“Dude, you need to get laid.”

Adam looked over at his friend at the random comment.

“What?” he asked.

“Laid. Sex, man. Loosen up.” Matt grinned.

Adam put his hand on his forehead and sighed. All that his friend ever talked about was going at it. Adam shook his head as he watched the crowd dance harder as the music’s beat sped up.

“I don’t even know why I came.” he said.

Matt scoped the ocean of young people, searching.

“Because I asked you.” he said, “It’s good to take a little break.”

Adam moved his hand from his forehead to the back of his neck and yawned.

“I think I’m done for the day. Tired.”

Adam began to walk off but his friend blocked his path, almost hitting him. Adam adjusted his glasses.

“What the f-”

“Oh god… look.” Matt stuttered, “By the bar.”

Adam restrained beating Matt and followed his friend’s sight. His mouth dropped. Standing alone was a gorgeous woman. She almost seemed surreal as she sat in the dark corner, her skin glowing like magic. She was wearing a short black skirt and a very tight shirt. It was so tight it seemed to flatten her chest. The lack of chest didn’t really matter though. At least compared to her smooth face. She was pale but that didn’t stop her from wearing a bit too much makeup. Her cheeks were powdered pink and she had light green eye shadow. She was amazing and he couldn’t help but stare at her. Matt grinned devilishly as she sipped daintily at her daiquiri.

“Uhn.” Matt grunted.

“Stop it.” Adam ordered.

Matt elbowed his friend slightly.

“One night stand?” he asked.

Adam rubbed his face. He was ridiculously bad at these things.

“Fuck no. Do you see her?”

“Yeah, I see her. Girls like that come to bars just to get guys to ask her. She probably screws to pass the time.”

Adam looked at his friend then at the beautiful girl with the tight clothes.

What the heck? Why not?, he thought.

He straightened his shirt and sighed loudly.

“Alright but It’s gonna look horrible… so don’t laugh too loud or anything.”

He began walking towards the glowing goddess, his friend already laughing hysterically. She was sitting on the bar stool, legs crossed. His knees felt weak as hell. He slowly sat next to her nervously. She shifted a little but other than that she really didn’t notice his presence.

What to say, what to say?

He cleared his throat but someone else’s voice interrupted him.

“Can I get you a drink?” she asked, her soft voice flowed from her lips.

His eyes widened.

“Are you freaking serious?” he yelled, surprised.

She smiled a smile that would drive any man insane with pleasure.

“Yeah. Is that ok? Or do you want to share mine?” she asked.

Again, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His throat was dry so he couldn’t answer.

“You’re very cute. Very handsome.” she said sliding the glass over to him.

He grabbed it hesitantly and looked at the rim of the glass. Her red lips were imprinted the side she gave him. He wondered if it was on purpose because she was watching him intensely. He slowly put his lips were hers were and took a quick swig of the alcohol. She smiled.

“What’s your name?” she asked watching him put the glass down.

“Adam.” he answered, “Yours?”

She giggled.

So… fucking adorable.

“I don’t like to say.” she smiled.

So she is that type… to just do it for fun then never see the other again.

“You can trust me.” he said without thinking.

She raised an eyebrow.

“Yoki.” she paused.

A lie, obviously. That’s a Japanese… and she’s not.

He smiled.

“Kimi wa utsukushii desu.” he told her.

He was testing her, trying to make a fool out of her. He’d taken a semester long course on the Japanese language. However, she blushed and looked at him through lowered eyes.

“Arigato gozaimasu.” she said.

He raised his head.

Maybe she took a guess… she probably has no clue.

“Etchi shitai wanwan sutairu.” she said fluidly.

Adam coughed up the daiquiri he was in the process of drinking. She put her hand near his inner thigh. He could feel his cheeks getting hot. He couldn’t hear anything except for her voice. Yes, he took it in college but that didn’t mean that he didn’t know any improper words in that language. He looked shakily at her hand then at her face. Perhaps under all that makeup was a Japanese girl. Well, she had to be. She just had asked him for it doggy style. No American randomly knows how to say that.

She looked at him and waited for an answer.

“Ah…” his words wouldn’t come out.

He looked back at Matt, who, couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“Hm?” she asked, her green eyes pleading.

“Uh… Hai.” he agreed.

She stood up and let out another cute laugh and grabbed his hand.

“Then let’s go.” she said.

They walked to the exit and Adam looked at his friend with the most befuddled look on his face. Matt had a very similar face only there was a twinge of ‘what the fuck?’

I don’t even know, Adam thought.