After spending the day with them and being showered with candies and pastries I headed back to the Olympic Center. We checked in to new rooms in a different building of the Olympic Center, and it was glorious. Internet in each room. TV in every room. A shower and bathroom in every room. A mini fridge in every room. Finally, some accommodations. Shortly after checking in the news was delivered to me that we would only be there one night before having to check out and move back to our prison cells in the first building. Despite my desperate pleas to stay, Takagi Sensai shut me down.
After polishing off a bottle of Jack we headed out to find a club in Shibuya. Scrilla Mayne, in typical fashion, lived up to the Team Blackout reputation and was surly and blackout drunk before leaving. Some highlights from Scrilla for the night include, but were far from limited to, yelling at everyone, spitting drinks on doors, and finally, peeing in the middle of the sidewalk on the way to the subway. Four Japanese gathered around him while he pissed, shining flashlights and wearing looks that were combinations of horror, confusion and shock. Weidner went to talk to him and that conersation ended with Scrilla yelling at him something to the effect of "I dont need a babysitter, fuck this," and Scrilla retiring to his room. When we finally made it to Shibuya we went into a bar called Gaspanic. Apparently Gaspanic is where hip-hop imitating Asians hang out. Besides our group, there was 4 hood rich asians, one of them breakdancing alone in the middle of the floor. For the rest of this blog I am going to start referring to some of the girls in our group, but save them from the humiliation of this blog, so names have been changed.
We changed venues to a 4 story club down the street. Inside, one of the girls, for the sake of anonymity she will be heretofore referred to as AP, for Ass Pounder (this will make sense later). AP was more than sufficiently intoxicated and spent majority of the evening coming up from behind and pounding me in the ass while I danced. The best part of this, besides getting dominated by a girl from behind, was that I was almost always holding a drink that would inevitably be spilled onto whoever had the misfortune of dancing with me. After this happened about 4 times, I kept an eye out for the rest of the night and made quick escapes when AP got that look in her eye that let me know a prison raping was in my future. When we left the club, Brett and I left with another girl, Bleedy, back to the Olympic Center. Like all of us, Bleedy did a couple too many shots and was beyond fucked up. First step outta the club, Bleedy went down. Hard. Brett and I pick her up and we get in her in a cab, where she goes from being funny sweet drunk to seeing her now bloody knee and elbow and went to sad in pain drunk and spent the cab ride cussing and laying on the cab floor. The cab driver lets us out at the gate for the Olympic Center. I can only imagine what the guard at the gate must have thought me dragging a passed out bloody girl back to our rooms. All the makings for a roofie induced beating and rape. It's a good thing I'm a gentlemen...
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