²¼ Alcohol - A lover I can't handle by RokDaZone/Infect ¹ Again we're on a party. This time it's the Party.III in Herning. We travel together through the corridors of tables, glance a little no-saying into the dazzling neonlight and try to pretend to have fun whilst bloking against the crying loudspeakers our no-saying conversation. There is the KEFRENS table... one fishy dude looks unpleased on a black-white TV-set. "This group isn't as cool as I thought it to be," you tell me. "Same about you!" I think as I know you really mean me in that moment. It is one of the parties that people expect to be funny and that - as everything - just isn't. Still we pretend to have fun - we paid for it. I wonder why decent people argue about that? Anyway... Shit, just in that moment you've faced one of your belove contacts: 15-16 years, some fresh wounds of just squeezed out spots. The perfect butthead and Beavis is short after at his side. Lovely. The first lines are as usual: ²"Hey, cool to meeeeeet you, fucking man! This party is fuckin' crazy!!! I already drank 7 bottles of beer!"¹ Ah, yes. This windy young unharmonically shaped dude wants to tell me he drank some alcohol in measures of square, odd. You tell something like this to him too and he squeezes out a ²"cooool man, fuckin' cool fuck' man, cool fuck!"¹ Then you - good heavens! - introduce me to him. He looks a little dumb, then a light of understanding. ²"Hey, I read your articles!"¹ Eeeeh, the fool spits! Why does he tell me that he reads articles? A try to be counted to the interlectuals? Seemingly not, because short after he tells me that I have to print the news that his friend has drunken 14 bottles of Tuborg (tm), 0.5 litres of Whiskey, 0.75 litres of Vodka and an entire Coke! Looking at the blokehead at his side I realise that he would fall out of his trousers if he only drank halve of that so I reduce the mass to three beers, two glasses of Coke-Whiskey (30/70) and a sipp of pure Vodka which made him feel like an outlaw. You of course have to reply and tell tales of Irata/TRSI having drunken at least two tons of salty water with a touch of Channel No.5 in it and I wish myself some cool water... Oh, have one bottle in my bag! Taking it out, I realise that you three look at me knowingly... "?" "What's in there?" The question. "Water!" I answer plainly - no reason to lie, especially when regarding that everyone now thinks that I hide some Vodka or anything near to that in it. Eyes get bigger and bigger as I sipp out 2/3 of the bottle. Let's see what news will be printed soon about me... A rotten cadaver fumbles on my bottle immediately. It's the friendly but stupid looking guard. As sympathetic as a policeman. With the behaving of an high Gestapo-officer he starts an impressive confisciating campaign. After only five minutes I manage to make him understand that this just is plain water. After further 10 minutes he is awilled to let me keep my bottle... Ok, no big news about me in the next issues, but at least I kept my water. In the evening finally, I find myself a nice niche where I place down with ²Shayera/Transonic¹ and we talk a little and have a drink together. Vodka with juice. Openly drank before the eyes of the friendly guards. We watch them checking all the guys for alcohol and have a nice time with some sipps and good conversation. All the other fools have their alcohol cofisciated and are out of themselves after the guards are away. Neat to see how they all behave near to someone official, isn't it? No wonder they get halve of their pocketmoney in liquids "stolen" when they all look like unexperienced pocketthieves. Having my mind lightly expanded, I trodd around later that night. One guy stands around with a glass of beer in is hands while around him, multiple people get their alcohol conficiated. A professional! ² Late that morning I creep into my sleeping bag and by myself grin about the heroic drinking stories that I will hear tomorrow... ³ Good night!