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The party theme? "Galactic Chic."
Glow-in-the-dark stickers of planets, stars, and comets spill across the ceiling and cascade down the walls. A solar system projection bathes the space in a kaleidoscope of light. In the bathroom, a disco ball hangs, surrounded by corners adorned in aluminium foil. A spaceship countdown tape loops for those taking care of business.
Duo and Heero give credit to the hosts for creativity.
They park themselves by the punch bowl. Cheap vodka and edible glitter are thrown together to mimic faux Milky Way glory. On the table nearby, arancini balls masquerade as planets.
A Martian, mid-arancini feast, approaches with a perplexed expression. "You're…?”
Duo tips his top hat, gesturing to his spacesuit and bow tie. Rather, matter-of-factly. Rather, proudly, even.
"A space gentleman." Over his shoulder, Duo throws Heero a wink.
Did he, or did he not, nail the brief?
Heero’s eyes drop to the galaxy swirling lazily in his cup, pressing it to his lips to hide the small smile on his face.