We swiped up some of his last Mary Jane in the hope of getting high. We weren't completely disappointed. Considering that my friend invited me over for wine, we started the drinking soon after.
Joking around, drinking around, coming up with crazy stuff we promised we'd do someday. Reading poems, listening to finest Soul, Funk and Jazz. At this point my body was starting to brim with excitement. The alcohol allowed me to grasp that the night was ours, ours to take, and nobody would take that from us.
We finished a third bottle, opening a fourth while hitting the streets. The third member of our party decided to depart at this point, but we went on. The two of us cruising the trolley, on our way to the epicenter of prostitution. What were we thinking? No clue. All I knew is that both of us were too drunk for our own good, and we were looking for some form of excitement like an avalanche dog looking for a corpse under the snow.
We hit the center of whoredom. While we walked to what seemed to me a random destination I grew impatient. Where are we? Where are we going? We walked and walked until we find a long road with a park to the side - 2 women standing under a streetlamp waiting for something.
My friend, curious to have his experience confronted them in his drunk buzz of life. "10 euro?", he asked. They argued for a moment but having he emerged as the victor with his desired price.
One of the women lead me into the park, walking somewhere by a tree. She asked me for the money. I didn't trust her - why would I? Some random whore asks me for the money before a blow job. Why would I do that?
We argue around, and she wasn't pleased. I struck out. I looked for my friend, but there was no sign. I turn on my phone, but it turns itself right off. Great, nowhere to crash.
But once I called his name he jumped out of the shadows of the park. The woman he was with limped off to another customer. We shared experiences - turns out he gave her the money first.
We were both floating on the adrenaline of what was the night. We walked and walked, finding another whore on the way.
He asked her for anal -- "how much?"
It didn't work out.
Walking, walking, walking for some kind of vehicle to take us home, we found a stranger.
Frog was his name.
He was looking for some club to find his friends. We told him to come along. We found a platform in the amusement park we walked through.
Soon enough we helped Frog find his friends and hopped in a cab. Starting a conversation with the cabby, my friend confessed his desire to become a porn star. Discussing possible names, we gave the driver $10 and jumped into the apartment elevator.
"Let's go swimming?" - "yeah let's go swimming".
We take some underwear and towels and glide into the pool of the basement.
We called it a night once we got out. The end of one hell of a damn night.
