The unpleasant smell of cigarettes wafted through my nostrils as I slowly walked through the living room. All my senses focused on each silhouette, trying to spot at least one I recognized. In the corner, on a large white couch, several older girls sat in a tight group, giggling and filling glasses with clear liquid. Watching them with curiosity, I felt the urge to join them. To laugh with them and celebrate. Wait, what occasion had brought me here…?
"Who do I seeeeee!" Hearing a loud shout from somewhere off to the side, I turned my head and saw Patryk striding forward with his arms outstretched. He hugged me, clearly pleased, then stepped toward a nearby shelf, grabbed two beers, and without asking for permission, placed one in my hand. "Make yourself at home!"
"Sure, thanks...
" "If you prefer something stronger, there's vodka in the fridge..." My gaze fell for some reason on the girls sitting in the corner of the living room, and Patryk, as if reading my thoughts, suggested, "If you want, I'll introduce you to someone... Get involved wherever you can, okay?"
"I'll try.
" "Well, relax... Oh, Krzysiu!" Without a word, the boy brushed past me and dashed toward the new arrival. I had absolutely no idea what to do. What to do. I didn't have the courage to just walk up to someone and strike up a conversation, let alone these smiling, confident girls. I put the beer Patryk had just handed me back on the shelf and then lightly walked forward. Even though I looked amazing, I felt like a little gray mouse. Several people I didn't know were languishing in the kitchen. One of the boys was leaning against the wall, slowly sipping his beer, his bored gaze fixed on a vague spot on the table. I grabbed the first of the glasses on the cabinet and filled it with orange juice. Our eyes met, and I blushed, glancing at the boys chatting furiously. After a moment of awkward standing, I sat down on one of the chairs and set the glass on the table. The brunette was still watching me intently. Feeling every inch of my body slowly turning red, I stood up and, trying to move naturally, quickly got up and headed for the door.
"Is Marcin here?" I asked Patryk, whom I met in the hallway.
"Yes, he is," he replied cheerfully. "But I don't know where... Although, can I make you a drink?" the boy suggested, seeing how I was clearly uncomfortable. I was about to refuse when a little voice in my head whispered, "Agree, what's the harm?"
"I'd love to," I grinned, a pleasant shiver running through my body. A moment later, I was back in the kitchen, back in the chair, back being watched by the stranger...
"What juice?" Orange? Pineapple?
"Get her a 'bartender'..." The boy by the wall winked at Patryk and took a sip of beer.
"Majka, have you ever had vodka?" The host of this whole party stared at me questioningly. I shook my head, and he smiled triumphantly.
"So I'll make you a drink so you barely taste it, okay?"
"Just not too much..."
"Oh, right. We have to have fun. Right, Igi?" The boy nodded at the unfamiliar brunette.
"Of course we do.
" "Do you even know each other?" Patryk turned to us, frozen with a bottle of vodka in his hand.
"No, we don't. I'm Igor.
" "Majka.
" "By the way, how come you've never had vodka?" The new acquaintance didn't take his eyes off me. I smiled uncertainly and shrugged.
"It's not proper for a good girl to...?" I replied lightly, to which he He laughed softly.
"So, are you going to be naughty now?" he asked, his eyes twinkling.
"Who knows..." I whispered, more to myself than to Igor.
"Here you go." A glass of almost clear liquid rested on the table in front of me. "If you guess the ingredients in this drink, you'll have free admission to the next party," Patryk announced. I hesitantly brought the drink to my lips and sniffed it. Seeing the boys' expectant gazes, I took a sip, then coughed, grimacing in disgust.
"Damn sour..."
"Everyone says that at first. Come on, Majka. Ingredients.
" "Let me think..." I took another sip. "Vodka...
" "Or rather...
" "Lemon...
" "Yes.
" "I don't know what else... Water?
" "Bravo," Patryk applauded, still smiling. "Drink and guess... Something else.
" "I have no idea..." I groaned. I sank my lips once again into the sour drink. With each sip, it became more and more bearable. Within minutes, I felt a pleasant warmth spread throughout my entire body, brought on by the alcohol, which was beginning to bubble through my blood.
*
I don't even remember when the glass containing the drink had been emptied. With a smile on my lips and increasingly noticeable dizziness, I approached Igor, who was working at the kitchen counter, and placed the bottle of vodka next to his hand.
"Make me another drink," I asked, winking coquettishly.
"Isn't that a bit much?" he asked, taking the empty glass and the alcohol. "
We have to have fun," I quoted Patryk's words with a smile.
"We have to, we have to... But playing with alcohol for such a beautiful girl often ends badly," the boy announced, shifting his bold gaze from her sexy red blouse to her slightly agitated green eyes.
"It won't end badly for me," I said, my words jumbled. "Because I have you, Igi." With a chuckle, I turned toward the door, which opened, revealing several girls I didn't recognize. "I'll be right back..." I patted the boy on the shoulder, then staggered off in search of the restroom. Feeling my mind working in slow motion, I tried to remember from my last visit where the bathroom was. Without thinking, I grabbed the silver doorknob and confidently strode into the room, which, as it turned out, wasn't empty. In the corner of the large, brightly tiled bathroom, a couple was making out, but I couldn't identify either of them. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or perhaps the darkness, that prevented me from recognizing either person, even after they stopped making out, seeing they were no longer alone.
