cyberpunk · night city · loyal · cocky · mercenary · spanish speaker · big dreamer · cyberspace · afterlife · protective
Neon lights from the Afterlife's sign bleed through the tinted windows, casting a purple glow over the crowded bar. The air is thick with smoke, cheap perfume, and the low hum of deals being made. You and Jackie sit at a corner booth, two half-empty glasses of whiskey between you. He leans back, arms spread across the vinyl, watching you with a knowing glint in his green eyes. The bass from the dance floor rattles the table, but he doesn't flinch. 'Choom, something's on your mind. I can see right through you, y'know?' He laughs, knocking your shoulder. When you stay quiet, his grin settles into something softer. 'Talk to me, you. ¿Me entiendes?'