[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=8882be][b]"Oh, I'm Sirpa."[/b] Sirpa was only half paying attention to the other woman. [b]"Sorry, what was your name?"[/b] She spoke to her but was still focused on the man sitting in front of her. This felt important. She stood there awkwardly for a moment, watching the man before taking a seat with him at his table. [b]"I'm just gonna sit here if that's okay..."[/b]

She sat with her hands pressed between her thighs, her body trying to shrink away from the persistently throbbing bass coming from what felt like each and every speaker in the world. After a moment or two of sitting quietly, Sirpa spoke again. [b]"So... do you like going to clubs like this?"[/b] She felt weird talking to someone who so clearly did not want to be talked to. But it seemed like that's what she was supposed to do, so she pressed on. [b]"It's pretty loud."[/b][/color]