A high rise bar, with polished windows displaying a view of nightlife in Tokyo. Violet lights which colored the interior with a mysterious but alluring vibe. Something told me to stay away but there I was, drinking various colorful, disgustingly sweet drinks that were served to me by a handsome, young bartender. When I thought to finally stop, he ordered me another one.

His eyes follow my every movement. They watch my hands swirling my drink on the bar, and my lips sing words of praise only for him. He showers in the admiration that I owe to him, and he makes his decision right then and there.

But first he got drunk, and so did I.

And his plans to woo me over time took a slightly shorter route. We tangled ourselves in a senseless but passionate night, and did not regret it in the morning.

At least, I didn't.