In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

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"LUKTELK, LUKTELK!" All the Estonian men sang/ yelled at the same time across the bar. They were everyone's biggest cheerleaders, but they did have a little sweet spot for their neighbour country.

I had gathered a few people to watch the semi-final. It wasn't my idea to go for a bar, that was Kohver's idea but when we got here, I didn't mind it one bit. It was everyone from Estonia and The Netherlands team, alongside me and Emil.

Emil wanted to go home but his wife forced him to go out because she thought he needed a bit of guy time since he was surrounded by women all the time. When he was working with me, when he was at home, it was non-stop for his daily life. Martijn, Teun and Lancelot welcomed him with open arms.

I sat between Mihkel and Joost. We had a little drinking competition going on which meant every time Kohver or Martijn would yell at the Eurovision tv for not showing this football game going in, then we would all take a shot. So far, we were 4 shots in, and it was only the third performance of the night we had seen.

"COME ON EVERYBODY! LUKTELK, LUKTELK!" Lancelot yelled at the rest of the bar. He got on top of the bar to get everyone to sing along. He was the life of the party tonight, but he spread so much joy with it. In no time everyone started singing along to Lancelot's cues.

"OI! GET DOWN!" The bartender yelled at him.

"Come up here and dance with me" Lancelot winked at him instead of following the orders.

"I'm serious, get your shoes off my bar" The bartender eyed him up and down.

"Fine, have it your way" Lancelot said.

Normally that expression meant that you had to get off the table, but Lancelot took it literally. He took both of his shoes off and threw them to Kohver.

Kohver let the shoe hit his chest before he started juggling it on his feet. "Hey, can we please put the game on again!" Kohver yelled as he was playing football with Lancelot's shoe.

"Bottoms up bitchtes" Joost said before taking his shot where Mihkel and I followed close behind.

Three grimaces later and we got ready for the next performance to start. Lancelot eventually got pushed off the bar by the bartender, but luckily Kohver caught him like a princess. They even did a little spin before Lancelot was placed on the ground again still not wearing his shoes.

The next performance was Ireland, which was one of Joost's favourites this year, so he got closer to the tv. I stayed back with Mihkel as we discussed how we could prank Joost.

"How about you break up with him because your friend has had a crush on him longer than you and you knew all along yet it's only now you actually are going to let your friend have a chance with him" Mihkel suggested right away.

"Ohhh...and who should I say this friend is?" I tried to contain my laughter.

"I guess we can just pretend it's me or something like that" He playfully shrugged as if he didn't think about himself the whole time as the friend.

"I can't believe you still have a crush on him" I chuckled.

"I even told you about it the first time we met and there you went and stole my boyfriend" Mihkel crossed his arms across his chest as we put on a mad face. Or more so he tried but his quivering lip was deceiving him.

"I must say he did call you a handsome fella, so I should probably back off. I mean he has never called me a handsome fella" I played along with the bit.

However, I should be careful with how long I went with it because Mihkel only needed a few more shots before we were ready to go full on make out with Joost. His eyes were droopy and had hearts in them that he was sending in Joost's direction. Well, that's what I imagined as the 4th shot started hitting.