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บท 27: Having Fun For The First Time In A While

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.

Arriving in front of the 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.

We were all excited due to meeting with the Adem Krasniqi and not fucking up something.

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, but these trash aren't allowed on my house." replied his father, directing his insult at me and Eman.

"Stop being so childish." I said.

Darjan's father rose aggressively from his worn-out couch. "What did you just say, you little fuck?!" His anger erupted like a volcano, spewing forth molten rage. "You two stole a lot of money from me, and now you're saying I'm fucking childish?!" His voice reverberated through the room, the hatred for us within him flowing out.

Taking a deep breath, I held my ground. "Yeah, since I've returned all the money and even more to Darjan," I replied, my voice steady and unwavering.

Darjan, standing beside me, affirmed my words. "Yeah, Dad, he gave me the money back,"

Still seething with anger, Darjan's father pointed an accusing finger at us. "Still, they broke into our house and attacked us!"

"If your son hadn't stolen my money, I wouldn't have done anything to you," I said, side eyeing Darjan.

"What?! he did that?"

I pressed on, determined to set things right. "Yea, now sit back down on the couch. Mine and Darjan's problem has already been solved," I asserted firmly.

"No, I-" His father's protest was cut short, interrupted by my stern gaze and the truth hanging heavily in the air. The evidence of his wrongdoing was in my possession, a sword hanging over his head.

"Before you continue, you do realize you stabbed Eman, and I have the evidence," I interjected, my voice calm but laced with menace. "So sit down and let's forget about the past."

A mixture of anger and surrender sparked in his eyes as he disagreeably complied. "Tsk, fucking prick, fine," he muttered under his breath.

Reluctantly, Darjan's father settled back onto the worn cushions of the couch, and we did that as well. With a shared sense of relief, I retrieved the bottles of alcohol from Eman's backpack, However, our excitement was short-lived when Darjan's dad asked in a stern tone, "Little shits, 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 before saying,

"Well fuck it, let me join in boys!"

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 nor the dad.

Eager to unwind, Darjan's father rose from his seat and disappeared into the kitchen. Moments later, he returned carrying bottles of red bulls and various types of sodas.

"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 they had drunk many times before. But I didn't.

We started mixing Jägermeister with Red Bulls and juices, 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 a genuinely enjoyable experience, providing a much-needed escape from the immense stress I had as a young teen with the responsibility that even average adults don't have.

Our vibe was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. Darjan's father answered it, only to be met with a furious neighbor screaming at him.

"Are you fucking crazy! It's 10 pm, and all my kids are sleeping. If you don't quiet down, I'll call the police!"

The insult hurled towards him was enough to make anyone angry, but Darjan's father took a different approach due to his drunken state. 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 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, sitting down on the couch and beginning drinking cup after cup until he was thoroughly drunk.

He ended up staying with us, and we all refocused on the game, putting the interruption behind us.

"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, and 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 wasted, 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?"

"Fuck yea!" I exclaimed, grabbing my jacket.

They followed my lead, and we sneaked outside, hopped on our bikes, and started riding aimlessly narrowly avoiding crashes every few minutes. 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?"

"Yes, I remember. Well, alright, you can sleep over tonight, but next time ask first,"

"Thanks, Mom. Love you. Bye," I hung up, putting my phone in the pocket and shouted, "Bros! let's fucking go!" Excited that my mom allowed me to stay the night outside the house, we continued cycling toward the club.

After twenty minutes, we found ourselves standing before a magnificent structure, where the music was so loud that it could be heard from outside. A tingling sense of anticipation mixed with nervousness coursed through me. The imposing front door awaited our arrival, flanked by two muscular guards whose hands stretched out towards us, halting our eager footsteps. Their vigilant gazes assessed us, one of them demanding identification.

"We don't have them, but we're old enough," Eman asserted confidently, trying to sway the guards with words alone.

The guard's voice remained firm yet regretful as he replied, "I'm sorry, but without IDs, I can't let you in."

