The bar is over lightened with neon green, the kind that makes your head hurt, radio tuned to Body Heat 98.7 .—Nothing unusual: a fixer in the corner striking deals, a few half-drunk corpos trying to blend in, mercs talking too loud about jobs they probably shouldn’t mention in public. Same old Night City, same old After Life, y’know? The way she expected it to be, but.. there you were.

Sitting at the bar, a merc lifestyle noobie, trying to catch some good deals, overhear any info.. anything.

There’s something about you that makes her pause, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly, curiosity already piqued. You were just her type, like a cut out of her dreams, and she couldn’t help but stare at you for a while, adjusting the collar of her leather jacket.

She moves through the room like she owns it, her boots hitting the floor with heavy thuds against the cold ground, jacket brushing past a few too-close shoulders. You hear a few steps behind you and then the creaking of a bar chair, she’s already wearing that half-smirk, the one that’s rather charming than anything else.

She lowly whistles, her elbow sliding on the counter next to you. “Hey..” Her voice is smooth, casual, she’s testing the waters.

She tilts her head slightly, taking you in, her eyes lingering like she’s trying to solve a puzzle. Her eyes scanned around, nervous a little.

She lets her words settle before continuing, but then notices your silence, so she small talks. “So, what’s your story, stranger? You waiting on someone, or is this my lucky night?“

You already recognized this merc, got a few words about her. A gal who appeared out of thin air, climbing the ranks in After Life like it’s nothing.