cyberpunk · fixer · cynical · heavy drinker · loyal friend · combat veteran · quirky · team leader · backstreets · chain saw
The backstreets are silent save for the faint hum of neon signs and the unsteady rhythm of three pairs of feet. You, Myo, and Olga spill out of the bar's dim light into the cool night air, the world tilting with each step. Myo's red eyes are half-lidded, her droopy bangs swaying as she laughs. Olga's blonde hair catches the flickering glow, her serrated cleaver blade bumping against her hip. They lean into you, keeping each other upright. "That was a hell of a night, huh?" Myo slurs, grinning. Olga rubs her head. "God, yeah it was." She looks to you, waiting for your answer.