On New Year's Eve, 2009, I found myself on the top floor of a massive skyscraper in Tokyo, at a slightly underwhelming party. I was visiting my friend Sarah, who'd been living in Japan for three years. Though we'd both matured slightly and were now both in relationships, on this trip, we slipped back into our familiar routine of complete drunkeness and debauchery every night. This night was supposed to be the craziest but after chatting to a few people, waiting in the bathroom line for an eternity, and a mediocre New Year's celebration on a dance floor, we were both ready to go. We stumbled out at 1:30 am to get food and find somewhere to crash.

As we walked, I recognized this Scottish guy, David, who Sarah and I had talked to at the party. David was twenty-one and into pop-punk bands I liked when I was fourteen. But he was hilarious and seemed to know how to have a good time. We made eye contact and he yelled, "It's you!" When we ran over, he insisted that we had to rent a karaoke room and continue drinking. We agreed and he signaled to someone just up the block, a tall well-dressed guy with a shaved head who also looked to have a nice body. This turned out to be David's older, hotter, kickboxer brother, Neil, and he was coming with us. 

We ended up renting a karaoke room and having unlimited drinks. I was sitting next to David and Sarah was next to Neil. While they were singing, I leaned over the table to talk to her. "I'm into the older one — what are you thinking?" Miraculously, for once in our lives, we weren't into the same dude. Sarah liked David (who happened to be five years younger than her), and so we shamelessly switched seats. Neil said, "Oh, I see how it is," acting offended, but we were soon flirting. He was confident and gorgeous, so even though I mentioned my boyfriend, it was a matter of minutes before we were sloppily making out between songs. 

The karaoke place was also an internet cafe. Some of the enclosed cubicles had padded floors to sleep on. But there was only one such cubicle available, and we claimed it, which left Sarah and David a cubicle with just a chair. I ended up naked, rolling around with Neil all night and stifling my moans so the snoring Japanese man inches away from us in the next cubicle wouldn't hear. Meanwhile, Sarah was giving David a blowjob in an office chair. The alcohol started to wear off and my conscience returned, so I stopped short of actually having sex... which I regret to this day. The Scottish brothers left first thing in the morning to catch the bullet train back to Sendai, and left us with a lifetime of dirty New Year's Eve memories.

— Eleanor

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