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Sally sat, her legs dangling off a cliff, idly tossing a fireball in her hand.

“Party's boring, no one interesting, nothing to do.” She said to herself. She clenched her hand, extinguishing the fireball, and laid back on the rocky ground. Stars shone all over the sky, though not as many as she was used to. An orange dot was rather speedily making its way across the nighttime starscape; she wondered whether any of the astronauts and cosmonauts were looking back at her. Shrugging, she ran a hand through her wiry orange hair, and started looking for a certain star. She spotted the constellation first; Cygnus, and a moment later the star itself. Eta Cygni. She hadn't picked it for any particular reason; it was just hers. Off in the distance, she could hear the party waning; it must have been about one o'clock. People were pairing off, or leaving in packs. Sally knew she could have had her pick of almost anyone; just wasn't interested. Roxanne, damn her, had dragged her to the party to get her away from work. What did Roxanne know? Roxanne knew bones and flesh and teenage parties. Sally knew fire and telepathy and computers. How the two were friends, well, that was a long story.

Sally sat up and flipped her phone open. No messages or anything. Sighing, she stood up and walked away from the cliffside, leaving the Pacific glimmering behind her like a thousand jewels in an ancient mine. Coming out, she spotted someone she instantly knew was Roxie; who else went around with turquoise hair?

“You're bad at this.” Sally said. The girl spun around; she was beautiful. Her turquoise hair was a dark glistening shade, while her pale skin shone in the moonlight. Her face was almost symmetrical, and slim without being oddly so, yet short enough she didn't look horsey. At the moment, she was about 5'6”, though that tended to change.

“I'm bad at this, you left after twenty minutes!” She protested. Her voice was smooth, and it was easy to tell she was a singer.

“You were supposed to take me to a party I'd have fun at.” Sally was looking at her with a degree of contempt.

“This was fun. Everyone who stuck around had a great time. Didn't we, Michael?” Someone who had been walking by the two stopped in mid step, then turned to look at the two. His hair was cut short hand he was 'bearded, like the 'pard' while his black pants and white shirt identified him as a member of the band. “Yeah, it was good.” He said, not looking either of the girls in the eye. When neither responded, he turned and seemed to outright flee.

“What's with him?” Sally asked.

“It's kind of obvious he's got interest in one of us.” Roxie said with the easy familiarity of someone who'd been dealing with this sort of thing since fourteen.

“You, probably. Let's go home, all right?” Roxie sighed and shrugged. “All right, I suppose you're tired, aren't you? Or just sick of this?”

“Sick of this.” Chuckling, Roxie led Sally out to the parking lot, where they hopped into Roxie's old Mustang. Sally hooked her phone into the radio, which ended in the two singing along to Meat Loaf. A ten minute drive had them back in town, five more and Roxie dropped Sally off at her house. Sneaking in quietly to not wake her parents, Sally mused about having her own car someday. Sometime soon.
Her fire-printed bass sat on the shelf, along with a dragon-handled tin goblet, a few Lego spaceships, and a cat. Rubbing its head, she passed by the shelf, laid down on her bed, and went to sleep.