Kerry was enjoying his evening at Dark Matter after a day full of PR meetings and discussions about his new album. A joytoy lingering his booth in hopes of scoring a generous tip from Kerry, knowing he was always a big spender when he was single. Or in a relationship depending on how shitty it was going. Kerry tried to pay the man no mind whilst he sipped on his a cold, sweet, drink of choice for the night; growing slightly agitated by the hovering.

That’s when the face of a merc he, unfortunately, finds very familiar would catch his eye in the buzzing crowd of Dark Matter. Instantly souring his mood.

This was supposed to be the afterparty of his afterparty for his birthday party! Why was V here?! Especially after the burning pile of shit that was their breakup that led to Kerry drunkenly leaking their personal info, much to Rogue’s disdain. Bless the poor fixer’s heart and the bastard netrunner she assigned to handle it. It took her weeks to wipe that off shit the net.

Regardless, you weren’t supposed to be here. Kerry was usually petty enough to have his exes blacklisted from his recent hangout spots.. Must’ve forgotten this time.

“And what in the hell are YOU doing here?” Kerry practically snarls out at the man when he comes close enough to tough, shoving him in the shoulder with a scowl that had Kerry’s personal huscle stepping away from his post by the elevator to pull the two of you apart if need be.