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Tipsy

The plane would fly at 8am to Stockholm, Sweden, and I was so excited to visit Sweden. One of my best friends Karen lived there for a year, and it was almost 100 years ago we saw each other last time. My phone said that the clock was 11pm, and I had not packed yet. At the hotel room, all my stuff was everywhere on the floor. Austin and I had two rooms, so I felt really lonely at the nights.

This was our last night in Berlin, and Austin wanted to party. No one from the crew was here, which was nice because I think they were all very stressed all the time. Austin said that when we came to Denmark we would get a new crew.

I was sitting in a bar in Berlin with Austin and another guy. The guy had bought me a drink and I was sipping on the straw as I talked to them.

"So, you guys are from the US?" he asked with accent.

"yes - you're German, right?" I asked. Austin got a drink named "Wonder", the music was good, chill vibes, no dramatic fans, casual stuff and I could just calm down.

"yes, I am" he said. His name was Frederik or something.

"Du bist köstlich" a man said as he took Austin's bar chair. Nether Auston or me could understand him, but Frederik could, probably because it was German. Frederik's face got red.

"Ich spreche mit ihr Ihren Idioten" Frederic said. The only thing I could understand was „idiot " 

"excuse me" Austin said to the random guy, "you took my chair". The random you looked at Frederik. 

"Sind sie Amerikaner" he pointed at Austin and me. 

"ja" Frederic said. 

 "what's he saying?" I asked Frederik. Austin walked away. He could not leave me with them?! 

"nothing" Frederik said. 

"you pretty" the random guy said. He took my hand and kissed it. 

"no" I took my hand away. Was he drunk? He didn't seem drunk. 

"lass sie sein" Frederik said. "I said: he should stop touching you" Frederik smiled. 

"shot up" the man said, "can I get a *sex on the beach*" he said to someone in the bar. The man placed his hand on my thigh. 

"stop that!" I took his arm away as it was a spider. He looked like he was in his late 30's. Frederik asked if I should hit him, but I said no.

"you pretty" he said again.

"thank you" I said cold as his drink came.

"here" he gave it to me.

"no" I got up as I felt someone slapping my ass really hard. The sound made echoes in my head. I turned around slowly to face the random guy, who was laughing. "you did not" I said slowly and slapped his cheek hard. Frederik's fist flew in the guy's face. Silence.

5 minutes later

"What did he do?" Austin asked me as we saw Frederik and the other guy fight. They had an audience and people clapped. Eye of the tiger, was playing and over 30 people had made a circle around the two men.

"he slapped my butt" I said with my arms crossed.

"Idiot" Austin said and walked over to the circle of people. Was he going to join that idiotic fight? It could not be true. Well.

"no?!!?" I yelled "don't fucking join them - you have a show in two days, and if you get hurt..." but he was gone. I could not see him. I walked over to the bar and asked for some shots. After 8 shots of vodka I was brave enough to participate in the fight - or trying to stop it. As I walked between all the people to be in the front, I saw Austin fighting Frederik. What? They all flighted each other.

"Austin!!!" I yelled, "STOP" but the music was too high. People still clapped. Frederik was now on the floor, and his nose bled so bad. The side of Austin's head was bleeding very hard, and the man in the 30's had blood on his fists, but wasn't hurt.

"AUSTIN!!!!"I yelled, "stop this!!". Roy Jones with Can't be touchedwas playing. A fist in Austin's face made him walk back. His forehead wassweaty and his grills laid on the floor. I knew it was dumb tostand betweenthem, and I would not work. Instead I walked away and up in the bar. 

"Where is the dj?" I asked. The girl pointed toanother little bar in the corner of the room. It was not everyone who watchedthe fight. Other people was still dancing and sitting at tables. 

"hey" I said to the dj. He had headphones on and gaveme a warm smile. 

"any suggests?" he asked. I whispered the song in hisear and he nodded "nice". I walked between dancing people and approached the circleof people. Even more people had appeared now and It was so embarrassing. Grownupsfighting. The vodka had really made me tipsy. The song I requested had not beenplayed yet. I stood in front of Austin and the other guy again.Frederik was still on the floor. As another song stopped playing I hoped tohear my song, but another random played. Something from the 80's was not whatAustin needed to hear.

I knew how I could get Austin out of this. They had soonbeen fighting in 10 minutes. I kept screaming Austin's name, but he ignored. Helooked at me sometimes with his bloody face and bloody fists, but didn't stopfighting. then suddenly my song played!!