[ To be fair, in the time it takes for Karamatsu to get there, Jason's been having too good a time to notice that it takes longer than normal. At first he doesn't really know what's going on—what is that outfit...?—but catches on quick enough. There's not quite a dozen people in the room in various states of compromising and Jason seated to the side flanked by two blonds—female to the right, male to the left.

He offers a bright grin and waves Karamatsu over like he's a friend he hasn't seen in a dog's age. ]

That's because places like this aren't meant for a lot of talking, buddy.

[ It's quieter in the back rooms, though. People can talk if they want to. Or other assorted things. Jason's not judging. ]

Come on; enjoy yourself. You want a drink? Smoke? Somebody hot writhing half naked on your lap??