I know, I know I'm a beast for not writing so long. But I wrote know (hopeful smile that you won't kill me). It's actually a continuation of the previous chapter. It has no Blakey in it still (poor Blakey, not even a word about him). It's more of an introduction of Sam's character and his 'relationship with Adam'. And it has Russians in it!
We were sitting in some bar eating fast foods. Aside from Mike that had long dark hair just like Sam (but didn't look girlish at all), guitarist David and bassist Jake were blonds. Later it turned out that they're brothers. Comically the taller and more muscular Jake was the younger brother.
They were very nice to me, and already treated me like their friend. Well, Sam treated me to much like a friend. I mean she … he started poking me, occasionally holding me. And he said my name with that strange happiness, you know when you say 'yuppie'. And sometimes he said it without any reason, just for the action itself. Okay, so he was a little weird. And he bickered with Adam all the time.
David and Jake were quite simply extreme flirts. When they weren't trying to get my attention, they were winking at some other girls. It was quite funny that they both always seemed to have interested in one girl at the same time.
Mike was the most normal and several times asked me to excuse his friends. I said him that I expected no less from Adam's buddies. Both Adam and Sam were scandalized by that statement.
Later we went to a club. I didn't know this place, but the rest seemed to know almost everyone there. We found a table, but soon me and Sam stayed alone. Mike went to talk with a friend, which he saw and that owned him money. The brothers went to find some chicks. Adam said he's 'going to find some Russians'.
"Why did he go to find Russians?" I asked intrigued.
"Because they have vodka" said Sam like it was obvious.
"And we can't buy one?"
"No, of course we can. He just says it's no fun to drink with Americans"
"That's kind of stereotypical opinion"
"Maybe, but none of us can match up with him in drinking."
"Why?"
"Because he's Polish"
"That doesn't mean he's automatically a heavy drinker."
"How should I know? I've met about six Polish including Adam. But he speaks a hell lot about his country."
"He's a patriot?" I asked.
"I'm not sure. It's just that in other country your nationality makes you feel special, or something." He said sighting. We sat in silence for a while.
"Do you want to dance?" I asked hopefully. I really wanted to dance a little on a party.
"I'm not mad. Do you think I'll embarrass myself in front of a professional dancer?"
"I'm not professional"
"But you will be" he said smiling.
"How could you know that?"
"Because Adam said you would. And he knows something about talented people."
I felt flattered and apologized in my head for thinking he's a moron sometimes.
"How did you two met?" I asked. I hoped he didn't feel interrogated.
"Me and Adam? Oh, it's a really strange story. You see I had some problems with boys from my school. I was trying to escape from them. Accidentally one of them run straight on Adam, who was eating a chocolate ice cream, and it fell to the ground. You can probably imagine how angry he got. And he run after us. We ended up beating them up and became friends."
"You mean that you won the fight?"
"I was hoping you didn't ask that." He said smiling. He had a really nice smile in comparison to Adam's smirk. "We ended up in hospital actually. Had a lot of time to get to know each other."
"You're both crazy" I said with amusement. "Do you like him, by the way?" I tried an open approach. He smiled.
"Why, I knew you'd ask. He definitely states that he's not gay."
"I wasn't asking about that. You're keeping me away from the subject."
"How long are we talking?" he said licking his lips.
"About half an hour" I said disorientated.
"We should go find Adam. By this time he's probably drunk as hell."
We found him dancing and singing (in russian, or polish, so I didn't understand).Russians were dancing with him of course. He looked quite devastated by the drink and I felt respect for him that he didn't trip over his own feet. I planned to take it from there, but Sam started shouting at him, which (I'm not quite sure why) resulted in a drinking contest. I thought that Sam will win, Adam was quite drunk already. But I was mistaken. Now I had two drunks on my head.
Sam wrapped his arms over Adam's shoulders and tried holding him, but Adam just pushed him away again. Unhappy Sam got closer to me.
"T's not faire! Polish ar just like thy damn country. Beautiful but cold." He said in his strange drunken voice.
Resigned I shoved them both on the dance floor. Alcohol should evaporate quicker. At last I hoped so.
Sorry Americans. It's not like you can't drink, but just, well, Russians you know! Whenever I think about vodka I think of Russians.
Review please! And tell me, would you like for Adam and Sam to end together? I know, it's not a slash story and all, so I won't do that, but how would you actually like that?
