Oct. 18th, 2024

okteiviakom: ([neu] air through teeth)
In the end, Octavia had gone with her gut. If it was going to bite her in the ass later, so be it, because making her way into Astrum and immediately being hit with the music, the lights, the crowd felt like the first time all day that she could breathe.

It wasn't as good as being able to go into the woods. It wasn't even trying to provide anything that could've given her.

But what it was giving her was not having to think. Not having the space, the focus, the need to think about anything other than just being there. She could just be another body in the room. Anonymous, dancing, sweaty, breathless, alive but thoughtless. It appealed to her, the freedom of it. Her gut was right in the moment, and that was good enough.

First order of business? The bar.

Second order of business was going to be finding out who on Lucifer's staff knew where she could get whatever else she might need to make her club time go smoothly. Someone was bound to have something, and she intended to find them.

And nothing else needed to matter right now.

[ooc: NFB due to distance, mostly establishy but can be open to fellow mainland clubbers etc ofc if you are willing to put up with SP since zzzzz. Follows this.]

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