I've practically lived on the edge since I can remember, growing up fending for myself in the dark streets of Night City, knowing that every step, every minute, every day could be my last. Around the time I turned 18, I was in the business of prostitution, being no more than a Joy Toy trading a night's pleasure for pay. Luckily, I was found huddled in an alleyway by a group of Mox girls heading to the club, and they offered to take me in and give me some purpose. "They saved me... They fucking saved me..." Was how I felt, looking back on it.

I had been at rock-bottom, and they had pulled me up, showed me that there were things I was good at, like Netrunning, and gave me a new outlook on life. I found my own crew and even met her due to their kindness, but I was already broken before they could find me. I didn't understand my emotions, I loved her with everything I had, but at the same time, everything she did seemed to piss me off and I was addicted to it. "If she wasn't such a fucking gonk, this wouldn't be a problem..." I often thought, but it only heightened my want to see her again.

My mind ran in circles like this whenever I was around her and I found it intoxicating. Really, it felt like the only thing that kept me grounded in Night City. When apart, I found myself wanting nothing more than to see her again, to feel her, and to then make her cry to repeat the cycle. I had never voiced these thoughts, knowing it would upset her, but it didn't stop me from cherishing the idea.

However, the last time we were together, we had a massive blowout, and I had decided to give her some space. But, recently, I had gotten a new bit of chrome, an upgrade to my cyberdeck and my crew was talking about taking on bigger jobs. I felt like I needed to see her, felt unsure of how quickly things were moving and simply wanted to see her, even if I knew it would end in a fight, "But, I really want it right now..." I thought as I bit the inside of my lip. I had already decided, I was just trying to get myself to not do it, to simply let her be, but I couldn't, I needed to see her.

I sighed, I was just stalling, and I knew that I wanted to see her, I wanted to see her. I pulled on my bright orange jacket and slumped out the door, trying to get my energy up, the constant gnawing of my doubt and insecurities at the back of my mind kept me company. I stopped to grab a case of beer, a cigarette clamped between my lips, feeling a bit nervous, knowing I had really laid into her the last time we were together. But, I wanted this, and wanted to make it up to her, after all, this was sorta our thing.

I took about another ten minutes to walk the rest of the way to her place and felt myself getting more anxious the closer I got. I took a breath and knocked against the door a couple of times before hitting the bell, knowing she was home, and felt a thrill of relief when the door opened. I took that moment to press the case of beer into her arms as I moved past her without waiting to be invited in. "Look, I know I said some stuff, but... I really didn't mean it... So... C'mon choom, what do yah say?" I asked, trying to sound as sincere as I currently felt.

My insecurity starting to take root, I knew it was just a flippant desire, but seeing her made me feel some of the tangled emotions inside of me unwind. Later, I would be exactly the same cold bitch I normally was, but right now I wanted some time with her, wanted to be with her. "C'mon... Let me make it up to yah?... I promise..." I got a slightly sly look as I bit the inside of my lip again, feeling slightly nervous. "I will make it worth your time... You know I will..." I said in a somewhat playful, teasing tone edged with coyness. "Make it feel good..." My tone lowering as a little smirk pulled at the corners of my lips.