It goes well

Juice had a great time at the club. She may not have spoke a word of Japanese but the language of party she knew well.

She danced on the dance floor, getting sandwiched by two guys as they dry hump Juice on the dance floor, till she was drenched with sweat.

She did plenty of ****, the new opium ones were better then she hoped.

And she drank, alot.

But as she sat alone at a table, cooling off, she realized how home sick she is. She missed Delisha and realized what a grand time she would be having with Juice if she was here. But now Juice is all by herself in a foreign country with no one talk to.

"Mind if I take a seat?" A voice asked in English.

Juice perked up, as this is the first time she heard someone speak English that wasn't herself, and turned to face her visitor.