside, in separate building. After a few metres I regretted I took Travis for support. Because he was keeping only my shoulders (due to his height :P) and my feet were going to where they wanted. A couple of times we were about to fall aside into some bushes. Travis was too high for me to keep my waist :P. but we reached the W.C. and returned into the restaurant without adventures. After it I had to have a walk for some times leading other people to W.C. because nobody who visited that place wanted to go out from a warm restaurant and broke their dances. Trohman (I like his surname) and me were standing on a porch for a long time smoking and trying to make smoky rings. Spence run to have a fresh air. He hung to hand-rail and asked to smoke. Joe smirked and refused to give a cigarette. I was surprised, but began pulling a cig out from a box. At that time Dasha came and asked to smoke too. So she took two cigs I already lighted, said to Spence “Smoking is harmful” and walked away. He took offensive.
“Let’s dance, honey”, I suggested to him and we went away to dance.
By the way, it was about to midnight and we all were drunken as well. The bill was brought some time ago. Boys paid and were glad ‘cause it was “a funny” sum, less then they’d thought.
All the time we were taking photos. To the end only Andy was doing it.
Pete was choosing songs clicking. And to the end Andy and Joe learnt a belarusian song with my help.
We had a real fun. Boys ate, drank and danced as never in their lifes.
***************************************************
Booked taxi-cars arrived. We loaded without accidents, didn’t forget anything and even could take a redundant bottle of wine. ‘Cause there was no redundant bottle of vodka :D. Coming up to the taxi I stumbled over something and was about to fall down but leaned my hands against a ground. I’m sure it was funny and, well, everybody laughed. Thanks to Mr. Hurley, he’s like real gentleman came up and helped me to stand straight.
Aside this event everything was alright.
*************************************************
Passed by the reception in the hotel and got our keys, Dasha and me got into an elevator fastly (another one was taken, I think, for a long time) and came to our room first. We locked and being enormously tired and drunken wanted to sleep the most of all. As soon as we crashed on beds we heard a wild knocking on our door and somebody’s loud buzzing. It was Trohman and Pete who were droning, but there were more hands which were tapping. Dasha and me came up to the door and asked loudly what they wanted.
“Open!” Pete and Trohman shouted.
“why the hell? What do you want? Go to a bed!” I yelled.
“Only to your bed! Open!” Joe shouted and caused my surprise.
“I want you, I need you, I love you”, somebody said at background.
“Spence, is it you?” Dasha asked.
They kept shouting “open the door” and “we need to talk”. But there was no distinct answer on “about what?”
“For what I bought you those purses?” Pete asked Dasha with desperate voice.
“Fuck, bastard, I thought it was from a heart”, Dasha said to me. “I can throw them from a window if you need them so much”, she said loudly to Pete.
“no! it’s better to open the door. I baught you them and you dunt wanna see me. It’s unfuckingfair”, Pete mumbled into the keyhole.
“Ira, open the door”, it was Joe’s turn. “it’ll worth your while”, he tried to tempt me but I found it laughing.
“We won’t open. Go to sleep”, Dasha and me yelled.
“Open it or we’ll come in ourselves”, they answered and began knocking harder and, I think, trying to carry the door out.
“Calm down immediately! The hotel staff will come!” Dasha and me shouted.
“I don’t fear anybody!” Trohman said and knocked on the door harder.
“Get away from the door!” we yelled firmly.
The knocking declined. May be other boys went away. Voice of Trohman became sounding from somewhere below.
“Please, Ira, open the door. Don’t be so cruel”, Trohman said and I laughed again ‘cause it was funny to listen to his drunken sobs and such words.
“Dasha, open. Why don’t you open?” Pete asked sadly into the keyhole.
“Because I’m tired and wanna sleep”, Dasha replied soothingly.
“Really? And I thought you didn’t like me…well, okay, I’ll go. Good night”, Pete said less desolately.
“Yeah, go. I like you, be sure”, Dasha said and went to her bed.
“Joe, where are you? Make any sound”, I said still standing in front of the door.
“I don’t speak with you. You insulted me as a man”, Trohman mumbled still being on a floor behind the door.
“I’m sorry. Really. Go to your room, okay,” I asked him sweetly.
I heard a hit in the door. Probably, Joe leaned to get up. To be short, everything and everybody calmed down. I hoped they returned in their rooms. Dasha and me washed our faces, changed clothes to night ones and fell asleep. After 20 minutes we heard somebody’s mobile rang. But the first thing we thought was that it was building and drilling somewhere. But it was just Dasha’s mobile. Pete called. But it was not a call, just some rings. After a minute my mobile rang. It was Trohman. Also just some rings.
“Fuck, it’s their revenge”, I said.
“The end. We’ll have a sleep tomorrow”, Dasha sighed.
They were calling again and again but they didn’t wanna speak with us. Dasha and me tried to pick up but they ended call earlier. It had a time for about 15 minutes. Then Dasha and me fell sick of it, turned our mobiles to state with no sound, sent to boys unprintable messages :D and fell asleep.
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We checked on our mobiles after waking up and saw 10-15 efforts of messages and 20 missed calls each. The last of calls was around 4 a.m. :D