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I'm Bee. Buzz Buzz. 19. Potentikinesis. Ornery.

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“As he lights an American spirit he asks how I can smoke such shit. I say there’s nothing like chain-smoking G-P-C cigarettes. Cuz any smokes will kill ya, but these will make you feel like it.”

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“I… uh, sorry to bother you b-but you’re uh, sitting on my laptop c-charger.”

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“Oh, sorry!” Beata said, flushing red and sitting forward to free it. “That explains why my butt was so warm.”

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“No, it’s not. It’s beautiful.” Orion argued. “I also like Vera or Ethel. I feel like a name can already tell a story about a person, or at least about their parents. My parents apparently have a thing for Greek names, because my brother has one as well. But being named after a constellation, I must say I have developed an interest in stars and galaxies.” She bit her lip, realizing she was rambling again. Instead, she shifted her attention to the barista. “Right, I’ll have another Peppermint tea. And for my friend the English Breakfast, black, with room at the top. Thank you.”

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“What’s your brother’s name?” Bee asked, acquiescing. She didn’t mind her full name terribly, but she wasn’t used to people liking it. Considering Orion, she picked out a piece of biscotti from the sample tray on the counter. Eyes turned towards the cosmos were interesting, but she found it too easy to be swept up in everything but the real world if she let herself do the same. Beata had learned a few years back that she needed to keep her feet planted firmly on the ground for what she needed to do, but this stranger had an air about her, like she straddled the line. 

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“If getting powers worked like that there would be a lot more angry parents flying around the city.” He scoffed softly, “Obviously the mold guy. He seems mostly harmless. Wednesday midnight guy will probably end up getting a swift kick to the balls next time he even looks at Raven.”

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“Ah, but if that makes him impotent, he’s the preferred choice. And Raven would owe me.”

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“Your aunt seems chill?”

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“It’s kind sad, but she is pretty chill compared to every other woman in my family.”

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“I have no idea what that is but I can attest that sometimes sweaty bar boys are all you need.”

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“It’s a marriage arrangement, but sorta nicer because they give you options to choose from. Like, did you ever see The Princess Diaries?”

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“I’m Orion. Beata is such a beautiful name, I don’t know why anyone would want to abbreviate that.” Orion replied, shaking her head. She’d never been a fan of nicknames and preferred to call people by their full names, unless someone told her not to. She smiled brightly as she turned to look at the young woman. “There’s no need to thank me, darling. Do you know what kind of tea you’d like?”

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“It’s, uh,” Bee stuck out her tongue, “kinda an old lady name, yeah? Like Vera or Ethel or something.” She hadn’t met another Orion before, which was an interesting and uncommon name without smelling like mothballs. When they directed her attention back to the ordered, she peered intently up at the blackboard, trying to parse “Dulche & Banana” from “Cherry Cherry Bang Bang” and decided quickly not to embarrass herself. “English Breakfast, black with space at the top. Room. Whatever they call it.”

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“Rishtas? I’m guessing that’s respectable men that she wants you to settle down with? Why take that when you can be wooed by all the charming partons at Atlas? Obviously a better choice.” He laughed softly, obviously sarcastic.

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“God,” Bee groaned, pulling out the vowel. “She’d be so mad she’d, like, develop teleportation just so she could drag me out by my hair. Do you think she’d be more okay with that old dude who always smells like mold or that Wednesday midnight guy who always hits on Raven?”

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“So my auntie keeps sending me rishtas. I think she’s trying to lock me down before I can drink so I don’t get wooed by some sweaty boy in a bar.”

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Journal Excerpt #1

A wrinkled page, creased in a dozen places and covered with all types and colors of pen, marker and crayon. Only a few entries are actually legible. At the top is “Aleias Ideas”, underlined several times.

Level Playing Field False Start Mic Drop Megaphone Potential Energy It’s crossed out so hard the page is rucked. Next to it is a doodle of a parabolic arc. Amp “Isn’t that a GR character?” is written in the margins in someone else’s handwriting Marc Defiant (from that song) Sliding Scale The Equalizer

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Golshifteh Farahani for Vogue Paris (May 2011), by Karim Sadli

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It had been ages since Dante had last sat and just talked. He’d spent years of his life now avoiding interactions, crashing on random couches only to disappear the next morning. Each person serving little more than to answer his questions and send him onwards to his next destination. So far all of it leading to here, to this cafe, to this girl who brought him back to a time where he could just sit with a coffee and a conversation.

Dante instinctively raised an eyebrow at the mentioning of working at a club. The only ‘club’ in his home town had been the run down strip joint populated by washed up old men and teens with fake IDs trying to get their first peak at what an adult woman who isn’t on the computer looks like. Keeping the mental image of the club, Dante tried to picture Bee there but couldn’t do it. Her club must’ve been a different kind than the one he knew.

“Waitressing at a club?” He parroted. “Must bring a lot of unwanted attention I’d imagine.” Mentally he kicked himself for that comment. “If there’s any city for you to make it as an artist I’d think it’s this one. That’s what I’ve heard at least.” He paused to take another sip of his lukewarm coffee. “I’m actually new in town, not really doing much of anything right now aside from planning. Trying to figure out where to go from here.”

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“It's not bad. You learn about,” Politics. State violence. Guerrilla tactics. “people.” She absolutely could not be helping the stripper impression. The idea that she had the requisite core strength was flattering. 

She amended: “It’s just a little bar, but there are a lot of,” Bee spun her hands in little circles around her head, as though she could find and snatch the right word out of the air between them, “interesting characters, so wiping down tables and pushing potato skins isn’t terrible.” It was a great slice of community, their Atlas Club, and working for a hardass like Mae was far preferable to some bigot or corporate plant at a Friendy’s. It was a little hard to study when you lived in the employee housing next door, but she could always boost the dampening effect of the accoustokinetic downstairs.

“How’d you end up in New York?” Bee asked. She was surprised to have pinned him as not native correctly. “S’a really easy place to get lost in if you don’t know what you wanna do with it.”

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“See, that sounds much better already.” Work in progress, that was positive. Orion was a work in process, too. Or, at least that was what she felt like. Still figuring herself out, still not entirely approved of. But it meant she hadn’t given up, even if she’d been close to doing so. Anything could happen.

“Oh, you’re not keeping me.” Orion said, smiling brightly again. She tried not to stumble over her own feet as she made her way to the counter to order another cup of tea. In her enthusiasm, her body often betrayed her and made her clumsy. “Tea makes everything better, honestly.” She explained seriously.

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Tagging someways behind her, Bee watched her good Samaritan with rapt fascination. Beate was at most casually polite in public, and at worst picked fights over political bumper stickers. She seemed totally overwhelmed by her own eagerness to help, top heavy with ardor and ready to topple. For her, a stranger. Shit, she hadn’t even introduced herself.

“I’m Beata, by the way,” she said, looking over Orion’s shoulder to scan the list of teas. They were written meticulously on a black board above the espresso machine. Bee didn’t doubt that chalk calligraphy was a prerequisite for baristas now. “Um, Bee. For short. Thank you again.”

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“Oh, yes?” Willa’s gaze brightened. She didn’t feel as though she had merited a reward, but she liked the look of Beata, and didn’t see why she should refuse. “I will say yes if you would have a drink with me.”

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Bee checked her phone for the time. It wasn’t even three o’clock. “Sure,” she agreed, fishing into her bag for her wallet. “Do you want that refill yet? What’ll you have?”