Who: Abi and OPEN Where: Cuba, da cluuub When: Backdated to Sunday night What: Drinking, flirting, dancing...remembering Rating: TBD Open: Yeeeees
Strange things had been happening to her for the past few days since she'd woken up on the space station, alone and with a growing headache that hadn't abated for some hours and much-needed rest. It wasn't the bender with Katherine either, that tequila had been more top-shelf than she could afford and had savoured every drop of it. No, her headache came from the quiet. It was like she was the only person around even though she knew she wasn't, that there had been others from earth like her, from America around the same time that she could talk to, maybe. But she couldn't find anyone. If she were crazy, she'd have told you that someone was leading them away from her, literally. The place was meant to be sentient after all.
Jesus, she had been going crazy with the isolation, the questions and the boredom running rampant through her mind. None of her posts seemed to send, just adding up to the shittiest few days ever. She needed a break, some noise, some life.
So Sunday she had forced herself to go find this door they were all talking about, some magic gateway to a place where life was being lived. It had taken a few hours of walking and getting lost alone but she was fucking determined and as soon as she breathed in the humid, cooling dusk air, Abi knew it had been worth it. She could hear music, see lights and houses, beautiful sights and the stars beginning to peak through the sky.
"Fucking finally..." she whispered, practically running until she found an open-air club to sneak into, a place where there was some kind of Spanish band playing, women in dresses and men in suits. She would stick out like a sore thumb but she didn't care. High-waisted pants and a tank top wouldn't get her kicked out. After all, it was Cuba and anything went in Cuba.