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Wondering around aimlessly for three hours really took its toll on me and I eventually found myself perched on a bar stool, in a reasonable busy club, drinking my fifth glass of whatever the barman had served me whilst making erratic hand gestures and no not those hand gestures, to whoever bothered to pay attention. Oh and before anybody says anything I did not intend for this to happen. It was not my intention to end up in a club, I mean I could of so worn better clothes!

I only came into the bar to ask for directions but it was during my questionings of random strangers that I realised I had no clue whatsoever of the name of the demolition boys hotel that they were currently staying at.

So there I was, trying to describe one single hotel out of god knows how many, desperately recalling every detail about the young doorman who always gave me a crooked grin that I became aware that I was well on my way to becoming royally pissed. I think I'm loosing this battle. Every single time I managed to call over the bartender, who was really hot by the way, he either:

A)Sprouted Russian for about five minutes in this incredibly husky way.

b)Patted me on the head whilst giving me a wink. (Did he think I was hitting on him?)

or

c) Saying in a deeply accented voice, "Pretty boy, talk to much, drink very little." Then promptly without fail managed to serve me another glass of what I guessed was an illegal substance since it tasted so unmentionably bad. It's a proven fact that the worse something tastes the stronger it usually is.

I was completely failing my mission to find Tala but somehow managing to drink myself into oblivion, and I still didn't really know where I was.

I swivelled around on my seat and began to take in my surrounding. It was then I started asking myself when the place had gotten so busy? Chairs and tables had been pushed to the side and someone's voice was booming across the building, and yes you guessed it, it was in Russian.

"What the?" I exclaimed having no idea what was going on, my poor head couldn't take this. People had began moving to the edges of the room, and a huge matt was being placed down which suspiciously reminded me of the game twister. My slightly foggy mind was busy running over possible solutions to what was happening.

My favourite one being that they were all taking advantage of me in my drunken state, forcing me to participate in a massive game of twister while everybody else took photos. The club manager would then auction off the potentially, no. Extremely embarrassing pictures on E-bay, where the Chief would discover them and reveal them to Kai. Kai, after seeing said pictures would find out how un-naturally bendy I was and either keep me as his sex slave, which I would enjoy very much because I believed my ability to wrap my legs behind my head would keep Kai satisfied for hours on end OR he would most likely sell me to the Romanian circus, making him a couple of extra bucks.

I didn't like the thought of that very much.

I was brought out of my very disturbing thoughts by the bar-man's throaty voice. "Happy hour." Happy what? I was confused. "Club Ruska known for happy hour all over Russia." He then pointed over to something behind me. Upon following his hand I realised he was pointing to the mass of thriving people. "Dance floor." Ohhh now I got it, my brain finally piecing together all the available bits of information of what I had just seen and what I had just been told. Its dancing time.

I twirled back round to face the bar and discovered another drink waiting for me. What was this, the never ending supply?

I felt depressed. Now I wasn't usually a depressed drunk but it was serious this time. I was totally underdressed! Who danced in a trench coat now anyways??

It was at that moment in time that I had the best idea ever... I would just have to call someone from our hotel, preferably not Kai because he wanted to sell me to Romanians and ask them to bring me some clothes to change into.

I know, you don't have to tell me. I'm brilliant.

I dug around in my pockets for some money for the drinks and after paying what I thought was the right amount I slowly made my way through the dancing crowd and to the exit. I remember smiling stupidly to the two bald bouncers on my way out. They were both in black tux's and each had a pair of funky black sunglasses. It kind of reminded me of policemen. I wondered if Kai was into role playing... If I did manage to escape the circus I would have to buy a pair. I could be the good cop and Kai could be my prisoner. It would be my duty as a law enforcing officer to punish Kai for selling his team mate.(most probably for one of those special Chinese herbal tea sachets he always mutters about in his sleep) Now where to buy the handcuffs from?

I walked out into the street, music softly vibrating around me as I spotted the phone booth I knew I had passed some time ago. Ha ha I crowed slightly to myself, quietly applauding my own brilliance. It was when I picked the phone from its stand that I realised I didn't have the number to my hotel. "Shit!"

Even though I knew I was in trouble I didn't really seem to mind. All I wanted to do was dance, was that such a bad thing?

Well If I couldn't get my own clothes then I guess I would just have to get Tala's.

He wouldn't mind and luckily I knew Tala's number off by heart.

I dialled in the number and put my money into the slot. I bet Kevin would be impressed, I Rei Kon, could work a Russian payphone. Only a few seconds passed and somebody answered the phone.

"Tala, Tala! I can work Russian technology, doesn't that totally rock?" I shouted giddily down the phone. I had to share my breakthrough with someone now didn't I?

"What, Rei? Where the hell are you? Kai's worried sick. It's like three in the morning!"

"I know, isn't that awesome but anyway I need clothes." I was now bouncing from one foot to the other, which I probably shouldn't have been doing since my head was starting to pound.

"Oh my god, you were attacked, where are you, I'll come and get you. Those bastards! if they laid one finger on," I swiftly cut him off. "No, I need your clothes." I emphasised the you. Poor Tala was just so slow. I must have said some of that aloud because I received an indignant hey.

"Come on Tala, its happy hour and your starting to make me sad" I all but whined down the phone. "Happy hour? Rei, please don't tell me your at club Ruska."

I Didn't get what all the fuss was about. "So you'll bring the clothes?" I asked. "Just stay right there ok Rei." I think Tala was still talking but I had already begun to zone, my eyes darting around the road I was currently occupying and it was then I noticed it. Its beautiful, sparkling neon lights flashing in the dark. It was calling out to me and I just couldn't say no.

I hung up the phone and started making my way towards the shop. "Tattoo parlour." I let out in a low whisper. In the back of my head I knew I would regret this in the morning but right now, I couldn't bring myself to care.

Hey, sorry if it totally sucked but I had really bad writers block but hopefully now, since that sections outta the way the story can flow a bit more easily. Please R and R, I'd love to hear your ideas (