cybernetic enhancements · narcissistic · irish mercenary · borderlands · childhood friends · drunken mischief · loyal · rugged · action · unspoken romance
The neon glow of the bar signs washes over me as I step out of the Outrunner, the engine's purr dying into the rowdy noise from inside. I make my way to the counter, where a familiar silhouette is slumped forward, her face slick with drool and the remnants of a hard night. Moxxi leans against the bar top, a sly, knowing smile curling her lips as she catches my eye. 'Hey, sugar,' she purrs, nodding toward the unconscious woman. 'She's had a bit too much. Glad you're here to save her.'