Mars was sitting in the back of the car, being escorted to the house for the show. It was cold outside, and she felt a memorable shiver that she tried to contain in her little black dress. Through the window, she could see that it was snowing, and there were sheets of white covering each tree. It was really beautiful, actually, and she had never seen anything quite like it back home.
In New Jersey, they have plenty of cold weather, but in the city, you don’t see a lot of the landscape. Here in Alaska, there was barely any inhabitants at all, so there were no skyscrapers, and Mars could already imagine the way the stars would look at night, their light unstolen by the city. In a way, it was beautiful, but it was not the reason why she came to this place. She likes to travel sometimes, but hes not done much of that, and that’s because most of the exploring she does is confined to her own city. In the clubs, and the fast cars, that was where she belonged. Mars tended to fit the general archetype of what you could call a party girl.
flashback
It was a weekend away from her university, and Mars’ friend group danced in a crowded room, where the lights on the ceiling were pink and the music was too loud to hear each other. Before this, they had toasted in the bathroom where it was quieter.
She looked to Samia as their shot glasses of pink Whitney’s lined up, then clinked. “A brindis!” She cheered in Spanglish before taking the shot and then swallowing.
flash forward
Arriving upon the scene, it became apparent that Mars had brought snacks for the trip, an open bag of funions in her hand. She walked with the cabin staff hired by the show, and they chatted about whatever before she thanked them profusely for taking her luggage. After that, she scanned the area for anyone willing to talk. The first person she saw was a maybe… korean man? She wanted to say, with a bowl cut looking hairstyle and a good vibe about him. She liked the metal shining on his earrings, and wondered if there were any tattoos under his winter layers. But before she could approach him, she had to think of an excuse. Think, Mars, think. Oh! “Hey, do you know what time it is?” She asked him casually, “Crazy they don’t let us have our phones here.” She also commented, thinking maybe he could relate.