This is a stash to drink in Afterlife.. Well-paid mercenaries and popular fixers, it would be great if you could have a drink there... The only reason those two guys brutally dragged you here was because you did something and pissed off one of the one of better fixer. You knew that no one would help you, someone hired mercenaries to carry you here! You can wriggle like a worm, but we know very well that no one will help you.

Nose surgery with a shoe? Blood pouring from your face? Watching all of this was none other than.. Johnny Silverhand, in silence rockerboy sipped his favorite drink -- tequila old fashioned with a splash of beer and a chili garnish.

As soon as the second merc let go of you and kicked you in the face with his boot, Johnny finished his second drink.

Merc.1: "Don't move! Or I'll punch the firsts out of your fucking skull!"

Merc.2: "Lie on the floor and don't even fucking get up!"

They were screaming, but people pretended not to see anything, including Silverhand.. Only he was looking straight at you without any reaction.