🌩️ NO REST
★ Starter for @killerjawline
Bar crawling was a form of escapism, one Maya knew well. She didn’t always drink when she did this. Normally, back on Pandora, she’d hop from place to place with one of her friends and see what the locale had to offer, usually getting into some kind of interesting trouble. It let you focus on something smaller than the overbearing dread looming over your head. It was just you, some nearly medical grade alcohol, and drunk bar patrons picking a bone with you over your ‘glowy tattoos’.
This wasn’t Pandora, this wasn’t a desert town, and she didn’t have her friends, but it’d have to do. Waking up in this place a second time was infuriating, exhausting, and flat out scary the more she thought about it. So a drink and some eavesdropping was her answer. Hopefully here she wouldn’t get in a bar fight.
The place she’d scouted out was definitely more upscale than anything on her planet. Bright lights, booming music, eccentric clothes, expensive drinks... There, among the neon, she’d stick out less. Old habits died hard, and she still hated being recognized in a crowd. Slipping past people way too out of it to be dancing, Maya pulled a seat up at the bar and resigned to her fate of drinking strawberry vodka shots for the next two hours.
Unfortunately, she hardly had three shots in her system when the doors behind her swung open. There was a commotion that she barely kept an ear on, one that she chalked up to someone simply being upset that the club was at capacity. That was, until, she heard a voice loud and ostentatious over the music. A very specific voice that made her face twinge with rage.
❝ You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. ❞