When Shun Met Tatiana

"Do they serve vodka?" she asked, pulling on her coat. "I would like to get tipsy."

"Of course," he replied.

-x-

"Nothing for me, let the lady order everything she wants," he told the bartender.

"Get this man a Stoli Elit and Tonic," she said, ignoring him. "And as for me, I think I'll have three chilled shots of Stoli and a Top Shelf Sex in the Bathtub." She winked.

"All on the gentleman's tab, of course."

Shun frowned.

"I don't drink," he insisted. "It's not polite."

"It's not polite to remain sober while you pay for a woman to get drunk," she replied, tugging down the neckline of her dress slightly. "It is what men who want an easy...how is the word, an easy sleep. Men who want that do such things."

Shun frowned deeply.

"I would never do that to a woman. I refuse to drink so I won't do that to a woman!" he hissed. "Really, it's best if I stay sober, that way I can give you a ride home, too."

"You would get drunk off of a Vodka and Tonic?!" she scoffed, looking at him incredulously.

"...it's vodka. Wouldn't anyone?" he replied, confused. "I thought that was the point."

"I cannot get buzzed off of two Vodka and Tonics," she replied, frowning. "I am an expensive drunk. I am jealous."

He smiled a bit.

"I don't mind. I'll buy you all the alcohol you want."

"Good. Now drink with me," she insisted. "If you're really so bothered, I'll have the Vodka and Tonic and we can order you something less heavy, I suppose."

Shun sighed, reluctantly giving in.

"I'll only have one beer," he insisted. "Just one. No more."

A "few" beers later...

Shun felt a pleasant humming throughout his entire body. It was a wonder why he didn't drink more. But then, he remembered. Even though he felt wonderful, he couldn't help but stare at her cleavage. It didn't matter if she could see him, either. He didn't care. He just happily stared at her breasts, vaguely wondering what they felt like.

Of course, by that time, Tatiana had downed no less than five shots of premium vodka, Shun's Stoli Elit and Tonic, two Top Shelf Sex in the Bathtubs and one Top Shelf Peach Martini. As she finished her Adios Mother Fucker she giggled, leaning against Shun. Her breasts pressed against his arm.

"I'm feeling kind of dizzy, finally," she admitted. "How many drinks did you have? Can you drive, or should we call a taxi? Does your boss pay for taxis, mister...so sorry, what's your name again?" She giggled some more.

Shun grinned at her, pressing himself closer.

"Who cares what my name is?" he laughed, trying to stand and doing a fair job. "有人给我叫一辆出租车!!"

She giggled and shook her head, lightly punching him in the shoulder.

"Come on, do you have cash? I have my phone, I can call a taxi. It will be легко...no, no, the word is, um...easy! Right, easy, whoops." She giggled and pulled out her phone.

"Are we going home, or...I'm sorry, I really can't remember your name. Please tell me, I feel so...so rude."

"Мы в России?" He asked absently. "Ich dachte, das war Deutschland."

Shun tried to clear his head, frowning deeply.

"...America," he mumbled. "Yes, we're in America."

She pinched him gently on the cheek.

"Вы говорить на русском? Мне это нравится. I like it," she said, laughing loudly. "Now tell me your name, please? Пожалуйста?"

"мало." Shun said. "English is better. German is also good. Ah, name, name."

What did he call himself, here? In Russia, it was Takeshi, and he was Yakuza. In Germany, it was Alessandro, and he was Chinese-Italian. Italian mafia. Where was he?

"America..." he mumbled. "Shun."

Yes.

Here, he was simply Shun Guo. A member of the Triads who collected debts.

"Thank you, Shun," she said, giggling and punching him in the shoulder again. "Where do you want to go now? You could take me home...or maybe to your house, since it's late...I can always just text Maxim."

Where did he live?

"Oh, no!" he insisted. "Not my house, we can't...uh...I'll have a cab take you home."

Even as he spoke, he was staring at her breasts.

"You sure you don't want to go somewhere else?" she asked, pouting. "Maxim is at my house, and he's probably спящий--are you sure there is nowhere we could go?"

"Where else could we go? There are no ラブホテル here," he said, shrugging slightly. "Unless...you meant...another bar or a club...?"

She shook her head, laughing.

"No, I'm not drinking anymore around you--you might take advantage of me!" She poked him in the chest jokingly.

"But no, what was that you said, hotel? We could go there. I don't really want to go to sleep yet, but I don't want to drink any more..."

"Sure," he replied, unable to resist what he considered an inconspicuous feel of her boobs. It really wasn't inconspicuous. At all.

"Let's go to a hotel, the nearest one...I'm sure the taxi driver will know."

She slapped at his hand.

"See? This is why I can't drink more, you'll make an advance on me." She called the taxi driver and texted Maxim that she'd be home the next morning, patting Shun's lower back when she was done.

"Let's go wait outside. Thank you for the drinks, Mister Shun."