Frustration sparked in Darjan and Eman, their voices rising in aggression. To avoid being thrown out before even stepping foot on the club, I Gently, I grabbed my wallet from the pocket grabbed a 100 dollar bill and extended the offering towards the guards, hoping to sway their unwavering stance. "This should be enough, right?"

A subtle glimmer of consideration flickered in the guard's eyes as he mulled over the proposition. "Hmm, $100 each, and we'll let you through, kid,"

"Greedy bastard, sure" I agreed and handed another $100 to the other guard.

The guards opened the door for us. With a nod of acceptance, they granted us passage, and we stepped into the immersive realm of the club, ready to embrace the thrills that awaited within.


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Dionis_Asani Dionis_Asani

Just turn off your brain and enjoy life once in a while- Author

บท 28: A Great Time Turned Into Chaos

The guards opened the door for us, and we were allowed to enter the club.

Stepping inside, I was taken aback by the intense heat and unpleasant smell that filled the air. Although it was initially bothersome, I eventually grew accustomed to it.

Anxiously navigating through the tightly packed crowd, the three of us made a path for the counter. Without hesitation, we downed shot after shot of vodka. There was no room to move which made me so annoyed. A massive amount of strangers were all cramped inside a small building, I didn't get why that was fun for people.

Darjan and Eman hit the dance floor while I struggled to cope with the deafening music that made my head throb with pain. The strobe lights relentlessly flickered into my eyes, and coupled with the alcohol, making it difficult to enjoy the experience.

In search of a place where there weren't so many people, I found a chair in the distance and took a seat.

While observing the people from far away looking at them having fun, a stranger approached me, seemingly aware of my discomfort. "Hey, are you okay? You don't seem well," he asked with concern.

"I'm fine, I just had a bit too much to drink," I dismissed him, shrugging off his inquiry.

"That happens a lot here. Can I bring you some water to help you feel better?" he offered kindly.

"Nah, that's alright. I just need to relax for a bit," I responded.

"Well, if you need to relax, I have something that might help you," he uttered, his voice carrying a hint of mystery.

Intrigued, I asked, "What's that?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a pill. At first, it looked familiar, and after a moment, I realized why: it was one of the ecstasy pills my men were selling.

"You want it? It's an ecstasy pill, bound to induce euphoria and all that. Familiar with it?" he asked.

"Of course I know, and for how much are you selling one?"

"15$, That's the cheapest you'll find here," he boasted.

"That lying bastard I am the one who sells Ecstasy pills the cheapest in Trbovlje" I fumed inwardly, infuriated by his audacity. "Hahaha, the cheapest you say? Well, I'm not interested in drugs," I replied, disguising my anger.

"Why bro, just try it once it won't hurt you."

"No man, I don't want it."

"Come on just try it." he said attempting to put the ecstasy in my mouth.

I forcefully pushed him away and stud up from my chair, shouting, "I don't want it fucker!"

He appeared somewhat annoyed but left without saying a word.

After a while of sitting, I finally started to feel better. I stood up and headed to the dance floor, where I danced to my heart's content, completely losing myself in the music. I was having such a great time that I forgot I was even with Eman and Darjan. It wasn't until a couple of hours had passed, and I went to the restroom, that I stumbled upon them.

"Yo Dionis, where were youuu?" Eman slurred, completely wasted.

"I wanna puke," groaned Darjan, who after vomited all over the floor.

Even though I was wasted as fuck, I sensed that something was wrong. Both of them were acting strangely.

"Hey, you bozos, look at me in my eyes," I demanded.

"What?" slurred Eman, burping loudly.

I grabbed Eman's cheeks looked at his eyes and noticed that his pupils were dilated to the point where his irises were barely visible. I realized at once that the two of them bought ecstasy from that shady stranger.

Disappointed I scolded Eman "Are you fucking stupid Eman? how can you eat something a stranger in a fucking club gave you" Turning to Darjan "And you too Darjan clean your fucking puke up and get out of the bathroom."

