“The devil pulled me to agree to this adventure,” I thought, trying to choose from my things, something more decent.

I studied at the second year of university, and my friend knocked me to attend one event, which was arranged by his friend. And to be more precise, some kind of familiar friend. In general, they needed to catch up on more extras.

“And I, as a fool, agreed,” I grumbled, going over my things.

No matter what I put on myself, it looked as though I had taken these items from the fight from some homeless person. The range was not rich, and what did they want from a poor student, after all?

“Put on more decently, there will be television” - the words of my friend emerged in memory.

- Fuck you ... - I swore through my teeth, pulling on my jeans and a fresh shirt.

I spun around in front of the mirror and waved my hand:

- Come down.

Having closed the door of the removable odnushki, I went outside. It was late spring outside, but it was already hot in summer, so at least the weather favored the walk.

“The blessing is not far and the free drinks were promised ...” - I encouraged myself, walking down the street.

The event was planned in the old exhibition hall, which recently otmarafetili and thus decided to celebrate its next opening. After about ten minutes I was already standing at the main entrance, looking around and not finding a single familiar face.

I took out the phone and quickly found my friend’s number:

- Where are you?

...

- How not to work? What am I supposed to hatch here, I don't know anyone!

...

- Fuck you!

I dropped the call and put the phone in my pocket. Looking at the crowd of people standing at the entrance, I was about to leave, but at the last moment, having figured that here at least the havchik would be free, he spat on everything and began to squeeze inside.

“The exhibition of works ...” - I began to read on a poster in front of the entrance, but at that moment I was pushed from behind, and I went inside.

In general, it turned out to be an exhibition of a local artist, allegedly promising. Plus, the presentation of a book of local hacks and stuff, stuff, stuff.

Oddly enough, the people gathered up decently. From nothing to do, I began to wander the rooms. The building was old and, even after redecoration, it was visible to the naked eye. On the second floor I found several spacious rooms, in one of which chairs were arranged for the presentation, and in the other - a table was laid.

Walking through the rooms hung with paintings, I squeezed into the table and took a cheap glass filled with the same inexpensive champagne. Having overturned him in one gulp, I took another one and, throwing a piece of cheese in my mouth, moved aside.

Apparently, the majority of those who came, hung out here for the same reasons as I, so almost everyone huddled around the table.

“Well, to hell with you,” I thought, and after draining the second glass, I climbed over another.

Drunk alcohol, on an empty stomach, pleasantly hit in the head, and being here was not so painful. I began to look at the visitors. The people here were from small to large. There were also children scurrying about between their legs, and old age old men in three-piece suits, and ladies in dresses who are in that much.

I decided that I would stay here for another half an hour, and then I would go home. And my conscience is clear and I will put a friend on beer later, for being marinated here alone. But ... everything turned out to be much more interesting.

After some time, everyone was called into the next room to listen to the presentation. From the heat and freebies of champagne, many have defaced, and after the performance, as usual, they began to form groups of interests.

Since I did not know anyone, I just wandered aimlessly around the halls, sometimes going up to the table with snacks. Once again, walking, I noticed another room previously unexamined, which to my inexpressible joy turned out to be a large balcony.Coming out of the stuffy room into the fresh air, I leaned on the old railings with stucco and blissfully sipped champagne when a pleasant voice called out to me.

- Hello.

I turned around and saw a girl, about her own age, in a long thin dress that favorably emphasizes her slender girl camp.

- Hi, - I smiled.

“I'm sorry to distract you, just ...” she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand, “the boredom is terrible here ...”

It was evident that she was a bit tipsy, and almost empty glass in her hands, confirmed my guess.

In general, met two loneliness.

As it turned out, she, too, was invited by a friend, who then quietly screwed her somewhere, accidentally grabbing her purse. In the hope that she would return to Tanya, and that was the name of the girl, I had to be bored alone at this event. In order to somehow pass the time she decided to chat with me. So we met.

Together it was much more interesting. We made fun of overdressed guests, their speeches, and the whole environment. Having yet to say a glass, the girl said that she needed to leave, and I went and brought more champagne.

Tanya was not quite long.

- Nightmare! - she went to the balcony, literally sweating profusely. - Do not break into the female toilet. A lot of people. The windows are all closed. I thought I'd die there. Hardly doperpela.

She giggled drunkenly again. I handed her a glass of champagne, and we continued the ragged conversation. After her words, about the toilet, I realized that this is exactly what I, too, would not hurt. Bowing, I quickly found the right room. Fortunately, there were almost no people near the men's room, but to the women’s yes ... Having quickly done my job, I went back.

- So fast? - the girl raised an eyebrow in surprise.

- What is there to do for a long time? - I broke into a smile. - I always wondered why there were such queues in women's toilets.

“Well ...” she giggled.

Drunk alcohol and stuffiness finally turned her head. A flush played on his cheeks, and his bright eyes smiled slyly.

- It's not so simple. While you’ll figure it out with all the skirts, you’ll make your nose go, you’ll let the sponge down ...

She began to enumerate what, you can still take the restroom, than pretty amused me.

After a couple more glasses, the girl left again, and she was not much longer. When she returned, she had no face.

- What happened? Are there traffic jams again? - I tried to joke.

“Yes ...” she waved her hand. - In the women's toilet some kind of malfunction, and it was closed to hell. Now everyone is standing in the men's line and this line is like in a mausoleum ...

- Well, did you even have time?

Judging by how she shifted from one foot to the other, no.

- Damn, - she squeezed her lips so that they turned into a narrow striped. - You do not know? Maybe there is where in the vicinity? ..

I figured out how to help her in this situation. The exhibition center was a little away from the pedestrian streets, so there were no cafes or any shops in the vicinity. Only residential buildings.

“If only somewhere outside?” - I sympathetically shrugged.

- Have you gone crazy? In the middle of the day? She shouted at me.

I looked outside. The time was approaching evening, but it was still quite light outside.

- Then I dont know. I'm sorry - I spread my hands. - If only...

- What?

I looked at the half-empty glass in my hand.

“If only somewhere,” I pointed at the glass.

- Are you kidding me! She poked me in the ribs and rolled her eyes again. - Heck! Heck! Heck! Where is this proshmandovka with my purse.

I took a little sip and listened to myself. Thank God I have not yet propped up and the near future, I was not threatened to be in the same situation. Meanwhile, the girl leaned on the railing, biting her lip. Drunk alcohol clearly prevented her from thinking clearly, and in the process she was looking for a way out of her body. I looked at her. Thin matter smoothly wrapped around her elastic hips, and now, when she leaned slightly over the railing, through it were slightly visible ...