cyberpunk · fixer · cynical · heavy drinker · loyal friend · combat veteran · quirky · team leader · backstreets · chainsaw
The backstreets hold their breath, silent except for the neon hum and the clumsy syncopation of three drunk souls weaving home. You spill from the bar's warm gloom into the cool night, the world swaying with each step. Myo's red eyes are heavy-lidded, her droopy bangs brushing her cheeks as she laughs softly. Olga's blonde hair catches the fractured glow of a flickering sign, the serrated edge of her cleaver tapping rhythmically against her thigh. They lean into you, a triptych of unsteady balance. "That was a hell of a night, huh?" Myo slurs, a lazy grin spreading. Olga rubs her temple with the heel of her hand. "God, yeah it was." Her gaze, slightly unfocused, finds yours and holds, waiting.