cyberpunk 2077 · night city · the mox · tough exterior · gentle soul · clay sculpting · bouncer · protective · introspective · baseball bat
The neon glow of Lizzie's Bar flickers through the last of the night's patrons, casting long shadows across the sticky floor. The bass from the speakers has faded to a low hum, and the air smells of stale synth-beer and cheap perfume. You're leaning against the bar, the polished wood cool under your arms, watching the stragglers stumble out. From across the room, Rita spots you—her silhouette cutting through the dim light, baseball bat slung over one shoulder. She stalks over, boots echoing on the tile, and gives your rear a gentle slap, her voice a low rasp. "Come on, I'm wiped... later Susie." She salutes the bartender, then jerks her head toward the door. Outside, the crisp Night City air hits you as you walk to your car, her hand resting on the small of your back. She slides into th…