Wistrit
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- Hey!!! - a voice cut through, suddenly interrupting the song of the symphonic power metal band.
I carefully take off my headphones and look up at the new external irritant. A hairy guy in a worn leather jacket, holding a bottle of "Tolstyak" (a cheap alcoholic beverage).
- Hey, - I reply uncertainly.
It seems this person needs something from me, and I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. The unbearable smell of a cocktail of beer, vodka, cigarettes, and cheap liquor is simply disgusting.
- What are you listening to? - the guy asks, smiling from ear to ear.
- Nightwish, - I reply reluctantly.
- Uuuu, you've got some serious taste, - the repulsive guy takes a large gulp from his cup of this ambrosia. - Don't you like Aria? Master? Black Coffee?
I continued to shake my head negatively, even though I actually like the band "Black Coffee".
- Want a beer? - the beer-soaked guy asked, extending his bottle, which has clearly seen better days, filled with a mixture of vomit and urine.
- No... I don't drink, - I reply for the tenth time in the last couple of hours.
- What do you mean you don't drink? You don't drink at all?! Seriously?! And you don't smoke either?? And you're not even having sex yet, are you? - the guy laughs, not waiting for an answer. Apparently, I was supposed to somehow participate in this strange, convulsive act.
The loser was called by his friends, equally repulsive guys. After taking a final, large gulp of the foul liquid, he said goodbye and ran after his departing friends.
Great, I love Nifelian parties. I love it when another acquaintance drags me along "for company" and I eagerly await the end of this bacchanal.
Oh, cool girls are standing in a group, five or six of them. Squealing cuties, laughing about something ^_^ they're just adorable, I want to run up and punch one in the head, kawaiiiiiiiiii. Everything is as usual, the girls' daily concerns: who to hook up with tonight, who to mooch off, who to eat with, whose money to drink with. Cruel girls, there are far fewer of them here than boys, someone will be left without LOVE tonight! Oh dear!
Meanwhile, my idle, nerdy thoughts were interrupted by another unique individual who decided that I was exactly the person he needed right now.
- Hey, do you like metalcore?
- Hi, not really...
- What do you listen to in general? Heavy metal or thrash?
- Nightwish.
- Ooooh, forget about Nightwish!
- I like it...
- You'll understand later... here, take these headphones, listen to Math-xynta-thrash-heavymetalcor, a new band from Norway, Jlbad Brothers, it's awesome.
I carefully take off my headphones and look up at the new external irritant. A hairy guy in a worn leather jacket, holding a bottle of "Tolstyak" (a cheap alcoholic beverage).
- Hey, - I reply uncertainly.
It seems this person needs something from me, and I want to get this over with as quickly as possible. The unbearable smell of a cocktail of beer, vodka, cigarettes, and cheap liquor is simply disgusting.
- What are you listening to? - the guy asks, smiling from ear to ear.
- Nightwish, - I reply reluctantly.
- Uuuu, you've got some serious taste, - the repulsive guy takes a large gulp from his cup of this ambrosia. - Don't you like Aria? Master? Black Coffee?
I continued to shake my head negatively, even though I actually like the band "Black Coffee".
- Want a beer? - the beer-soaked guy asked, extending his bottle, which has clearly seen better days, filled with a mixture of vomit and urine.
- No... I don't drink, - I reply for the tenth time in the last couple of hours.
- What do you mean you don't drink? You don't drink at all?! Seriously?! And you don't smoke either?? And you're not even having sex yet, are you? - the guy laughs, not waiting for an answer. Apparently, I was supposed to somehow participate in this strange, convulsive act.
The loser was called by his friends, equally repulsive guys. After taking a final, large gulp of the foul liquid, he said goodbye and ran after his departing friends.
Great, I love Nifelian parties. I love it when another acquaintance drags me along "for company" and I eagerly await the end of this bacchanal.
Oh, cool girls are standing in a group, five or six of them. Squealing cuties, laughing about something ^_^ they're just adorable, I want to run up and punch one in the head, kawaiiiiiiiiii. Everything is as usual, the girls' daily concerns: who to hook up with tonight, who to mooch off, who to eat with, whose money to drink with. Cruel girls, there are far fewer of them here than boys, someone will be left without LOVE tonight! Oh dear!
Meanwhile, my idle, nerdy thoughts were interrupted by another unique individual who decided that I was exactly the person he needed right now.
- Hey, do you like metalcore?
- Hi, not really...
- What do you listen to in general? Heavy metal or thrash?
- Nightwish.
- Ooooh, forget about Nightwish!
- I like it...
- You'll understand later... here, take these headphones, listen to Math-xynta-thrash-heavymetalcor, a new band from Norway, Jlbad Brothers, it's awesome.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made