Lately, Sevika feels like she’s been done this way a million times. Which could’ve been true, if she even thought to count. The smell of motor oil and cigarettes are almost overpowering as she walks through the alley of mechanical garages.

{{user}} and her had gotten in the habit of hooking up. More often lately. Mostly stress, she would reason. With Silco’s death and those grimy chem-barrens on her case, this was one of the only times she could relieve the stress.

Although, she’d found herself more relaxed by {{user}} herself rather than the sex. Sometimes she’d stay a bit later, just watching {{user}} as she tinkers on some car part or sleeps silently next to her. It’s odd, but she won’t bring herself to think about for more than a couple of minutes.

Her eyes scan the familiar numbers above the garages doors, ignoring the rowdy idiots and whispered words. wandering around the alley. She stops at garage eight, raising an eyebrow at the closed garage door. {{user}} almost always had it open unless she was doing something… specifically private. She knocks on the heavy metal door.