Cora Carmack - Finding It

EVERYONE DESERVES ONE grand adventure, that one time in life that we always get to point back to and say, Then then I was really living.

Adventures dont happen when youre worried about the future or tied down by the past. They only exist in the now. And they always, always come at the most unexpected time, in the least likely of packages. An adventure is an open window; and an adventurer is the person willing to crawl out on the ledge and leap.

I told my parents I was going to Europe to see the world and grow as a person (not that Dad listened beyond the second or third word, which is when I slipped in that I was also going to spend his money and piss him off as much as possible. He didnt notice). I told my professors that I was going to collect experiences to make me a better actor. I told my friends I was going to party.

In reality, it was a little of all of those things. Or maybe none of them.

Sometimes, I just got that strange niggling sensation at the back of my mind, like the insistent buzz of a mosquito, that I was missing something.

I wanted to experience something extraordinary, something more. I refused to believe that my best years were all behind me now that Id graduated from college. And if adventures only existed in the now, that was the only place I wanted to exist, too.

After nearly two weeks of backpacking around Eastern Europe, I was becoming an expert at just that.

I trekked down the dark city street, my stiletto heels sticking in between the cobblestones. I kept a tight hold on the two Hungarian men that Id met earlier in the evening, and we followed the other two in our group. I guess, technically, I had met them last night, since we were now into the early hours of morning.

For the life of me, I couldnt keep their names straight. And I wasnt even drunk yet.

Okay so maybe I was a little drunk.

I kept calling Tams, Istvn. Or was that Andrs? Oh well. They were all hot with dark hair and eyes, and they knew four words in English as far as I could tell.

American. Beautiful. Drink. Dance.

As far as I was concerned, those were the only words they needed to know. At least I remembered Katalins name. Id met her a few days ago, and wed hung out almost every night since. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement. She showed me around Budapest, and I charged most of our fun on Daddys credit card. Not like he would notice or care. And if he did, hed always said that if money didnt buy happiness, then people were spending it wrong.

Thanks for the life lessons, Daddy.

Kelsey, Katalin said, her accent thick and exotic. Damn, why couldnt I have one of those? Id had a slight Texas twang when I was younger, but my years in theatre had all but beat that out of me. She said, Welcome to the ruin bars.

Ruin bars.

I paused in ruffling Istvns hair (or the one I called Istvn anyway) to take in where we were. We stood on an empty street filled with dilapidated buildings. I knew the whole dont-judge-a-book-by-its-cover thing; but in the dark, this place was straight out of a zombie apocalypse. I wondered how to say brains in Hungarian.

The old Jewish quarter. Thats where Katalin said we were going.

Oy vey.

It sure as hell didnt look to me like there were any bars around here. I took in the sketchy neighborhood, and thought at least Id gotten laid last night. If I was going to get chopped into tiny pieces, at least Id go out with a bang. Literally.

I laughed and almost recounted my thoughts to my companions, but I was pretty sure it would get lost in translation. Especially because I was starting to question even Katalins grip on the English language, if this was what bar meant to her.

I pointed to a grungy building devoid of any signs or address and said, Drink? Then mimed the action just to be safe.

One of the guys said, Igen. Drink. The word sounded like ee-gan, and Id picked up just enough to know it meant yes.

Whoo-hoo. I was practically fluent already.

I followed Katalin and Andrs (I was seventy-five percent sure that her guy was Andrs). They stepped into the dark-end doorway of one derelict building that gave me the heebiest of jeebies. The taller of my Hungarian hotties slipped an arm around my shoulders. I took a guess and said, Tams? His teeth were pearly white when he smiled. I would take that as a yes. Tams equaled tall. And drop-dead sexy. Noted.

One of his hands came up and brushed back the blond hair from my face. I tilted my head back to look at him, and excitement sparked in my belly. What did language matter when dark eyes locked on mine, strong hands pressed into my skin, and heat filled the space between us?

Not a whole hell of a lot.

Tonight was going to be a good night. I could feel it.

We followed the rest of the group into the building, and I felt the low thrum of techno music vibrating the floor beneath my feet.

Interesting.

We traveled deeper into the building and came out into a large room. Walls had been knocked down, and no one had bothered to move the pieces of concrete. Christmas lights and lanterns lit the space. Mismatched furniture was scattered around the bar. There was even an old car that had been repurposed into a dining booth. It was easily the weirdest, most confusing place Id ever been in.

You like? Katalin asked.

I pressed myself closer to Tams and said, I love.

He led me to the bar where drinks were dirt cheap. I pulled out a two thousand forint note. For less than the equivalent of ten U.S. dollars, I bought all five of us shots.

Amazing. Maybe I should stay in Eastern Europe forever.

And I would totally consider it except there was one downside to Europe. For some reason that made no sense to me, they gave lemon slices with tequila instead of lime. The bartenders always looked at me like Id just ordered elephant sweat in a glass. They just didnt understand the magical properties of my favorite drink. If my accent didnt give me away as a tourist, my drink of choice always did.

Lime or not, tequila is my bestie, so I took it eagerly.

Next, Tams bought me a gin bitter lemon, a drink Id been introduced to a few weeks ago. It almost made the absence of margaritas in this part of the world bearable. I downed it like it was lemonade on a blistering Texas day. His eyes went wide, and I licked my lips. Istvn bought me another, and the acidity and sweetness rolled across my tongue.

Tams gestured for me to down it again. It wasnt really that kind of drink, but who was I to deny him? I threw it back to a round of applause.

God, I love when people love me.

I took hold of Tamss and Istvns arms and pulled them away from the bar. There was a room that had one wall knocked out in lieu of a door, and it overflowed with dancing bodies.

That was where I wanted to be.

I tugged my boys in that direction, and Katalin and Andrs followed close behind. We had to step over a small pile of concrete rubble if we wanted to get into the room. I took one look at my turquoise heels, and knew there was no way in hell I was managing that with my sex appeal intact. I turned to Istvn and Tamssizing them up. Istvn was the beefier of the two, so I put an arm around his neck. We didnt need to speak the same language for him to understand what I wanted. He swept an arm underneath my legs and pulled me up to his chest. It was a good thing I wore skinny jeans instead of a skirt.