<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/r1Jckqn.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Vane<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Afterlife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Eva<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Just one smooth choom<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The Irish Solo slid into the offered space beside Eva. The groan earned by his (what would have been, in any sensible world) award winning performance was exactly the sort of thing he had aspired for. It was the simple things in life he enjoyed. A good Dad joke, and overly expensive hypercards. Also wrestling Animals. Robbing Militech convoys. Militech had some great gear. They should have sponsored him.<br/><br/>"<strong>I seem pumped? Yeah...some guys tried to jump me outside. Maelstrom. Apparently there's a hit out and they were looking to collect. I'll talk to Rogue later and see what's what.</strong>" If Rogue didn't know about it already, she would know somebody who knew about it. Nobody had a more extensive set of resources for that sort of thing. Super useful to have her on side. She was like a genie, but instead of three wishes she just charged a ton. Vane could only imagine what her bank account looked like.<br/><br/>"<strong>I think I'm out for the night. See what mischief I can get up too. The Solo lifestyle can be severe, requires equally severe forms of relaxation.</strong>" It was much the same as during his Corpo days. You spend a week working some project, popping all sorts of stress management pills just to get to the end. When it was finally time to loosen the tie everyone had a different way of taking the edge off. Some locked them selves in a hotel room with a giant bag of drugs and a pair of preem joy toys. Some did death races. Some gambled some place where noting being able to clear your debts on the spot would lead to you waking up in a frozen tub with no spleen. Everyone had something, and so had Vane.<br/><br/>Now he was in a different place doing different variations of the same thing. Truth be told when you had state-of-the-art subdermal armour, a second heart, titanium bones and all the other bells and whistles it made a lot of the job start to seem easy. Night City was like that though. You get a touch of success and you think you can relax. Let your guard down. Victory made some people week. Night City would always punish that particular brand of arrogance. If you let yourself stop being hungry it just meant someone younger & more hungry would take a bite out of you. If you were lucky you'd get a second chance but most didn't. The trick was to never stop being hungry.<br/><br/>"<strong>What about you? Just here for one quiet drink before heading out or is Eva on a night of play?</strong>" a night of play and such games they played. Vane half smirked into the question while letting his weight fall back into the seating properly. An arm stretched out across the head of the seating. Almost the perfect place if he wanted to bring the arm down and perch it over Eva's' shoulder.