When AFTERPARTYING never ends.

Saturday morning. Exausted from a night of club-dancing and chilling, we end up in Mr. Robinson, the last beach of the night tour, when testosterone levels are high and it blurs
the sight. We keep it cool up to 6:30 in the morning, dancing Russian songs, drinking Estonia beer and chick-hunting. The bouncers calmly invite me to leave the place, but no before memorizing a playable number. Nick proposes to go afterparty at his place, the international crew enthusiastically follows. We end up at the 12th floor of high-rise conodminium: the window portraits horizontally the city in its dawning (which is generally cloudy in Estonia ). Jamaican flag on the right wall, ravished's Bob Marley stare at us on our back, last R&B hit-songs on, the couch welcome our tiredness. 2 ladies start to sexy/belly dance in front of the window, I can't believe my eyes, it's a movie, a real one, done by us. In a pot of confused emotions, the adrenaline fill in the room. Nick's
Belgian hilarious friends start they infinite list of spontanous jokes: it's a blast of laughs...-)
I shyly follow the sexy dancer in an attempt to melt with their movements: girls are on, I restrain two impatients hands over my breast. Alcohol is our fuel and keep us going for some hours still. Vadim leaves us as in few hours he has to be at work-place( but as we heard, he felt asleep while walking towards the office and end up instead in front of Hollywood club..maybe led by some uncoscious strength).
Well, the party will end just because Nick and his friends, which came expressly from Belgium to spend a nice weekend, had to meet Nick's father and present themselves in a mannered way.
I will have an hard time to forget those moments and my friends too!