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[MiniKitty]

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My feet hurt.

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The train ride was soothing. At first, that is. Later some rowdy teens got on the train, clearly inebriated at best. Couldn't help but tense up. I'm not sure how conscious of an act it was, but Levan put an arm around me while his other hand vanished in the pocket of his jacket. He didn't have a weapon with him. Right? Those youngsters were rather loud, armed with bottles of Duskville's, one of them had his PDA play some loud quote-unquote music. Real kids from the street here. It's weird, really. We have these types of people at the Den, too. But there, everyone respects the rules. With the occasional incident, obviously. We've certainly given up on buying glass tables for the living room.

I leaned against Levan, keeping these people in the corner of my eyes. One of them spilled their drink all over a seat next to them. One of them laughs it off, one other gives the guy a shove. Foul language. Just like at the Den. Maybe going out in the middle of the night like this was not the best idea. It usually turned out to be nice. The thrill of the night. The lack of a destination. Just going with the flow. Should have put on some... more adequate clothes, though.

Yoooo, you two look super sweet, man!

Here we go. One of the guys had walked up to us, his beer can in one hand, his other hand in the pocket of his baggy jeans. Long jersey, cap backwards, peach fuzz, brown boots. Quite tall guy.

Seriously, nice catch! She into leather?

No.

Yes.

Damn dude! There's one for everyone!

At least he didn't think he was my little brother, as people usually do.

Like, seriously, I hope I get a gee-eff like her one day! My last one was such a bitch, but in the bad way, really just about the money! Wanted me to get a second job, man, didn't even have one herself. Like, man, we're not in the medieval times anymore, man. Like, look at you. Small guy, tall lady? And. It. works! Like, really, you two look so fucking cute, man, I could just watch you all night there, but like, not in a creepy way but more like, y'know, take in the scene, man!

And without hesitation, he sat down in the seat on the opposite side, leaning forward while spreading his legs, looking at the floor, then at us.

So, what's your names? I'm Donny!

Levan.

I'm Madeleine.

So nice to meet you, Leon and Mad Lynn! Badass name, man. I really got the short end of the stick with Donald, so everyone just calls me Donny. Tried to go for Don, but didn't catch on, everyone just goes for Donny, so what gives, man. But Leon and Lynn, those are cool names, man. So what are you two pretty ones doing in the middle of the night on a train? Getting home from a party or what?

We came from one.

Looking for the next one right now.

Levan...

Man, really? You two should totally come with us, man, we're like a mobile party, for real, man! We can get to know each other better, I'm like a thousand percent sure you'll fit right in.

I think we're-

Sure.

And just like that, my horribly depressed boyfriend dragged me into an improvised party group of drunk young rowdies. Donny lead us over to the rest of his troop. One worse than the next. Didn't take long for one to throw up right before we got off the train. A colorful mix of Denver's youth - the people, not the vomit. No idea what Levan's M-O was, but the way I see it, it might have prevented a negative encounter with these guys. Two of them had a spontaneous fight, and instead of trying to mediate, everyone just started to chant "Fight Fight Fight!". One got knocked out, the other got a bloody lip. Reminded me of the time when Shane rammed a fork into Kyle's neck.

We went to a corner shop and Levan got them more drinks. Hard drinks. Short time later we found a playground and the drunk boys must have felt that the attractions for toddlers were just adequate for their current mental state. Donny got on the swing and almost broke his neck when he fell off, followed by him throwing up, and some other guy named Jimmy climbed up the slide, only to piss down the slide.

Two others had another fight, yelling at each other over a bottle of Duskville's, accusing each other of stealing it. Two others laughed at their rather powerless attempts at a brawl. They pretty much fell into the sand and remained on the ground, angrily yelling at each other.

I remained next to Levan, who still seemed rather passive the entire time except when anyone talked to him. Donny offered him drinks, over and over again, but Levan refused, saying he tries to give up on alcohol. Donny respected that, so did the others. One of the three girls kept trying to get a conversation with Levan going, and to my surprise, his responses got more and more shorter over time, as I assume he understood what she was going for, with the final result being him placing a hand on my thigh and kissing me in front of her. She undestood and left, obviously not too happy.

It was the first time he kissed me like that in weeks. And it was nice.


From there on, the night only kept on escalating further, but it didn't seem to bother any of these people. They were happy. They had their alcohol, their silly fun, their venting and mending. We went to the store again, got even more drinks and snacks and moved on until we found the tunnel of an apartment complex that lead to the inner yard. And instead of going to the inner yard, we remained in the tunnel. Lots of wooden pallets, some neatly stacked, some others already having gotten victimized by other rowdies. Levan sat down on one and invited me to sit in his lap. An invitation I happily accepted. His arms around my mid. We watched the others. Donny came over to us, told us over and over again how sweet we look together, eventually asking why we are still with them and not in some cozy bedroom to make sweet love with another. Valid question.

Eventually, the sun threatened to rise, and with more and more of them passing out on the pallets, Levan and I simply left, without saying a word. He lead the way, all confident. I still don't know what exactly lead to this, but I really didn't mind the sudden change. The sky slowly turned from black to orange, with a hint of blue getting stronger and stronger. My feet hurt. Cool breeze, and yet I felt very warm. Might have had a drink or two, too. We didn't bother getting back home, and instead he lead us to a hotel. I quickly fell asleep as we got our room.



Weird to think about it. My many approaches to tickle him out of his depression failed. The only thing that managed to get him out of it, at least for now, was a night with young strangers who gave into violence and alcoholism, broke things left and right, decorated the streets with their vomit, spit and blood and probably wouldn't even remember any of it by the time they would wake up.

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