Leo pushed toward the bar, ordering a Bartles & Jaymes wine cooler. That’s when he saw her—. She was leaning against a chrome pillar, wearing a leather jacket despite the ninety-degree heat, her eyes rimmed in heavy kohl. She looked like she had just stepped out of a movie that hadn't been filmed yet.
The DJ, a man known only as 'Static,' was currently transitioning from Pet Shop Boys into New Order. The dance floor was a sea of lace gloves, shoulder pads, and Ray-Bans worn indoors. It was the peak of the "Greed is Good" era, but inside Club July, the only currency that mattered was coolness. Club July 1987
The bouncer didn't care. He unclipped the rope with a bored flick of his wrist. Leo stepped inside, and the world turned purple. Leo pushed toward the bar, ordering a Bartles
Suddenly, the opening synths of “Never Let Me Down Again” flooded the room. The crowd let out a collective gasp, a hundred pairs of arms reaching for the rafters. For a moment, the artifice of the eighties fell away. There was no more posing, no more worrying about the stock market crash or the heatwave outside. There was just the rhythm and the heat. She looked like she had just stepped out
Mina tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and smiled for the first time. "It’s 1987, Leo. Who knows where we’ll be by next Saturday?"