She switched the Louboutins with the Casadeis and the black ripped jeans with a pencil dress which flattered her cleavage. She moved as quickly as she could, grabbed the keys, the wallet, a miniature perfume,put them all in her bag and locked the door behind her. She returned some seconds later to secure whether she has locked the door, which she unlocked and locked again.
G was waiting right outside. “Shall we take my car?” she asked, before kissing him hasty on the lips. “Which one?” and she watcher her unlocking a 1940s Willys MB. He was starring at her,as always, he had learnt that every time she was so anxious he had to drive her mind away from the cause. “You are a natural talent in driving.” She laughed loudly “Are you trying to compliment me?” she asked but answered his compliment as she saw him being skeptical. “I was a lousy driver a year ago. I would use it only to reach the subway. I was so afraid. And then I took up a new instructor, a rally driver, I had to pay something more but now I can race!” He nodded ” Now I’ve got to find Mika Hakkinen for some extra tips”. She smiled proudly “You are crazy.”
She had seen him a long time before he did. She didn’t know why but she had instantly fallen in love with him. Now she loved sleeping on his strapping chest and gaze endlessly in his eyes. She felt guilty of the fact that enjoyed his jealousy, he was jealous of herto the point of smacking K., his colleage who now was her best friend. K was the cool guy, the smart, funny, favored guy, who at the moment, was waving at them outside his car.
"I wouldn’t miss it for the world." he said and welcome A with a warm hug while his girl C, a model with catish eyes and not much brain kissed G. "Shall we enter? Most of the guys are here. I hope you have invited your girlfriends A. S just broke up. I think L would fit him."
They were expected. Everyone stood up to great them, beaming with joy and then sat again singing some song while waving their hands or searching for the waitress,showing their empty glasses, asking for some more drink.
And they danced all night, on the floor and on the tables,throwing baskets with cloves which have long lost their smell, screaming and taking selfies they would never upload on the social media.They all danced glued on each other till early in the morning, when all hugged each other and got into their cars. They were not celebrating a victory but the beginning of companionship, their most important battle would start soon.
They were not the richest, smartest, most beautiful or famous people in the world, they were not undefeated or favored but you could see in their eyes the gentleness ,thirst, the willingless to walk that road. You could clearly see men full of passion, strength,and above all enthusiasm for what life reserved.