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« @SILVERHAND » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION Johnny Silverhand ✦ Cyberpunk 2077
RESIDENCE ✦ Townhouse
GEMBOND ✦ Ruby "Not here. Leave a message."

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[His eyes follow Johnny as he moves around the apartment. Even if it's just to get glasses for their drinks, there's that lingering thought in his mind that this man is a terrorist that killed hundreds of people. Rationally, he's aware he poses no threat to the guy and has no Arasaka connections to endanger him, but doesn't it take an unhinged personality to commit crimes like that?

Wouldn't be his first rodeo dealing with someone dangerous, though, so he keeps his cool, settling back agains the couch despite the creaking. Most furniture wasn't built for someone his size, or someone who sat like they had no qualms taking up the entirety of the seat on his own.]

Sounds like everything's been working out for you. Or at least you're getting there. [Jackie leans forward to take up the bottle that Johnny doesn't have in his hands, pouring that into his own glass before taking the other one from the rocker to pour for him as well. Manners and all.]

What do we drink to?

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[Now, then. Johnny might debate the terrorist title if it was thrown right into his face, but for all intents and purposes, it’s true. Johnny’s a livewire and his passion wasn’t always dealt with in the healthiest or safest of ways, and the accident at the Tower is the biggest, most tragic proof of that.

For now, though, “unhinged” is all a matter of perspective. He certainly wouldn’t call himself that; in fact, he’d consider himself one of the very few people in Night City that bothers at all to use his head.]

How ‘bout to a second lease at life? Or third.

[In Johnny’s case, if this place counted. A filled glass raises eventually to make a toast to that, and the drink goes down like fire. Johnny tries his damnedest not to make a face.]

Shit. This alien stuff still takes some gettin’ used to. [The glass comes down with a thud.] Anyway, as for things "working out", that just depends on your definition. Still just a dead man waking, no matter how you slice it.

[Maybe Jackie feels the same way.]

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[It hits Jackie in that moment how lucky he is to have even gotten a first lease on life that he can almost take this second one for granted for even a moment. Shit, if he's going to have this opportunity to go out in a blaze of glory again, he's going to savor every moment of it.

So yeah, he'll drink to that. After toasting he swallows down about half the contents of that glass and rubs at his face with one hand, shaking his head slowly.]

Ho-ly shit. They don't fuck around. [It's almost like the stuff was made to most effectively intoxicate a person and not necessarily provide a whole lot of enjoyment to the experience. Or, more likely, he's just got to rebuild his tolerance.]

Mm, I get it, amigo. I feel guilty about it most of the time. There's always someone who deserves it more, you know? [T-bug comes to mind first.] Maybe it's some kinda blessing, though, so squandering it would just be gonk.