DATE: sunday, august 16h 2017
TIME: 3:12am
STATUS: closed to @elcctriic
Press the head against the wall just right and she could still feel the people brush past her, hopping and dancing, each making their last ditch effort not to go home alone for the night.
Marlene had been talking. She’d done nothing but talk above the music, and now her throat was sore under the smoke and the cold, and she could barely remember with whom. There had been a med student earlier, a homeless woman, a wannabe gangster with a bloody nose. Blurs and specters, then, too distant to place.
Somehow, she had ended up there. Outside a seedy club bursting with social climbers, lowlifes, princes and criminals – outside the kind of place where you could find the occasional cat amongst the pigeons. And though they all looked the same from her spot in the dark, Marlene couldn’t keep herself from grinning when she saw the most feline of them all: Alecto, she remembered, she had come with Alecto.
“Holy shite”, she fumbled around her leather for a lighter and threw it the Alecto’s way. “Is it Bosnian Mafia night in there? I swear to god, I’m gonna punch the next beefed up white fucker who offers to show me his tattoos.”