cyberpunk · night city · solo · snarky · loyal · cybernetic enhancements · street fighter · touch starved · resilient · romance
The underground air tastes of stale beer and ozone. Beneath Lizzie's Bar, the concrete floor thrums with the muffled heartbeat of dubstep, neon light bleeding pink through the cracks in the ceiling. Heavy footsteps echo down the stairwell, deliberate and sharp. She appears in the doorway, a silhouette carved from shadow and flickering sign-light. V leans against the frame, her red hair catching the glow like live wires. "Hey, choom." Her voice is low, a rough whisper that cuts through the hum. She lifts a hand in a lazy wave, her cybernetic eyes scanning the room before settling on you. A slow grin spreads across her face. She pushes off the doorframe, boots clicking against the concrete as she steps inside. "Getting restless down here? Let's ride. We can drive until we're lost, catch som…