somethingwithturquoise | 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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"Yeah, now I just have to stop worrying about screwing it up," Atton said.

He blew out a breath. "Anyway, enough about me," he said. (Ah, look, there was the point where the discomfort took over.) "How're you doing, anyway?"

Harley's grin was instant and automatic.

"Oh, I am grand," she said, like she wasn't now actively repressing a memory of someone worrying about fucking up with her, to her face. "Gettin' to spend my birthday with fun people in a fun place, can't complain! Nice to get a little further off the island sometimes, too."

"It does get a little cramped after a while, doesn't it?" Atton said. "If you're used to bigger."

"It's not Gotham, that's for sure," Harley replied, with something of a wistful sigh. "And it's definitely no New York."

Would she ever say 'New York' without her accent going full-tilt Brooklyn? Doubtful.

"Nice place to figure yourself out, though," Atton said. He took a sip of his soda. "Just as long as you get out enough."

He eyed his glass.

"You know, I think it's time for me to move on to something that actually has alcohol in it. You want anything?"

Harley also eyed her own, almost empty glass in response.

"Just ask 'em for something strong but sweet?" she said, only narrowly not emphasizing the 'strong'. "I'd go for glowy, too, but they make all of 'em do that, so I don't really have to worry about it."

Worked out for her, since it was her new favorite thing.

"Oh, I bet you're one of those people who goes wild about the glitter at school functions, too," Atton griped good-naturedly. But he raised his glass. "You got it, though."

Harley gestured to the absolute fuckton of sequins she was wearing, like did he assume he was being clever?

Then she made a little shooing motion with the same hand, and grinned. "Well, off you go!"

No, Atton was just really good at complaining.

"Fine, fine," he sighed, demonstrating that talent. "Back in a second!"

And he took off for the bar.

"Thank yooou!" Harley called after him, then focused on finishing her existing drink.

And not heeding the sudden urge to dig her phone out.

Atton returned with two drinks: the most simple, dignified, blue-thing-in-a-glass-with-swirls for himself and some spectacular concoction that looked kind of like the Milky Way for her.

"There you go," he said, holding it out for her. "I'm 99 percent sure it's okay for humans to drink."

"And I'm only 99 percent sure I am human," Harley replied brightly, her empty glass already set aside as she reached to take the fresh one, "so that works out okay in my favor, I think!"

Also her eyes went big as she took in the glory of the new drink.

"I can't believe I'm sober and yet tried to do that math in my head just now," Atton said, sighed, and took a sip of his own new drink.

"... Huh. Not bad."

"No math on my birthday!" Harley admonished him, half-heartedly, the drink pulling too much of her attention away. The answer was to take a hearty sip, and: "Ooh! Ooh, that's good. And has a punch!"

Best take another sip right after, just to make sure she had that right.

"Well, that's what we want," Atton said, holding out his drink for a toast. "More punch!"

"More punch!" Harley agreed with a snicker, lifting her own glass to meet his. "That's what I want for my next year!"

"To a punchy year," Atton said, clinking her glass. "... For you, anyway. I'd like to just have a nice one."

"Punchy can be nice!" Harley was quick to point out - and then just as quick to give a sage nod and say, "For those of us that want it. The rest of ya can just have the regular kinda nice!"

"I have been punched too many times," Atton said, and took a big sip from his drink.

"The trick is to punch them first," Harley offered, helpfully.

"Thanks," Atton said. "Never thought of that one."

"You're welcome!" Harley chirped, like the asshole that she was. "Got me through intimidating some goons last week and everything!"

"Wait, what, there were goons?"

"Uh, yeah, turns out these dumb fucks thought it was a great idea to scare my associate right off her turf?" Harley said, rolling her eyes dramatically, before a much sharper little smirk. "So we showed 'em why that was a big fucking mistake they should never make again!"

"Ah, yeah," Atton said. He sipped his drink. "There never seems to be a shortage of goons looking to make a point on the mainland, huh."

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