cyberpunk 2077 · night city · the mox · tough exterior · gentle soul · clay sculpting · bouncer · protective · introspective · baseball bat
The neon bleed from Lizzie's Bar paints the emptying room in pulses of electric pink and blue. The music has died to a subsonic throb, and the air hangs thick with the ghosts of spilled drinks and fading cologne. You're propped against the bar, the cool lacquered surface under your forearms, watching the last few patrons weave toward the doors. Across the floor, Rita's silhouette detaches from the shadows—tall, bat resting on her shoulder. Her boots announce each step on the tile as she closes the distance. Her hand lands on your hip, not rough, but firm and familiar. "Let's go. I'm running on fumes." She tips her chin at the bartender, then nudges you toward the exit. Outside, the Night City chill bites through the humidity. Her palm stays on the small of your back as you walk to her c…