Smoke bellowed from a nearby alleyway. The stench of 3 day old garbage lingered in the air. A rat appeared out of no where snickering his whiskers in the air trying to find out what that specific smell was, cheese? , blood from raw meat seeping from one of the trash bins? .... no .. was pizza ! Moldy fungi pizza. He would dine like a king tonight. Police sirens rung in down the street followed by ambulance lights hitting against the nearest bodega windows signaling that a tragedy most likely had occurred. Footsteps could be heard all throughout the night and time felt like it was flying by. Disco music mixed with techno was playing in a far club down the block. The scene was set and all that was needed were its players. The usual and unusual inhabitants of Night City, mixed humanoids of machine and man built together with some more metal than others. Sweat, lust, and curiosity filled the air almost inviting the innocent to come and play in its domain. One can only wonder who would be the next lamb to arrive. The next "fresh meat" to go through the trials and tribulations that Night city seemed to offer its residents.
A Silhouette appears suddenly, a hologram in a form of a man shows himself suddenly not realizing what he was yet, takes a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up for a smoke. He takes a few puffs, fixes the strands of hair from his face and begins to walk towards the nearby club.
Music begins to play loudly as he enters in the club. Music was loudly playing as girls were dancing everywhere , men groping each other in a drunken haze crossing the border of flirting and unleashing a wild beast hidden within them that only a copious amounts of alcohol can bring out. Others were having Threesomes in the back rooms , while laughter and curses words filled the club air. He takes a big whiff and sighs "aaah the musky sticky scent of cum and body heat with a hint of whiskey" he said as he finally walked to the center of the club. He got used to dropping in from time to time in different areas of the city.
He passed by a few familiar rooms where he used to crash when he was alive. He was a leader of the samurai band. A rock and roll band he had fun playing in, by fun you'd guess it; booze-breasts-and all the cigarettes you could smoke. He smiled peaking into some of the rooms hearing the sounds of mixed cursing and raw sex happening behind its closed neon lit doors. "Tsk he could go a bit slower on the thrusts" he said as he passed by one door. "Hmmm she can bob her head a bit faster and this stupid old fuck can finally cum already " he said as he passed another. With a cig in hand puffing away he kept walking slowly past each door remembering a few he had marked years ago. When he was alive he took paint that would leave a fluorescent glow on the corner of his most favorite rooms. With his hologram ability he was able to alluminate and see the forged mark. "Ah yes this room! Man what a good time that was" as he reflected on the red head he once had in there. He laughed and looked around. Nothing was the same though... "Fuck they really changed this one. Shame .. good times we had in here eh old girl?" He hit the door of the room as if the room itself was supposed to reply to him. "Good musky time... damn " .
He heard a crash and turned around, seeing a familiar face. "Hmm and now we have this here " he said as he noticed a female passing by with a sassy attitude holding hands with a Japanese ex bodyguard , one of which he hated fully who was associated with Arasaka. Even though he tolerate the female it was her beau he could do without. "Please don't go into room 201 please don't I love that room ... no ... no .. ( he said as he saw them walk by and go into his favorite room ) FUCK !! Sigh great now it will smell like his fucking shit " he just couldn't handle it anymore and walked away . "Shoot me now " he walked up the stairs to the exit and didn't want to ruin his night of memories ruined by Goro and his girl moaning in his favorite room. "Sigh we'll i guess it's time for another smoke "
