Antonio, Bernard, and Eva could hardly wait to finally enter the festival grounds. They impatiently endured the long line. Eva, nervous, fidgeted with her bracelets and adjusted her two long braids. Meanwhile, Antonio and Bernard each drank a beer and teased each other, laughing loudly at their own jokes, unconcerned that a few people were constantly staring at them. Eva’s bag hid a decorative flask, which she had filled with rum at home. She had already taken a few sips along the way. It was an old habit of the three friends to drink at home or on the way to the venue to save money. In their opinion, drinking on-site would have cost too much.
As soon as they got through the gate, Eva immediately headed for the bathroom. She quickly checked her makeup and whether her cleavage was showing enough of her breasts. She also liked to leave part of her buttocks exposed in her denim shorts. She couldn’t resist the admiring glances. She had worked hard for her shapely butt and athletic figure. She didn’t wear a bra either. Thanks to silicone, her breasts were perfectly shaped. The fact that her nipples stood out under her tight tops, she found particularly exciting. She believed that the more of herself she showed, the better. After all, in her mind, this way she wasn’t hiding anything, and whoever might take her from the party to the bedroom wouldn’t be disappointed.
She loved to conquer, dazzle, seduce, and make love frequently, with as many varied partners as possible. For processing any potential discomfort, she turned to alcohol as her partner. Although they didn’t talk about it, it wasn’t a secret that she occasionally ended up in the beds of her two best friends, Antonio and Bernard. There was never any jealousy or conflict because neither of them wanted anything more from Eva than a quick fling. For Eva, these encounters were more friendly gestures after a party full of excitement. Since neither of her friends was in peak condition, especially when drunk, Eva was never the one to initiate.
They had been planning to attend the festival for at least one day for a long time. This summer, it had been especially hard to coordinate a time when all three friends were free. Bernard even started a diet to look his best. Eva teased him, saying that every girl would turn to look at him. Antonio, on the other hand, struggled with losing weight. He went to a gym but said he felt uncomfortable because he couldn’t spend more than a few minutes on each exercise machine. But Eva’s persistence paid off. She was even willing to give up drinking beer for half a year. She realized that beer was her biggest enemy in maintaining her figure. On her friend’s advice, she switched to wine, specifically red wine, because she believed it was much healthier.
Bernard, holding his beer bottle high, sang at the top of his lungs. Antonio danced beside him, jumping around without a care. He felt a little dizzy but didn’t mind. When he got tired, he would just lie down on the grass and catch his breath. True, the doctor had forbidden him from any intense physical activity. He had recommended long walks in the fresh air instead. But now Antonio wanted to party, not worry about his heart. Eva swayed her hips sensually, sometimes clasping her hands above her head, other times slowly caressing her breasts. She secretly watched how the nearby guys reacted.
“You know,” said one of them, who was intently watching the three friends, “if I’m jumping around like that between eighty and death, I’ll be damn satisfied with my life.”
“Eighty? Are you crazy? They can’t be more than sixty…”
“I don’t know, but that old guy rolling around on the grass doesn’t look too good. Shouldn’t we call someone from the first aid tent?”
“Yeah. Let’s hurry before something bad happens.”