No tradition

Party here, party there, all I want is to ignore, what are all these parties for?
Leave please, I prefer my peace.
Indeed I admit I'm not the greatest fit if it comes to a party animal.

Let's go out, you said and I didn't dare to say that I rather stay home to watch the latest cooking show instead of wasting my time with a guy who doesn't care about my likes at all.
Go ahead, I thought, leave me alone and please I beg you don't come back if you are drunk!
I don't like to share my bed with a fellow who smells like vomit, alcohol, and urine but instead, cowardly me nodded and got ready, I was preparing myself for a long night in Hell.

Well, well, you look great, said my unwanted date as he forced his glass into my face. That's the spirit, if you ask me we are a perfect match don't you agree? You look gorgeous, don't be afraid I'm not boring, we'll make it late after all it's Carnival!

Before I knew I felt the uninvited guest all over me. I wish I could cry but instead, I screamed: Hands off you dude you ain't any good wait till Bachus finds out what you're doing!

Calm down, it's the tradition you give me your key and you'll see what fun it will be if you please me, there's no need to update that God of yours, girl the evening is young, come along with me, there's no need to stay here, grab your drink and we'll sneak out, just the two of us, by the backdoor.