Here is the translation of the second part of your story:
Translation: The Encounter
"—Seriously? This was the 'little bar'?" I asked as we walked into the place my dear friend had recommended; this was more like a nightclub than anything else.
"Weza!" I exclaimed near her ear; with the music this loud, it was impossible to speak quietly.
"Look, I spotted Damon, let's go."
We pushed through the crowd and stopped in a calm area. It wasn't the VIP section, but it was much better than being near all those sweaty bodies.
"Hello, love," Weza greeted Damon with a kiss and a warm hug.
"You guys are a bit late; look how packed the club is."
"Just girl stuff, my love."
And for a few brief seconds, they forgot I was even there.
"Theo, I missed you," he hugged me and gave me little kisses on the cheek in greeting.
"Me too, Dame," I said, returning the gesture.
We sat down. Damon was with his friends as usual, though they weren't together at that moment; it seemed like each of them had gone off to hunt their prey.
...
An hour passed and I was already dizzy, currently on my eighth glass of vodka. Weza and Dame disappeared exactly an hour ago. One of Dame's friends, Mart, showed up, but he vanished just as quickly as he arrived.
I looked around the club and the atmosphere was actually very good. I saw people dancing, singing, jumping, playing, and smiling; others were making out in plain sight. I was completely lost in my thoughts when an unfamiliar voice spoke to me.
"Can I sit here?" a stranger asked, and when I turned around, I really liked what I saw.
"Sure, I'm pretty certain they aren't coming back anytime soon."
"Thanks."
After he sat down, I couldn't help it—he was very handsome, very pleasant to look at. Brown eyes, longish, slightly curly light brown hair with blonde highlights. He was tall, with a charming build, not to mention he was dressed casually in a way that actually suited the environment well.
Coming out of my daydream, I looked up and realized the stranger was watching me. He probably noticed I was checking him out because he had a smug, suggestive smile on his face.
"See something interesting?" the stranger asked, taking a sip of his drink, which I was almost sure was also vodka.
"And what if I did?" I asked, playing along.
"I'd love to give you that 'something interesting' or maybe more," he leaned back in his seat.
"Is that some kind of insinuation?" I asked, mimicking his gesture.
"We could say that, perhaps... I've been watching you for a while and noticed you seem very pensive, which is quite strange for a nightclub."
Not for a single moment had I noticed I was constantly escaping my own reality. Lately, I can't stop thinking about my relationship, and it pulls me away from everything.
"There it is, you're thinking at this exact moment," he said, narrowing his eyes.
"What's the harm in thinking?"
"There's no harm in it. It's just that from the expressions you make when you think, one can see a great deal of restlessness, which is likely why you're constantly frowning."
"Well... it's true, I can't help it," I said after digesting what he told me.
"If you're so pensive, why did you come to a club anyway?"
"My friend brought me. She said I needed to have some fun to distract myself from 'thinking too much'," I said, making air quotes with my fingers.
"I really appreciate friends like that."
"Yeah, me too, but she abandoned me and went off somewhere with her boyfriend," I said, making him smile.
And what a smile.
"What's your name?"
"Theo," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"Theo? Short for..."
"Theo for Theoany."
I prefer people to call me Theo because they practically butcher the pronunciation of my full name.
"Theoany is a very beautiful name. Nice to meet you, I'm Bruno," he said, extending his hand.
"The pleasure is all mine," I said, shaking his hand.
"Well, this could be the start of a great friendship, Theoany." He gave a huge smile.
And again, what a smile.
...
Another hour passed and I was no longer sober; I could even say I was drunk by now. Actually, we were both drunk, Bruno and I. He hadn't left my side for a single second. I didn't understand why I couldn't see my friend or Dame, or—less importantly, but still worth noting—his friends. No one, absolutely none of them were here.
My phone died and Bruno's had no charge either. The club seemed more frantic than ever. I had no idea what time it was. We got here at nine-thirty and I think I've been here for two hours, so it must be around 11:00 PM.
At that exact moment, I was laughing at a joke Bruno told. I think it was because of the funny way he tried to say the words, because honestly, speaking clearly didn't matter anymore.
"I was right in front of Dakota when I grabbed a bawl... no, a bwol... no, no," he shook his head in denial, "a boal"—he seemed perplexed that he couldn't say the word.
"A bowl, Bruno," I said, laughing at his inability to say the word. He looked so cute when he realized the word was 'bowl' and not his failed attempts.
"I was going to get it, Theoany," he said with an expression of fake annoyance.
"Yes, Brunozinho, you were going to get it," I said, and suddenly, an immense urge to sleep hit me. I was tired; I had never drunk this much.
"Don't call me Brunozinho, I'm big," he said with a very mischievous smile.
"I think... I... have to go home," I said, slurring my words. "My friends aren't coming back. They haven't been back for two hours, they aren't going to now..." I didn't finish speaking because in my failed attempt to stand up, I fell right on my butt on the floor.
"Shit," I said, massaging my aching backside.
"Come on, where do you live? I can take you," Bruno said as he stood up and helped me up. Suddenly, I was very close to him; I could smell the vodka on his breath.
I looked at him, petrified.
"You are very handsome," I said without thinking, blushing instantly.
"And you are very beautiful too," he said with that cocky smile, as if to say "I know I'm irresistible," and thinking that made me smile.
"Come on, I'm taking you home."
"We can't, we're drunk. Brunozinho, you can't drive like this," I said, feeling his grip on my body tighten.
"I'm not driving, let's go."
He guided me out of the club to a parking lot and stopped at a very nice black car. I don't know car brands, so that's the only description I can give.
He opened the back door, we got in the car, he pressed some button, and a sort of mini-window opened.
"Where do you live?" he asked.
"I don't want to go to my house, take me to Weza's house," I said. I heard a question, but the urge to sleep overwhelmed me, and I blacked out.