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Gridpride, week two: Instant Crush / "Who is that?"
Alan has to pull Lora aside. “Who is that?” he asks right next to her ear.
Lora grins as she leans in, too. A necessity in a place as loud and boisterous as an arcade, and especially one run by—“Flynn,” she says. “I told you, Alan. His name’s on the building.”
She watches his eyes widen, sees his gaze go up and down Flynn’s figure. She smiles: she remembers putting on a similar expression when she first met the mysterious, eccentric jock programming at ENCOM. It’s just what he does.
“No,” Alan says. “That can’t be—but he’s—”
“Come on,” Lora says, taking Alan’s hand. “Let me introduce you.”
gridpride week 3: Get lucky / "I'd rather not."
Shaddox thinks of it as creating. He puts the drinks together. The DJs set the mood. Zuse cultivates the “vibe,” gets the crowd moving exactly how he wants. And the patrons fill the space: the diverse array of their renders, the relationships and dynamics and dramas between them, all their baggage and foibles and troubles come together in a unique arrangement. It’s not quite architecture, but they’re all building something together.
He’s mixing drinks for a couple at the bar—voices low, sides touching, smiles put on just for each other—when Zuse himself sidles up, his side leaning heavily against the counter. “Would you be in the mood for a dance after that?” he asks, gesturing at the drinks with his cane.
Shaddox snorts. “I’m working,” he says. “At your club.”
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