After leaving the premises, the boys and I headed to where we had parked our bikes. We hid away our guns in our backpacks, hopped onto our bikes, and rode towards a store. Eman went inside, while the two of us waited outside for five minutes. Upon his return, he excitedly displayed the alcohol he had purchased.
"Yeaaa bithcess tonight we gonna get drunk until we can't stand up do you hear!!" he shouted out of excitement hyping us all up
With our spirits high, the three of us pedaled our bikes around the city while singing our hearts out, eager to go home and get wasted. after a while of riding our bikes it was starting to became dark , so we went to Darjan's house.
As we walked into the house, we saw Darjan's father sitting in front of the TV.
Darjan asked his father, "Dad, can my boys stay here tonight?"
"Sure, I don't care," replied his father.
Right away we sat on the couch, eagerly pulling out the alcohol from Eman's backpack. However, our excitement was short-lived when Darjan's dad asked in a stern tone, "Boys, where the hell did you get the alcohol?"
"We bought it dad where else?" replied Darjan
"Is that so?" His father questioned us
"Ye"
he looked at us for a couple of seconds and said
"Well fuck it let me join in boys!" His dad said
While drinking underage may be considered uncommon in other countries, in the Balkans, it's quite normal to start drinking as young as six years old. Therefore, it wasn't a big deal for us so he ran to the kitchen grabbed a couple of cups and a large Red Bull drink.
"Listen up, boys. Since this is your first time drinking, you need to get as drunk as your body can fucking handle, do you understand?" exclaimed his father.
"Yeaaa!!!" we shouted with excitement, even though we had drunk many times before.
we began to mix Jägermeister with Red Bull, downing shot after shot until we were all completely wasted. Our screams of excitement filled the room as we watched a boxing match on the TV. it was the most fun i had in a while. all of a sudden we heard a knock in the door. Darjan's father opened the door and the neighbor started screaming at him.
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"Are you fucking crazy! It's 10 pm, and all my kids are sleeping. If you don't quiet down, you son of a bitch, I'll call the police!"
The insult hurled towards him was enough to make anyone angry, but Darjan's father took a different approach. Without a word of anger, he grabbed the person's hand and pulled them into our room, offering them a drink.
"What? Are you crazy? I'm not drinking right now. I'm calling the police!" The neighbor grew angrier by the second.
"Listen buddy, drink three cups, and if you still don't want to stay with us, we'll all quiet down. Deal?" Darjan's father made a tempting offer.
"Fine," the person agreed, and he began drinking cup after cup until he was thoroughly drunk.
He stayed with us, and we all focused on the game again,
"COME ONN PUNCH HIM IN THE JAW YOU DUMB ASS!" The neighbor was more excited than we were, how funny at first he insulted us now he is enjoying time with us.
Despite all of us screaming without reason, we had fun, and that was what mattered. After the match ended, the neighbor returned to his house, and Darjan's father went to sleep. But for us, the night was not over. Darjan had an idea.
"Eman and Boss, let's go to a club. What do you say?"
"Y.O.L.O.," I exclaimed, grabbing my jacket.
They followed my lead, and we sneaked outside, hopped on our bikes, and started riding aimlessly. After a while, we realized we didn't know where we were heading. I pulled out my phone and searched for nearby clubs on Google.
Several options popped up, so I clicked on one, and we continued our drunken ride.
Suddenly, my phone began to ring, and I knew exactly who was calling: my mother. Panicking, I yelled to Eman and Darjan to stop and not say a word. After pulling over to the sidewalk, I answered the phone with a stutter, "H-hello, Mom."
"Dionis, where are you? It's already midnight," she scolded.
"Oh, I forgot to ask if I could sleep over at a friend's house tonight," I pretend to be innocent.
"Who is the friend?" she inquired.
"Borce, Mom. Don't you remember me telling you about him?" I asked.
"Yes, I remember. Well, alright, you can sleep over tonight, but next time ask first," she agreed.
"Thanks, Mom. Love you. Bye," I hung up, and we continued cycling toward the club.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the club, where the music was so loud that it could be heard from outside. As it was my first time at a club, I felt nervous. When we reached the front door, two guards stopped us and asked for our IDs.
"We don't have them, but we're old enough," Eman claimed.
"I'm sorry, but without IDs, I can't let you in," the guard replied.
Darjan and Eman began to argue with the guards, and a fight seemed imminent. To avoid being thrown out, I pulled out my wallet and offered the guards $100.
"This should be enough, right?" I asked.
"Hmm, $100 each, and we'll let you through, kid," one of the guards replied.
"Sure thing," I agreed and handed another $100 to the other guard.
The guards opened the door for us, and we were allowed to enter the club.