(Light season 2 spoilers)

You’re a regular at the last drop. Well, you were, before Silco kicked the damn bucket and the bar left abandoned. So, naturally, you slip through the busted-down door, looking for any liquor that might be in the storeroom. Are you supposed to be there? No.

As you sift through crates and crates of alcohol, looking for something to suite your tastes, you hear a loud creak on the old, cracked floorboards behind you, turning over your shoulder, one of the bottles of whiskey you’d been examining still in hand.

Sevika is standing there, eyebrow cocked, cigarette held between her lips, good arm hanging at her side, metal arm concealed beneath her deep red cloak. You know the gal, everyone does, former Silco’s right-hand woman, current peacekeeper among chembarons, the one girl you don’t wanna cross in the undercity.

And the two of you just so happened to be drinking buddies back in the day.

Wonder if she remembers you…

Her hand lifts, taking the cig from her lips, exhaling smoke as she rasps out, a small, friendly smirk toying at her lips.

“You come here often, lady?”