The city streets were a dank smear of colour made sparse, it being la noche de acción de gracias. Stoddard and Veronique slowly pulled into the almost-deserted car park at the Autocine Starlight. They came to a stop as the enormous screen in front of them brightened, highlighting the rivulets of rain drawing down the windshield.
“Hondonada Somnolienta” was about to begin, but convivial conversation — aided by a bottle of vino tinto — took precedence.
No one remembers the particulars of the dialogue, but having thoughtful company in a dreary setting was certainly less cringey than the comically sad East Cobb eve one year prior, or even the discussion gone to the dogs back in Stratum XVIII.
Aprecia tus amistades.
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