Don't Blame Me for Being Me

Chapter 43
No sir, well I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore (Sometimes a bottle of whiskey is a start of something new!)
“My head, don’t ache! My headie, don’t fucking ache this much”, I repeated that some times keeping my head by two hands.
Dasha and me were in hotel’s restaurant. We just started eating. But the food wasn’t so important for me then as you can guess xD.
“may be a beer will fine for you?” Dasha suggested.
“I don’t wanna drink. Again. Too early. I’m idiot, I oughtta book juice or water. Where’s a waiter? Fuck”, I told.
“What’s early? It’s already 1 p.m. but it seems to me an evening. I roam about the hotel till early morning and have nothing to do. There’s only shit on TV, I have nobody to talk to! And it’s hard to live at all”, Dasha sighed.
“1 p.m.! fuck…oh, I had a bust up with Trohman. I could barely run away from the room”, I said smiling.
“I heard”, Dasha replied.
“really? Oh, yeah. We were loud. He’s a fool. I’d so much plans concerning him last evening, but he’d spoiled everything. And now he smirks and nags at me!” I told.
“I heard only your voice. If Trohman was there, he couldn’t stick any word in”, Dasha smirked.
“Where’s the fucking waiter? I wanna drink!” I said and buried my face at my arms I lied on the table. “WATER!” I groaned from there.
“Don’t be this loud. You won’t die”, Dasha said even strictly.
In that moment somebody tapped my shoulder and then my head. I had to raise my head.
“Who’s this?” I asked looking at Dasha with no wish to look around. “Who did this?”
Dasha was pointing at somewhere behind me. I turned around. There was Frank Iero.
“Oh, man! Hey! Take a seat with us. Oh, wait, no, not now, don’t sit. Bring me something to drink. I’m dying, you know”, I asked him.
“At first, good afternoon. Secondly, there were no cases of dying from a hangover”, he smiled. “At third, okay, I’ll bring. Give the money”, Frank replied.
“Frank”, I tried to smile. “BUY me to drink. I have no cash”.
“well, okay. I act like a gentleman, notice”, he went away and in some minutes returned with a glass of orange juice.
“How much I’m glad to see ya!” I extended m y hands to the glass.
“you speak with me or with this juice?” Frank smirked.
“You both. How are you?” I asked after taking a sip. “Did you meet?” I asked him and Dasha.
They nodded approvingly. Frank, of course, already took a seat next to us.
“well, I’m alright. You?” he asked.
“Yeah”, I said with serious look and voice.
“Cool for you”, Frank said and laughed.
“What’s cool? Ira, answer his question as normal”, Dasha said with a little irritation.
“What happened? Why so gloomy? The morning doesn’t gladden you?” Frank asked her.
“Why I should be glad? Only a fool is glad all the time”, Dasha replied and looked at him sullenly.
Frank just smiled preferring not to meddle.
“You look better than me. Fresher”, I complained to Frank.
“everybody here looks better than you”, Dasha smirked.
“she’s right”, Frank laughed.
“fuck you, guys. You’re evil people”, I snapped sadly.
“it’s Spencer’s words”, Dasha laughed.
We began laughing together. Frank didn’t understand us, but laughed too. Dasha and me recalled Spence and all his tricks he made in belarusian village. I was keeping my head being afraid it could just split up at two halves ‘cause of that hangover xD. Then I looked behind Dasha and Frank. And I saw three Pete Wentz which were coming to the restaurant hall.
“Ahh!”, I groaned and shaked my head thinking I went crazy.
“What?” they asked.
I looked at that my “hallucination” again slowly closing and opening my eyes. Three Pete Wentz kept walking. But then the two ones disappeared (‘cause there were just mirrors xD). I sighed.
“I’m alright, I’m alright”, I repeated.
By the way Dasha and Frank was laughing at me. I looked funny I think xD.
“Pete Wentz. There”, I pointed.
Dasha was about to get up, I had a hangover and Frank didn’t care at all. Pete came up to us.
“Hey!” I yelled joyfully.
“Hi, everybody”, he greeted us. “Hello, Dasha”. He didn’t expect her answer and asked me. “how do you feel yourself?”
