twist

there was a party in my house. Ay was there too and she was making drinks and shots for my friends. there was ten of us and we were drinking and playing Twister. we fell down after the game and somehow i found myself with my head on my friend's chest, listening to his pounding heart. it felt so good and save.
then we went downstairs and everyone had another shot. one of the girls told me that the party was great. after that little talk me and the boy-with-pounding-heart went away. as we stepped out, it turned out that we were in a city. that city was London, though i've never been there and couldn't see any of characteristic buildings. he invited me to have some ice cream and, possibly, some coffee. we went to a small café and i saw he had not enough money and i said i didn't want anything. but he was determined and when he talked to the waiter, i realized that he had been working there and the money wasn't a problem.
after that, he embraced me and said he loved me. (just like the man in the book i'm reading.)
we went to another (or maybe the same?) café and sat behind a table. nearby there was a woman with two boys. one of them was around our age. when i looked closer, i recognized a friend from high school. i was glad to see him, but my companion didn't look pleased. it turned out that the boys know each other. and dislike each other. then my friend from high school, who was always a gentleman for me, said something that changed my mind. he accused (yes, that's the word) my boy-with-pounding-heart of having "a village accent", because his mother lived in the countryside. i lost my rag and yelled at him to shut up, asked if i have "a village accent" because both of my parents had their roots in the countryside and told him that he was a boor and, if interested so much in his language, he should study linguistics instead of law. but i said all that half dreaming and my dream didn't last long enough for me to hear the answer.