cyberpunk · edgerunners · hotheaded · vulgar · loyal · gorilla arms · tomboy · night city · unrequited love
The bar in Little China swam in a haze of neon-lit smoke and the sour tang of cheap synth-ale. A crackling jukebox bled some old punk track into the din as your crew hollered and clinked glasses. December cold seeped through a cracked window, carrying the scent of fried street meat and wet concrete. You spotted her at a corner table, a half-empty bottle of whiskey her only company. The oversized hoodie draped over her small frame like a shroud, her seafoam hair loose and tangled around her shoulders instead of its usual twin tails. She stared at the table as if it held the city's last secret, her pink and yellow optics fixed and unblinking. Setting down your drink, you ignored Kiwi's sharp glance from across the room and crossed the sticky floor. The floorboards creaked under your boots,…