somethingwithturquoise | Some Very Cool Space Club; Out in Space; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Evening [07/20].

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Some Very Cool Space Club; Out in Space; Dimension FH-001; Saturday Evening [07/20].

On Wednesday, Summer had learned that today was Harley's birthday, and Harley had learned that there clubs in space, and so naturally, the two of them were putting one and one together and taking Harley out to go space clubbing for her birthday, because, like, obviously.

And also dragging Atton with them, because hilarious. And the crossover between people who were apparently supposed to think he'd been iced in space and those who knew for a fact that he hadn't been was very slim, and Summer was going to take advantage of those spheres aligning as much as possible.

So there they were, in a space club. It was very cool, but also very space-y, especially in the fact that they were in the minority as far as looking distinctly human went, the music was crazy but had a good beat you could definitely dance to, and literally every single drink glowed, because that's what drinks just did in space clubs, duh. And even though Summer didn't know Harley too well at this point, she felt it was a good idea to at least let the bartender know that they were working with human digestion here and to restrict accordingly, but also she'd arranged for a special birthday drink with, like, cool space sparkles or whatever, to be brought out to her at some point.

But, either way, it was definitely more interesting that just hopping to the mainland, and they'd taken her ship here, too, so if this club ended up sucking, they could just head somewhere else instead. But she'd always had good vibes at this one, and there was a minimum of people likely to drop in that might also facilitate a hasty exit.

[[ mostly for the birthday girl and that old man, but, hey, you wanna be at a random space club, get in contact, nudge yourself into an invitation, I'm so not gonna complain....too much. And NFB for distance, obvi ]]

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"Well," said the old and deeply paranoid man who appreciated their dedication to making sure nobody accidentally found out he wasn't iced in space after all, "At least this seems like the kind of place where they won't give us something fatal to humans just for shits and giggles. Or to give us shits and giggles."

It was early days, though. And this place was only giving him knock-off nostalgia.

Hey, now, careful there, Rand. Galactic superiority complexes weren't a cute look, especially coming from your neck of the interdimensional woods.

"I could definitely hook us up with something for just the latter of that equation," Summer pointed out cheerfully. But, in all her overtly chipper sweetness, there was an undercurrent of sincerity softening her smile.

"Thanks for coming out tonight."

What? No one said there weren't shitty places in the GFFA, too. This one just looked a little squeaky, that was all.

"No problem," Atton said easily, with an idle shrug and the easy smile that, these days, was actually easy. "I like Harley. And after dragging you out to my neck of the woods like half the summer, it'd be stupid not to sort-of return the favor."

Sort-of in that it wasn't Summer's neck of the woods technically, but also actually in that in many ways the multiverse was Summer's backyard anyway.

"Yeah," Summer snorted, "and I definitely went kicking and screaming the whole time, too. This is only the top of what you owe me for all those horrible ordeals."

"You'll have to torture me in return, then," Atton said merrily. "I really hate free food and relaxation, by the by."

"Ugh!" Summer's nose wrinkled. "Those are the worst, blech! Almost as bad as, I don't know, free air-conditioning, or something."

Not that she knew anything about that.

"Lemme get you a drink! What do you want?"

"Ehhh, let's just start this responsibly with a Coke," Atton said, casting a glance from her to over where Harley was. "Because I have a feeling you two are going to drink me under the table if I'm not careful tonight."

Oh, Summer fixed him with such a withering look, but her sigh was slightly placated after following his glance. "I think you really underestimate both my tolerance and my need to ensure a certain reputation as a trustworthy space adventure envoy. I drove here, remember?"

A pause.

"Also, they don't have Coke. Is Space-Pepsi okay?"

"Whatever the local soft drink is, I don't actually care," Atton said. "Just as long as it's not Fanta. Or, space, Mountain Dew."

"Funnily enough," Summer chirped pleasantly, "they actually only have regular Mountain Dew anyway!"

But she did go to get herself another drink and something for Atton, returning way more than just a Space-Pepsi, but something that would be closer to a Cherry Vanilla cola, with a little garnish of some orange-colored berries.

What? She missed getting him fancy drinks, okay?

"So!" she prompted, handing the drink over. "Trent find out about our rogue TikToks yet?"

"Yep," Atton said. He looked at his drink like he was considering downing it, but remembered that it wasn't alcoholic at the last second. "Which is why he dragged us all out to the beach in the heat to film a music video yesterday."

There was....a pause.

Filled by Summer drinking from the straw in her drink.

"I'm torn," she finally stated, "between asking what his logic is there and knowing that there probably is no logic there except...Trent. So instead, I'm just going to widen my eyes with intrigue," which she indeed was now doing, "and ask: music video??"

"Look, I'm torn between 'he wants to prove YouTube is better' and 'he wants to appeal to millennials with some retro-MTV shit'," Atton said, "As well as 'he was just looking for an excuse to torture me'."

This needed to be said before she addressed anything else.

"... But yeah, I guess we did a video? Feels a little presumptuous to me, but who knows."

"I'd take giggles!" Harley announced. Because of course she would. "Shits? Eh, maybe not, but it is a normal bodily function, so I've had worse."

"Yeah, but probably also not the best way to celebrate a birthday," Atton said, giving her an amused wave. "Oh, happy birthday, by the way."

"Thank you!"

That was loud and cheerful and complemented by a giant grin. Also kind of bouncy, but everything Harley said or did right now was.

"I didn't know if you'd actually come."

"Why wouldn't I?" Atton said, his own answering smile only a little perturbed in the face of Harley being so-- Harley. "Two of my favorite women want me to come along on a birthday club night? I'm game."

Oh, Atton, you just wait until Harley got proper drunk and started oversharing!

Right now, though, she blinked at him.

"... Am I really that high in the rankings, or is your life just really sad?"

Atton eyed her. "Do you always ask for receipts when someone pays you a compliment, or am I just special?"

"I'm just surprised!" Harley replied, spreading her hands. "I get to do that, it's my birthday!"

She was going to be using that one a lot.

(Also, no, sadly he wasn't special. In this regard.)

Atton shook his head. "Okay, one, I'm taken, so not sad," he said, "Two, I know a lot of women. Some of them I like, some of them I don't, you wound up on the list of the ones I really like, so you're 'one of my favorite women'. Can you live with that?"

"Sure!" Harley said. She could beam about it, too! At least for the two seconds before another thing she needed to say overtook it, complete with an eye roll: "Although bein' taken does not automatically mean someone's life is not sad, take it from me."

Not getting into that, but just saying.

Anyway, her expression was brightening back up again already, with a big ol' smirk and raised eyebrows. "But, taken by who? What? Gossip!"

If Atton had a nickel for every time he told a female friend about that and got that response...

"Nobody you know," he said, and took a sip of his soda. "Okay, sorry, that sounds like 'I have someone in Canada'. Nobody on the island. I'm dating my guitarist back in NYC. It's nice and drama-free, which is what I've missed for the past forty years of my life, so I'm excruciatingly glad I don't have big gossip to share."

"But that is the big gossip!" Harley retorted, and no, those eyebrows weren't coming down, nor was she going to smile any less. "That you got something that's nice and, I'm assuming, happy."

Atton gave a little shrug, mostly to cover up the vague discomfort he still felt in talking about it. "I don't have a great track record," he said. "My head wasn't screwed on right for a long time."

He brought up his glass of soda. "If this were happening five years ago I'd probably be living under a different name in a different galaxy by now."

The joys of chronic self-hatred and a flight-oriented stress response.

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