No Rights Movement

New year's eve and spirits are high in central Gerwick. Big band is playing in the old statehouse as Frickers and Sons host the biggest New Years ball in all of the city, probably one of the most expensive ones in all of the county. I flick my black hair back and giggle at one of Harald Peirce's remarks, tilting a champagne glass in my hand.

“So how did you get us tickets here anyhow? This place is classy, even for you!” Stella Fitzgerald asks, peering at Freddy Strieger, the fourth one at our table. “Oh you know. I got friends.” he smirks, avoiding going into details. Stella smiles widely “Well it’s real sweet of you. This place is so fancy people are hardly getting at it.”

Harald shakes his head mid drinking from his champaign, swallowing it down quickly. “Oh no, she over there has been at it a few times now.” nodding at someone outside my vision. I don’t bother looking, rather sip again from my drink and peer casually at the band.

Freddy looks to me. “Hey Jessie, you are not your happy self tonight, what’s up?”