Special thanks to: My Eternity by Vane: for being what I listened to while writing.
And my Editor for editing this I guess.
How the fuck has "Anyway! Let's fucking start!" become my catchphrase? I wish it would go back to being "Heyy it's your favorite weird little bitch Tamari and today we're...'', that was a lot easier.
Idk.
Chicago for being the greatest place on Earth. (An opinion.(yea but a true one lol XD))
Christopher Pierre. (for helping me get over my paralyzing fear of chronic wasting disease (the infection not the song)
Oh and yes Editor they did just leave Phoebe's body there, what are you gonna do about it?
(Oh me? I won't do TOO much. ⁱ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵃᶜᵏᵃᵈᵃⁱˢʸ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈʳᵃᶜᵏ ⁱᵗ ʰⁱᵗˢ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗ⁻ ⁱᵗ'ˢ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵗʰᵒ ⁱ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ˡᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵇᵉ. ⁱᵗˢ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᶠⁱˢʰⁱⁿᵍ, ʷʰⁱᶜʰ ⁱᶠ ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵉʳ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉʳ, ᵐⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵉ ᵐᵉⁿᵗⁱᵒⁿᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ. Zoom in I dare you.)(qualia automata is better than lackadaisy)
Srry if it seems ppl who are friends are hitting on each other i'm demiromantic so the line is kinda blurry
Cw alcoholism wow so many content warnings in this book ghost would be proud
Anyway! Let's fucking start!
The silence broke after what felt like... hours. I honestly lost any sense of time, when I get a text from Tau.
Hey Bia I've got news, meet me at the Damselfly.
I reply; K.
On the drive back something catches my eye and I turn, pulling into the casino parking lot.
"Bia what are you doing?" Eve mumbles from the back.
"I just gotta get something, it's fine." I mutter back. I notice Evelien taking off her seatbelt and I block her.
"Oh, Evelien, can you stay and guard the car? It's like, really important, ok?" I ask and she nods. I turn away and walk inside the casino doors and over to the bar, blocking out people's voices until I'm on a stool.
"Sunset Rose Cocktail please." I call, holding my card. A small glass is placed in front of me. Note to self, ask for a bigger glass. I down the thing in one gulp. Not the best thing today, but not the worst thing... today. I sigh.
"Can I have a larger glass?" I ask the bartender the next time he stalks past. He looks at me a moment before replying.
"Will more cups be alright?" He says slowly.
"That will suffice." I say with a sigh. Suffice. I shake my head. I sound like Benedict. Fuck. My heart sinks as my mind starts to wander towards Phoebe. I down another glass, and another. I should've stayed with Phoebe, I knew her wounds were serious, didn't I? Another cup or something. And I said it myself, Evelien doesn't matter. She wasn't a priority. Maybe... maybe she'll come back. Tau did. Did they? Everyone is safe. Everyone is... I grab for another cup just to find empty glasses scattered in front of me. I prop my head down and every devastating detail rushes back to me, every loss, every time someone left, I left. I need to get back. Ugh, my head.
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Starship Mafia
Science Fictionmy and one of my friend wrote this cuz we wanted to try writing a book hope you enjoy! -Tamari, the author Soup is yum pls dont sue us -My editor and jestie GNOME BROTHER LET THE CHAOS ENSUE -my friend N.K. who was the first to read this theres refe...
