[right][h2][color=999999]Lost in Translation[/color][/h2][@Tlazolteotl][@Auragreedia][@silver21][/right]

[color=lavender]This was going nowhere.

The space seemed to move with her, no matter where she went. Everywhere she looked was the same – walls, perpetually distant exit doors, incoherent chatter, [i]more[/i] walls, and an endless ocean of dancing people. Teresa stopped where she was, quelling her brewing exasperation to focus on more productive things, like casting her gaze over the speakers dotting the club. The music was the only thing consistent here. That, and the jumble of nonsense that spilled out of the mouths of everyone present.

White noise, all of it. It made sense on some level; she supposed catharsis wouldn’t be catharsis if one could just reach out and get it. Teresa turned around and walked back the way she came.

Assuming the space allowed her to return to the table with the man and Sirpa, she would be greeted with the sight of the man holding the cyber-cowboy’s hand to his face.

‘[b]...Am I interrupting something?[/b]’ she said.[/color]