In a secret location in France, (roughly 2 miles east from Morzine) at around 5 am (or 6) me and this hot Danish girl went to her apartment, well that's what we tried at least, because we were both severely intoxicated we couldn’t get to the right floor, so instead of the complicated elevator we tried to get to the correct floor by the staircase that was never used.
And as strange as it sounds, at 5 am (or 6) a cold, hard, urine stained staircase seemed like the most romantic and erotic place in the world and we started to make out. That soon evolved into drunken sex. During our savage act we where completely oblivious to our surroundings.
And before I know it I’m suddenly not staring at the stairs but at a German family that had sneaked in. When I’m drunk I feel like the dominant Alpha male and yelled: “Get out of my room” whilst pointing really badly something which probably didn’t look or sound as cool as it did in my head at the time.
Whilst the woman covered the eyes of her kids we quickly collected our things and ran away, somehow we made the way to her apartment, finished the deed and went to bed. I woke up four hours later and when I left I forgot my scarf.
I fucking loved that scarf.