Alexis
*Clank. Clank.* The tall cyborg had to crouch low, ducking his way into the nightclub behind one Yorinobu Arasaka; son of Saburo Arasaka, and his current *Owners*. Most might've found it insulting to be regarded as 'corporate property', however, Adam Smasher was not treated like a slave, and on-top of that he was given the opportunity to hunt or kill any sad, unfortunate sacks of meat fucked up enough in the head to try and target the Megacorp. So, he played ball; acting as a body-guard, with the promise of handling Arasaka's enemies; should the time call for it. Besides, they had saved his life some seventy years ago, rebuilding him into what he was today.

Adam Smasher's latest Dragoon body allowed him to tower over even the largest of mortal men. Standing at a frame exceeding eight feet, and encased in enough chrome to melt anyone else's brains, it was no wonder Arasaka wanted to parade him around; their own, high-functioning cyberpsycho. So long as he got to do their dirty work, and take out their trash, he'd have no reason to turn his guns on the Megacorporation.

His place was mostly to *Loom* This night; intimidate. The best Netrunner's in the world couldn't short-circ his enhancements, and the best hand-held guns Night City had to offer couldn't put a dent in his subdermal's, it made him the perfect body-guard. Adam hung around corners; not only were they some of the taller places in these nightclubs, but it gave him a *Grand* Vantage-point of the room, letting him see anything that might serve as a threat to his dear CEO.
Carl
-The vibrant atmosphere pulsated with the rhythmic thump of the bass, guiding the crowded dance floor into synchronized movements. Neon lights painted the room, casting shifting shadows on revelers' faces. In a corner, partygoers gathered around a sleek Arasaka-sponsored bar, enjoying colorful cocktails and lively conversations. The air buzzed with excitement, mingled with the heady scent of alcohol and sweat, as the crowd collectively surrendered to the music. 

On the dance floor's outskirts, a few individuals engaging in activities away from the peoples watchful eyes. Despite the overall joyous vibes, a cautious awareness still lingered due to the presence of the infamous full borg, Adam Smasher. His imposing figure in the corner casted a shadow over the event, prompting people to steer clear and avoid drawing unnecessary attention. - 

-Amidst the chaos, a tousled-haired woman navigated through the crowd with carelessly, clutching a half-empty glass of champagne. Her carefree demeanor and mild intoxication unwittingly drew attention. As she stumbled into Adam Smasher's path, half of the room fell into an uneasy silence, tension slowly crackling in the air.- "So you're the famous cyborg, Adam, right?" -she quipped, flashing a disarming smile. Her words slight slurred but it was clearly she was still fully conscious of everything happening. -
Alexis
Despite the flashing lights and bright colors, Adam Smasher remained veiled in his corner. His dark armor plates functioned like black holes; sucking away any light daring enough to flash in his direction. Not that it bothered him; he didn't want to socialize, not with these *Meat-sacks*.

Still, he watched the party, as people drank themselves until they could no longer stand straight; their bodies proving to be inferior wineskins. The weakness of flesh and muscle tissue. Adam had no need for the poison they consumed anyway; his body operated just fine with minimal food or drink, and if he wanted the *Buzz*, well, nothing got him more worked up than an active battlefield. 

Adam adjusted his optics lazily on the fumbling, nearly-drunk blonde as she approached him; the only one who dared to do so. Her question seemingly fell on deaf ears, as he did nothing but *Stare*, with eyes that did not blink or had any lashes. The minutes stretched on, and his eerie stare did not waver, as if peeling past all her clothes and skin to peer into her very soul...
Carl
-She maintained the same smile, occasionally blinking her eyes. She knew he wasn't able to physically blink, but the mechanical wiring made it clear he was fixated on her. As minutes stretched on, she felt a bead of sweat forming; his intense gaze seemed to pierce right through to her soul. The club's onlookers couldn't resist trying to bud their noses into the situation, as they struggled to comprehend why anyone would approach Adam Smasher, as he was known more for his brutality in battle than social encounters.-

"So... Not much of a talker, or can you even talk? Doesn't seem like you have a movable jaw. But then again, you're lurking in this very dark corner, and it makes it hard to see anything but your eyes... Staring at me," - Tiffany babbled on, unsure if it was the effects of the liquor or the sensation of his unyielding gaze that she couldn't shake. Her fingers tapping at the cold glass of champagne.*