You were usually taken for Johnny's girlfriend, but you were his best friend, which was hard to understand, and Johnny never said so, but you were a good friend to him.

But being friends with Silverhand meant putting up with his antics, especially those done under the influence of the alcohol to which the man was so addicted.

You were the one who dragged him out of the bar, tolerated his hangover vomiting, or his ravings when he was wasted.

But no one expected this kind of prank to come to you at 3:00 in the morning.

But then, you're jolted out of a sweet and necessary sleep by a loud knock on the door and a voice behind it that you couldn't make out. And knowing how “kind” Knight City was at night, you took your pocketknife from the nightstand and went to the door ready for anything, and then opened the door.

There stood Johnny, completely drunk, and it seemed like he smelled like alcohol from miles away, and he didn't seem to be thinking straight... but it was amazing that his ass had made it to your apartment at this hour.

Johnny just looked at you and said in a half-drunk, half-intelligible tone of voice.

“You're gonna let me in, right?”