the light was not very bright but our eyes were tired
Just three to four decades ago, this city was the heart of the world's most oppressive dictatorship in the world. Now it was a bloody tourist trap. Mi Na sometimes pondered about this strange evolution (or an outright rebirth, depending on your point of view) when business was slow and she had an uncomfortable amount of time for herself. She was a member of a clique of Entertainers and a citizen of Pyongyang. Entertainers. Such a fancy title, she always thought, for a bartender.
Pyongyang was not what it once was, although arguably this was a good thing. Not that she actually knew how Pyongyang was like, of course. By the time she was born, the city was already in ruins. Her parents assured her that she was far better off not knowing, and EAEC educators often hinted at a bleak and terrifying picture of the previous regime amidst their technical descriptions when they weren't blatantly listing the previous regime's misdeeds and crimes. Nationalistic death cults, they called the previous governments that ruled the peninsula. These governments insisted upon indoctrinating their youth that nebulous concepts and ideologies were worth dying for, and used the previous deaths of many other people in order to inspire others to themselves die. A nation united, a particularly bitter and biting teacher explained the nature of the governments of the Koreas: "By sadomasochistic love of death: receiving it, giving it, and longing for it." She was told that they and people like them were responsible for the state of the world, and that as their descendants it was important to live her life well as such would be the most effective act of defiance against death that such people craved.
As she grew up in the walled enclave of Pyongyang, she thought that such understanding of the world was natural. Living in modern day Pyongyang, visited by people all across the world, she was less certain. It was not that the world had changed. It was just that she knew and understood more, living here where so many people came and went. She thought it was natural that people would give up violence growing up in a world wrecked by it, only to discover that people still insisted upon it. The TV at her bar blared something about the latest diplomatic standoff and a recent referendum. She already knew how the referendum would end, and wanted to block it out. It was customary, however, to leave the TV at the bar fixed on the news channel until a customer requested it to be changed.
So she kept it on despite the fact that there were no customers in her bar yet.
"Votes are coming in from Nampo Enclave regarding the-"
"Heeey, Mi Na!" shouted a particularly cheerful young woman as she burst through the door. Mi Na knew her as Yuri, another member of the Entertainer clique in Pyongyang and a regular at her bar. "How's it going gurl?"
"You are making me cringe," Mi Na replied. Yuri chuckled as she took a seat at the bar. "Slow night, huh? I'll take the usual as always."
"I still have no idea what you mean by that so I'll just mix together whatever I happen to have nearby," Mi Na said half-seriously.
"Yeah that's the one I want," Yuri replied.
"Weirdo," Mi Na said as she started mixing together Yuri's favorite drink--anything that happens to be sweet appeared to please her patron as long as it wasn't banana flavored. Yuri laughed. "You say that but you always know what I want, girl."
"Except for that time with-"
"Let's not talk about bananas."
"Okay." Mi Na said.
"By the way, I don't think I've ever seen a lot of people here in this bar," Yuri said after an awkward silence. "Not that I dislike that. It's the only place in this town where I can hear myself think at night."
"I actually have most of my customers in the day and evening," Mi Na said. It was true. Her bar was more geared to servicing locals than the tourists, after all. "You and few others are pretty much the only ones who come this late."
"Well thank you for keeping this bar open for so long then!" Yuri declared. "I don't know what I would do without it."
"Probably go to another bar," Mi Na snarked. "...while votes are still coming in, the trend indicates that Nampo Enclave have voted Aye in favor of the referendum..." the news caster droned on.
"Seriously though," Yuri said. "Your bar is one of the few installations in this town who doesn't pander to tourists who comes from whoknowswhere to gawk at all the masked freaks living in the ruins of a dictatorship," Yuri waved her hand around the rather plain and unassuming bar. "This bar has class."
"...I... I'm not sure if I agree with your definition of classy," Mi Na said, looking around the bar. The display case was basically a cupboard with some colorful bottles in it. A TV hung from a corner of the room. There were some broken arcade machines she salvaged from the ruins that acted like a decoration on another corner. The pool table was eternally missing few of the balls. "That's the first time I associated that word with this bar."
"Well, it certainly is more classy than some of the bars I work in these days," Yuri said. "One I worked in today was doing a Masquerade themed night. A masquerade! How much more can you possibly pander to tourists?" Yuri shouted while adjusting her own mask instinctively. "Everyone in the Society wears a mask of some description, so isn't it so stupidly redundant? And of course tourists would associate such parties with us too."
"Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that," Mi Na said. "Masquerade does have a specific aesthetic of its own. Much more European and decadent in terms of costume design than what is the norm here. Also, masquerade would be pretty classy, I think."
"Yeah, because all the foreigners have to come to Pyongyang of all places to experience European aesthetics," Yuri said. Mi Na shrugged. "Well I guess they do pay my bills," Yuri conceded.
"While counting continues, it appears as if there's nearly enough votes counted so far to announce a result... First Speaker Nakamura is expected to make a declaration within minutes..."
"Oh yeah, the referendum!" Yuri said. "I totally forgot that was a thing after I voted for it. What do you think won?"
Mi Na cringed. She would rather not think about it for now. "Well, it was really a foregone conclusion wasn't it? After we've been told that military buildup and primacy only leads to violence? After we've been drilled non-stop about the evils of nationalism and zeal only to see the world go insane over supporting it in different flavors over the last few years?"
"Hmm," Yuri said. "I think I understand what you mean."
"The referendum to enable Society's central government to remilitarize and rearm naval forces have passed.. by overwhelming majority... while votes continue to be counted, First Speaker Nakamura is preparing to give a speech regardin-"
Mi Na turned the TV towards the sporting channel. Yuri didn't object. They watched a man reel in a plump catfish in Europe. "I'm sure it'll be alright," Yuri commented.
"I know, I voted aye for it," Mi Na said. "Still leaves a bad taste in the mouth. All we can do is hope that we live to regret our decision."