okteiviakom: ([neu] standing tall)
They'd be finally back in Fandom, tomorrow. But tonight, they were in New York.

And the club they'd ended up at was packed, and loud, and bright and dark at the same time as colored lights cut the darkness. Octavia loved being out at sea, the calm and the quiet of it, but right now? This felt like the place to be.

She'd say she hadn't dressed for it, but the combination of the top she was wearing with the pants she was wearing (even though she'd laced them up herself, regardless of certain declarations she'd made when they'd been new) seemed like a pretty deliberate choice.

She spotted the bar almost as soon as they were in the door, and was practically immediately heading that way through the crowds. "Gonna get a drink."

First things first.

[ooc: NFB, and for the two. And let's just slap a likely CW for recreational drug use on this from the get-go, just in case.]

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