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Saffron's ex-husband was gone, and she didn't know how she felt about it. Hell, it wasn't like she was going to miss the houzi de pigu, but as mutual as their hate was, he had been a reminder of home, of the black. And now she couldn't help but wonder: why does he get to go back out of the world and I don't?
She'd been spending as much time as she could on the space station, but she hadn't gone yesterday, which turned out to be a good thing on account of the current situation. That, though, only gave her something else to worry about - or someone, to be specific, and Dean's absence behind the bar upstairs was felt every time she glanced that way.
Theme night went on as usual, though, and this month was disco. Saffron had found a great costume and wore her hair down, feathered in the style of the decade. The girls were debuting their new group act tonight, and it was bound to be a good time. Saffron circulated through the crowd, venturing downstairs every so often when she found her eyes drawn to the empty place behind the bar a little too much, and did her best to make sure everyone was having a good time.
[January's theme night! If you're not stuck on the second island or the space station, come and distract yourself from worrying about those who are, or just come to have fun! Open for new tags as long as people want. Performance order upstairs: Rachel, Maureen, the girls' group performance, Xander, then Saffron around 1 am.]
She'd been spending as much time as she could on the space station, but she hadn't gone yesterday, which turned out to be a good thing on account of the current situation. That, though, only gave her something else to worry about - or someone, to be specific, and Dean's absence behind the bar upstairs was felt every time she glanced that way.
Theme night went on as usual, though, and this month was disco. Saffron had found a great costume and wore her hair down, feathered in the style of the decade. The girls were debuting their new group act tonight, and it was bound to be a good time. Saffron circulated through the crowd, venturing downstairs every so often when she found her eyes drawn to the empty place behind the bar a little too much, and did her best to make sure everyone was having a good time.
[January's theme night! If you're not stuck on the second island or the space station, come and distract yourself from worrying about those who are, or just come to have fun! Open for new tags as long as people want. Performance order upstairs: Rachel, Maureen, the girls' group performance, Xander, then Saffron around 1 am.]