– You are not a candy, you are a bottle of vodka, – interrupted I the boy.
Why the hell everybody uses this banality that we should value a candy instead of a wrapper, a contest of a book instead of its cover? You try to prove that appearance is not important, but you still put the concept of appearance in this metaphor.
And what about vodka? Let's be honest: those who buy vodka don't care about the bottle. Connoisseurs of the appearance buy whiskey or bourbon, gin or at least martini. You buy vodka to kill thoughts in your head as quick as it's possible, to drown your filings out or just to forget about something for some time. It doesn't matter whether you drink alone or in a company. You don't sit and examine the bottle, you just open it and then you either drink it right from the bottle or pour into the ponies, propose toast to something and drink. And right after it you scream something like: "Between shots - break is short", because you want just to feel and there is no place for appearance.
The boy was looking at me waiting me to explain what I had just said, but I kept silent. I can't have said him that he was a bottle of vodka because when he was close to me I was like drunk. I also can't have said that he, like vodka, made me open, happy and I didn't shy to tell stupid things. I wasn't afraid just to be me.
For some reason I knew that despite all his tries to shut me up, he had fun not less than I did. Maybe the fact that he laid beside me on the floor and not in the bed with his kind-of-girlfriend filled me with the confidence that he might felt something similar.
Tired of waiting for answer, the boy turned his face to the laptop...ah, yes...we watched some movie. I was going to watch it too, but several seconds later, I lost the concentration and went back to the beginning of the evening in my mind.
My friend Mary invited me to a little party. There were people whom I knew a little and two completely unknown boys. For some reasons I did not like those boys at first. I was rude with them.
It is an open secret that alcohol makes people closer, but usually it made me closer to people with whom I wanted to converse. And I had no desire to talk to these two guys. However, when everybody parted to groups exactly I was sitting between them with a glass full of wine. I was driveling and laughing.
An hour later whose who didn't go home was sleeping and these two boys, a kind-of-a girlfriend of one of them and I were still cheerful.
I think it's time to say that girl's name was Annette, her kind-of-boyfriend was Damien (It is an awful name, isn't it? Maybe that's why I called him Dan ignoring all the remarks that it wasn't his name), and his friend...let his name be Fill. To tell the truth I don't remember much about him. He was nice and I was a drunk bitch so I tried to avoid him in order not to insult. However, maybe he took my ignore as an offence. "The road to hell is paved with good intentions" – these words describes the situation very clearly.
During the night I was trying to convince Dan to make out with Annette and vice versa. But I had a strange result: the girl started jealous because of our playful dispute. It was strange because I had no sympathy to Dan at all at least untill one moment.
I was trying to make Dan believe that I liked girls so I couldn't make out with his friend. Do you understand all the stupidity of this situation? I was trying to convince Dan to make out with my friend, and he was trying to convince me to make out with his friend. Meanwhile our friends pretended not to hear us and from time to time glanced at us like: "You are both idiots".
So, Dan decided to make sure I liked boys. His lips taught my neck and his arm glided upon my hip lifting my dress a little bit. I tried to stay cool, but my own body betrayed me: my skin crawled because of such nice feelings which I hadn't felt for a long time. I returned my dress to its place and laughed. I said that I was just cold. But his warm breath on my neck gave me another wave of hit. I moved over so that he couldn't have taught me again. I had no idea whether Annette saw it or not. However, it was wrong even if they were not a couple technically.
