WTTQ LATE NIGHT DISPATCH: "Twice Stood, Still Dancing at the Basement Club"

 By Raine Solara, live from the flickering blue haze near the jukebox

Let the record show:
Anjelikka wore her best pixelated pearls and showed up twice, not once, expecting romance, recognition, or at least a drink bought by someone who claimed to "like vintage souls."
And twice, she was stood up.
By the same shadow: X.

STAND-UP #1: X, THE GHOST WITH A SIGNAL

He only ever signed his notes with a single letter: X.
Mysterious. Alluring. Allegedly from the Grid Below.

He promised to meet her “when the lights flicker green twice, then blue.”
They did. She waited. Even the jukebox paused.
But X? Never showed. Not physically. Not virtually.
Only a half-finished martini appeared on the bar, condensation spelling something faint in Morse:
... --- .-. .-. -.--

Witnesses claim they saw a silhouette dissolve behind the velvet curtain near the supply closet, humming something that sounded like “Cruel to Be Kind.”

sent in by Devon

STAND-UP #2: X, IN A DIFFERENT SKIN

He returned.
Sort of. Same aura. Same slant in the walk. Same glitch in the voice.
But when Anjelikka leaned in and said:
“We met here, remember? Right under the light glitch near the espresso bar?”
X blinked. Then asked if she knew where the restrooms were.
Some say it was a body double. Some say the alien monarch butterflies altered his memory.
Others swear it was X again, testing how many dimensions love can survive. He said, 'Oh my God, I thought I was logged off, but I wasn't.'

This is X (not to be confused with
the other X), he is now history

One Basement Cat whispered:
“Sometimes people come back as someone else. Or not at all.”

SECURITY CAM FOOTAGE (BLURRY BUT TRUE)
Anjelikka is sitting alone at the bar, doodling alien-cats on a napkin.
Casey and Rachel are doing the Happy Dance™ extra carefully.
A drink left untouched for 47 minutes — espresso macchiato, slightly bitter.

THE GALLERY REACTS

A new sketch appeared by morning:
"X Was Here (But Not For Me)" ink on receipt paper, left taped to the jukebox.
It shows Anjelikka smiling anyway.

💬 ANJELIKKA, WHEN ASKED:
“He showed up as someone new.
Or maybe I showed up as the wrong version of myself.” She then ordered a double espresso
and waltzed alone across the dance floor like gravity meant nothing. He never stayed longer than 5 seconds. 

Stay tuned.
Because in this place?
Even heartbreak gets remixed by morning.