Paralia, Greece 2008...

It was a very hot summer indeed. Me and my boys decided that we should stay at the apartment that day. Kicking around, talking about chicks like all 18 year old dudes do, drinking some Ouzo, just relaxing on a balcony from the long last night. With a few countries away from the homeland, you could say it was a very good runaway from all the problems we had back home.
At about 7 p.m., i took a quad myself, and hit for the next town to check some prices, and get some beer. It was a funny ride. On a halfway, even though I was highly intoxicated, I overtook the squad car like I was begging to be stopped.
But they had a strict rule: "Don't mess with the tourists!". I finally arrived to the place at about 8h where a story took place...

Hmmm this is some good music in this bar... Park the quad and hit the counter! What an awesome place! Girls everywhere, but I'm not in a condition to dance...
*$*&"*$..
#I don't speak Greek, sorry. Can I get a Mojito?
Something else please, I'm on my feet all day. Something from the frigde?
She is blinking a couple of times trying to convince me, it annoys me even more. Let's light up a cigarette and put her on a hold...
A minute later...
#No, make me a Mojito!
&"*$
While she shakes, mix and decorate that cocktail I don't even fancy, let me enjoy her hips, her breasts, oh and her face. This is one hell of a view!
#Kako bih te kresnuo! (Damn I'd f*ck you)
Excuse me!?
#I said: Damn I'd f*ck you
Razumela sam i prvi put, htela sam da vidim šta ćeš da mi kažeš na engleskom. Hvala! (I unerstood the first time, just wanted to hear what will you say in English. Thanks!)
I like her I guess, let's order one glass of the cocktail a time...

I wake up in a moldy dusty room, with some empty bottles of Mythos and a question: "How the hell did I got here?" I could smell my ethanol-nicotine breath, it feels like I would spit black. It's 11 a.m. Damn! The guys must be worried...
They might ca...where is my phone? Oh great, quad keys are missing too!
Remember, remember! The bar! Let's go there, something must be found.
My shirt is in vomit! Not dressing that up... Naked yey!

After 2 hours of looking around, thank God! And the quad is here... Can't be that bad. Who is this guy at the bar now?
#Excuse me!
Lazooo! How you doing my friend?
#Yeah, I'm great.
Who the f*ck is this guy?
#Listen, have you found my keys or phone?
Keys... Here you go. And don't try to drive drunk again! About the phone...
#Yes?!
You donated it to the tripper charity. I knew you will not remember...
#To what?
Kidding. Here is my phone, call it! It must still be with Ivona (Serb name)
#Hey thanks!

#Halo!
'alo majmune, dolazi ovamo! Ivona te jadna čeka od sinoć... (You monky, get over here. Poor Ivona is waiting for you the whole night).
#Ok.

#Dude, what happened last night? How can the bartender from here, show up in my apartment in the next town, with my phone, and I'm still here.
What? Ivona is not a bartender here, her sister is!
Another grenade, great!
Oh' man, you probably don't remember my name neither!?
Jorgos...What?
#Jorgos..?
Yeah, like your friend from Cyprus...
What the f*ck was I lying about? Drunk idiot...
Ok, I'll tell you what heppened:

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Jorgos will tell the rest of a story another day, now I'm a bit tired to proceed writing. Hope I didn't bore you to death.
# - My lines in dialog.