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somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-07-20 04:33 am
somethingwithturquoise) wrote2024-07-20 04:33 am
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 ]]
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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He wondered vaguely if he could convince Harley and Summer to head home for the night. His old ass was tired.
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"What, ya don't think this is a good idea?" she asked, only the back half of that sentence was more like one word all jumbled together -- thizzagood'dea? -- and she said it while she thrust her phone out, demonstratively. Even a quick glance showed what was on there turned into all caps pretty fast, in what was drunk Harley's usual MO for trying to see what she was typing, which clearly hadn't helped since she'd still somehow managed to spell the word 'kiss' with an X in it. And that was on the more legible side of things!
None of which actually mattered, because the most glaringly obvious thing to a sober eye was that none of it was in an app that sent messages.
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"... Yeah," he said. "Yeah, don't text people about kissing them when you're drunk. You don't know how you're going to feel in the morning. Besides insanely hungover."
Though at least he now knew the danger of her sending it was, uh. Theoretical at best.
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Who privately wondered if Harley ever thought rationally, but... still.
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"He already knows," Harley insisted - but that did not go for some of the other stuff she'd been trying to write. Which, thankfully, had been in the extra garbled sections of the attempted message. "And 'snot my birthday anymore, tech-nic-all-y --" There was the over-enunciating, again. This time, she seemed to go the route of pronouncing each syllable separately. "-- so it's safe."
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Atton did not know what that meant in this context.
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She blinked, and made a face, and somehow still regained at least some of the thread of her thought.
"So, tomorrow... Tomorrow'll be better. Safe."
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And then he let out a soft huff.
"Aw," he said, "Someone caught feelings."
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"No I don't!" she objected. "I just... I like espresso in the morning, that's all!"
Okay, that one really only made sense to her and her alone.
"An' how he talks an' how he walks an' how he puts food in the fridge so it doesn't go bad and that's not feeeelings!"
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A for effort, though.