“Thanks for care. And money for tasty restaurant food. I feel bad. Worse than after getting up this morning. It’s because of Trohman. It’s all because of him”, I said taking another sip.
“Why you were so angry at him…well…some time ago?” Pete smiled.
“because your friend and bandmate is total asshole”, I replied. “I didn’t get about Patrick and that…bruise on his neck -”
“He had a fight?” Dasha asked. “With you, Ira?”
“I don’t know. May be Pete knows the details”, I smiled.
“I don’t know details. The one I know is this bruise is a hickey and it was made by you, Ira”, Pete replied.
“WHAT?” I asked loudly.
Everybody started laughing and giggling.
“Pat said you were kissing. It was in taxi. He said it was your initiate”, Pete grinned. “and Pat has a tragic memory now. Especially after you said you don’t remember”.
“It…it…it can’t be true”, I mumbled.
To be honest that part of last night was out of my memory, but I didn’t fear much about it. Well, I should fear…
“Pat was so happy in the car…”, Pete began mocking at me.
Frank and Dasha were already laughing hard.
“Pete, you lie! You use that I don’t remember”, I made an attempt to save myself xD.
“YOU used Pat last night!” Pete yelled and was glad of his own joke.
I heard a new wave of laughing.
“Go to ass, Wentz. I don’t believe you. And stop laughing at me, dudes!”
“No, really, Ira, it’s true. You were kissing Pat”, Pete replied.
“Where’s your proofs? You saw it? I didn’t wanna kiss Patrick!”
“I think he didn’t want that to happen too. But you exactly insisted”, Pete giggled.
“Fuck you, Pete. It’s false. I really don’t remember the way to the hotel…but for what reason I decided to kiss Patrick?” I didn’t wanna believe I’d had such behavior.
“but Patrick wasn’t drunken and didn’t dream those passionate kisses”, Pete even exhaled last words with passion xD.
I gave guys a killing glance. But they all just laughed harder xD.
“if Pat could know you would want him that evening, he’d prepared himself better. He’d, may be, put on the best his boxers…” Pete kept joking.
“we talk only about kisses now, don’t carry away, dude”, I replied tending to think the kisses had a place in last night. Fuck, what else I did to Patrick?
“I dunno the way you kiss”, Pete chuckled.
“Okay, I’m really sorry I didn’t let him know I’d kiss him being drunken”, I mumbled.
“It’s a real pity he hadn’t been notified”, Pete laughed.
“Fuck, just a bottle of whiskey…to two…it’s not so much!” I yelled and looked at Frank.
“What?” he asked smiling. “you wanna blame me?”
“No, I just…it’s so awful”, I put my head at my hands.
“It’s okay, Ira”, Pete cheered me.
“It’s not okay, it’s not normal…how I’ll even look at Pat?” I said.
“Like today’s morning”, Pete replied and put a vacant chair away from the table aiming to sit down eventually, ‘cause he was still standing this much for some reason.
And when he took a seat Dasha got up abruptly.
“See you in our room, Ira”, she said and walked away.
I opened my mouth to reply, but realized I was late and closed it. Frank noticed it and laughed.
“Pete, you’re loser”, I said.
“What?” he asked.
“You’re loser. You need to speak with her. I dunno what happened to you both, but –,” I told.
“Keep eating”, Pete interrupted me.
“Keep being a loser”, I snapped.
“Uhuh”, Pete got up and walked away.
“What happened to them?” Frank asked me.
“a quarrel”, I replied and kept eating xD.
“What plans you have tonight?” he asked.
“I don’t know exactly. Dasha’s in a bad mood, I think I should find some entertainment for two of us…you wanna suggest something?” I smiled.
“May be. Just hanging out with me. will it be okay?” he said.
“It will be just great! Do you have my number?”
“I took it last night, but let’s check if it’s right”, he smiled.
I made an attempt to laugh.
“it needs a check-up”, I said.
He put my number into list at his sidekick. We saw the number he put last night. It was totally wrong xD. We laughed about it and recalled last evening. After a little conversation, we walked into our own rooms remembering we’d meet tonight again.