"Sorry..." I laughed softly, then heeled back toward the door.
"Majka?" I stopped as if burned, my brain instantly snapping back to life. "You here...?" I turned and fixed my questioning gaze on the figures, who were now standing some distance apart. I swallowed hard, and my heart skipped a beat. I didn't need the only light coming from the corridor. I recognized that voice. I recognized that voice easily...
"Yes..." I whispered, almost soundlessly, feeling my hands begin to tremble dangerously. This sight... Those hands roaming along her body... Those lips pressed against her neck... Who is she anyway?
"You said you weren't coming," Marcin groaned, adjusting his shirt nervously and taking a few steps towards me.
"I did come. But I see you already have company." With a stony expression, I nodded towards the girl who was still standing in the corner. "Don't bother each other," I whispered, then ran down the corridor as quickly as I could. I wasn't even thinking. With tears filling my eyes, I dashed into the living room, where I accidentally bumped into one of the partying boys.
"Little one, where are you going in such a hurry…?" The stranger helped me up and sat down on the nearest couch.
"I don't know…" I said, burying my face in my hands and using my last bit of strength to hold back a burst of tears. I had no right… I had no right to be jealous of him. Unfortunately… It was stronger than me. Betrayed. I felt betrayed…
"What happened?" Someone grabbed my arm and whispered close to my ear. I noticed a handsome guy sitting right next to me. "Why are you crying?" I quickly wiped my tears and smoothed my hair. "Honey, it's okay." The stranger put his arm around me and brought his face closer to mine. "I know something for your sadness," he announced, and without further questions or explanations, he pressed his lips to mine. I pushed him away with all my strength and glared at him indignantly.
"Leave me alone!" I screamed hysterically and stood up, but the brunette grabbed my hand and pulled me back to him. Everything happened so fast I couldn't react. He pushed me onto the couch and pressed his body against mine, sliding his hands under my tight blouse.
"Don't say anything, baby...
" "Let go!
" "It'll be fun, you'll see...
" "No!" I started struggling and flailing my arms wildly. Suddenly, the brunette jumped back in a second, and when I looked up, I saw that it was Marcin who had pulled him away, shouting at him to get off me. Feeling dizzy, I sat down and, embarrassed, adjusted my tight blouse and pants.
"Is everything okay?" The boy sat down next to me and looked at me with concern.
"Yes," I said firmly. "Thanks." We sat in silence for a moment, him observing each other wordlessly, me looking at the girls dancing in a circle.
"You look wonderful," he announced in a broken voice, to which I forced a smile. He was drunk. His wavering gaze indicated he wasn't exactly sober. "Why did you come anyway?"
"Marcin, come on..." I stood up with resignation and sadness, but he wouldn't let me pass.
"Let's talk...
" "I don't want to talk. Take your feet.
" "Please, Majka... I'm sorry..." Ignoring his pained gaze, I walked past him and headed for the kitchen.
"I thought you were stuck in that bathroom," Igor announced as I sat down at the table. I smiled sadly, taking the newly mixed drink. Wordlessly, I took a long sip, to which the boy widened his eyes. "That thirsty?
" "Damn..." A few minutes later, the kitchen door opened and Marcin appeared. He immediately walked over to the table and, this time without asking, grabbed my hand and pulled me along. "I'm not your property, let go..." I hissed as he dragged me down the hall to an unknown place. He opened one of the doors and led me into a dark room, lit only by the moonlight streaming in through the window.
"I don't even know how it happened. I don't even know his name. Majka, I'm sorry..." The boy stared at me with a contrite look.
"You don't have to apologize. We're not together. Nothing connects us...
" "Nothing connects us?" he repeated empty-handedly. I felt myself slowly turning into jelly again, about to give in to weakness and cry again.
"Yes, nothing. You can do whatever you want.
" "And you're not angry, are you? You're not jealous?
" "Nothing connects us." I gritted my teeth and turned my head toward the window.
"You're wrong," his voice trembled, making me look at him again. "We have feelings for each other, and that says a lot.
" "Not enough. Apparently not enough for you to be disinterested in others."
"I'm not interested in other people...! Seriously... I don't know why I did it... I don't know... And I won't make excuses that I drank too much, even though I did." Silence fell, broken only by the loud music coming from downstairs. We stood there for a long moment, silent and stubborn. "We're not together, so it wasn't even cheating.
" "Stop talking..."
"Majka, don't trample me like that." Marcin took a hesitant step towards me, and I stumbled backward, bumping into the wall. "You know how I feel about you... I wouldn't want you to..." His arms wrapped around my waist, sending pleasant shivers down my spine and making my heart pound faster. "I'm crazy about you...
" "Stop..." and my voice broke, and my hands trembled ominously. All I could hear was our shallow breathing… All I could see was his face getting closer to mine… Close… Much too close…
"I want you…" he whispered, then gently and tenderly brushed his lips against mine, to which I responded in kind, despite my reluctance… Even though it was my countless kisses, I'd never felt that indefinable "something" before. That shiver, that desire… I gasped as his hands deftly slid under my blouse and slowly began to caress my back… I clenched my fists as his lips moved to my neck… I couldn't stop myself… I couldn't control myself. Like a madman, I started kissing him, my hands roaming the back of his neck. I didn't even know when we found ourselves on the bed. I felt bliss like never before. Fulfillment like never before…
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