vorfreude
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- Posted: Thu, 21 Aug 2014 03:42:31 +0000
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Ivan stumbled towards the idling coach bus, his feet almost moving on its own accord. He may or may not have had a little too much at the bar tonight—having lost count on his ninth drink. Or was it his fifteenth? Whatever. “This is great!” his speech slurred, combined with the thick Russian accent slipping out, his words were nearly incomprehensible. “Fvck this s**t”, he grumbled angrily at the now-dirtied red rug at his feet. Ivan threw in an obscene gesture for good measure. That’ll show it. Stupid rug.
The short flight of steps of the vehicle proved to be an even harder task than the monster rug. Thankfully, Ivan made it into a seat near the middle of the bus unscathed. His head lulled against the window to his right as a pained groan escaped from his lips. “Bus driver! What are you doing?!” he yelled heatedly, “I can get you fired, you know! Fat sack of diet coke and McDonald's salads.” Another groan.
Images from the awards show had probably made their way on to the Internet. He didn’t doubt the fact that images of his beet red, starry-eyed face were already printed out and ready to be tacked on to the walls of man-starved preteens. Ha! They were probably making rounds on the Beehive website too. He would regret it later—those horrible, unflattering pictures—but now he was too inebriated to care. Ivan was numb.
It was a good numb though. He was hella ready to party some more.
"Hey lesbian chick. Don't you dare sit within five feet of me..." He shot a look at Jillian. Both of them has had some beef in the past. Ivan having written a blog post about women that happened to feature the redhead. It wasn't even that bad. He had just said that Jillian was borderline "man" with her tomboyish way and would, therefore, not be attractive in any straight guy's eyes. Okay. He had linked her Beehive profile page too. Cue the Ivan-Jillian shitstorm of 2013. What had started off as bickering back and forth evolved into full-blown "fanwars", if you will. Fans on both sides leaving nasty comments and trying to get their pages and content suspended. Things have calmed down a bit now, but there's still bad blood between the pair.
TIME SKIP
His head had cleared quite a bit by the time the group arrived at the London home. It was impressive, but nothing he hadn't seen when he was still dating you-know-who. While some of the others were still in awe at the sheer size of the place, Ivan made his way on to the first floor and went straight to the fridge. Hey. A way to a man's heart is through his stomach, right? He nodded his head in satisfaction, but his face was quickly pulled into a grimace. The motion threatened to start a full-blown alcohol-induced headache. "We have some alcohol in the fridge!" he hollered out at the other honeybees. "Get your asses up here, so we can get this ******** party started, you govniuk."*
The russian blogger headed towards the spacious living room much difficulty as he was trying to carry as many bottles of alcohol as he can in his arms. Ivan dropped them onto the rug gracelessly. What was up with all the rugs today? Out to get him and s**t.
govniuk = shithead
goodnight burrito