"SuRe BoSs" he stood up and started walking to grab some tissue, but as he stepped forward, he stepped on his own vomit falling down and knocking himself out cold.

"YoOoO DioNis Diidd You see Him FalL haHhahHha" Eman laughed, finding the whole situation more hilarious than anyone should.

"Shut the fuck up Eman! don't you fucking see he is knocked out" I snapped, rushing to Darjan's side, my open palm met his cheek repeatedly until he finally stirred awake.

"Ugh my hEad HurTs" Darjan moaned, holding his head and sitting in his vomit.

"No shit man stand up let's go home, this shit ain't fun no more." I said while helping him get up.

Exiting the bathroom, our original intention of going home dissolved into thin air as Eman, still under the influence, suggested yet another shot. Succumbing to the temptingness of a momentary thrill, we returned to the bartender and threw back more drinks. While drinking and laughing we completely forgot that we wanted to go home, but then a girl with short dark hair approached us.

"Hi~ my name is Sophia I just noticed you guys from a far away and seemed fun to hang out with." She said, her gaze fixed on Eman, giving me the impression that she was interested in him.

"Yo my name is Dionis and these two are my friends Eman and Darjan" I introduced myself and my boys, to Sophia. Offering a drink, I invited her to join us, and she settled herself beside Eman.

They started talking, leaving Darjan and me feeling a bit left out. Without saying a word, I grabbed Darjan and walked away. Eman confused to why we were leaving, looked at me, but I only winked at him and the two of us left to dance, he seemed to understand my intentions smiling back.

"You smell like shit Darjan, all your puke dried onto your clothes." I said while walking to the dance floor.

As the sun began to rise and people started leaving the club, Darjan and I also decided it was time to go home. The alcohol for me and ecstasy and alcohol for him was wearing off, and we were no longer in the mood for partying.

We looked around the club for Eman, hoping to leave with him, but he was nowhere to be found. After five minutes of searching, we were about to give up and just go home, but luckily we found him just before leaving in a corner of the club, with Sophia and a couple of men cornering them.

We sprinted toward them ready to defend Eman.

"Yo what the fuck is going here?" Darjan asked pushing the men away.

"This fat ass is hitting on my chick, fool" one of the men sneered, revealing himself as Sophia's possessive boyfriend.

"If the bitch want's Eman then fuck off!" I shouted back.

however the boyfriend ignored my statement and grabbed Sophia aggressively, dragging her with him. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded for Eman's help and of course the soft hearted Eman immediately helped her by punching the boyfriend in the mouth.

Both sides were frozen, but it didn't last long as the boyfriend's friends started punching Eman back without hesitation.

Darjan grabbed a vodka bottle and hit one man on the head making his head bleed and fall to the ground unconscious.

[BOOM!] [BANG!] [BOOM!] [BOOM!] [BANG!]

A big fight broke out, and all of us started fighting. Punches were thrown left and right, Darjan getting knocked out first.

It seemed like we were going to lose the fight when the security guards arrived and attempted to stop the fight. However, instead of stopping the fight, One of the guards got punched, and they all started swinging back. it became an all-out brawl, with tables and chairs being smashed, bottles being thrown, and people getting knocked out left and right and center.

Finally, after a lot of pain and destruction we heard the police siren. So the fight quickly ended and all the men started running away from the fear of the police, Eman noticed Sophia standing on the sidelines, crying and trembling in fear. He ran over to her and hugged her.

"It's gonna be alright," he confronted her, taking her hand in his.

"I don't know what to do," she said, tears streaming down her face. "I thought I was going to die."

"You're safe now," he reassured her, pulling her into a warm embrace. "We're going to get you out of here and make sure you're okay."

Sophia looked up at him with gratitude in her eyes, and for a moment, they simply held each other, finding comfort in the silence.

I couldn't handle the over sentimental conversation, so I interrupted "Eman, grab the girl and let's get the fuck out of here before the cops bust our asses!"


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