(A second bit of playfulness from the old Cyberpunk Gm. Meet Jack, slickest fixer in the game. Wrote for fun.)
The light filled haze of the club, neon at war with brilliant laser light. Like siblings they fight constantly meeting and tangling together. Walking into the club I look down at the splashes of light that make my ChameleonBlend* suit goes into convulsions trying to keep up. I shift my stick in my mouth and take a draw from it at the same time. The blue smoke boils around in my mouth carrying the sweet bubble gum flavor between my teeth. I inhale enough of it to feel the buzz then send the rest out to join the other smoke in the club. The very air a riotous orgy of sinful flavors. They hang like morning mist in the air giving the laser lights something to work with
I see my marky sitting looking all out of place in the corner. I want to chuckle at that. Who the fuck does this Jersey boy think he is. His body sculps bulging under his CK#1 Tan skin. I can see the work he's had done from across the room. Peck implants for that massive upper body look are just the start. I sigh as I walk towards him. At least they look top shelf.
Walking up I jar the hell out of him by dropping my valise on the table in front of him without a word said. I flip the back of my coat out from under me and drape myself like lace across the chair in front of him.
"Ready to fly, Jersey boy? Got the cred?"
He looks at me sweating bullets wondering if I'm the NarKer. I can see it in his eyes. The late night Infomercials have him in their grips, eyes bulged out like lemon lime sodas
I spin my case and pop it open. The inside lined in red Vedin* silk I know what he sees. The black on black of my Maxis7000* must be calling his name like a lover. He settles down just a bit. No NarKer would have this. Not even a plant. The Johnny-Boys in Blue wouldn't let a NarKer carry one. They're not fools. A good NarKer is hard to find but handing one 200K worth of Sims* gear? Not happening.
Still seeing doubt I reach into my pocket and pull out my card. The old playing card comes to rest on the table between us. The red Jack is so well know in town even a Greeny like this one knows it. He noticeable relaxes.
"Come on Jersey boy. I got others wanting to fly tonight."
He pulls his out Debcard and I smile. Cha Chin Boda Biing.
Pulling the hard lines from my case I move to hook the bio's to his skin.
"Here?" he asks pulling back.
I smile at the Greeny.
"Why not? You think anyone here gives a fuckshit? Look around Jersey Boy. The last thing anyone here gives a fuck about it what the fuck a sculpty like you and pimper like me are doing."
I see his eyes roam the crowd.
Oh for fuck sake. There's a girl getting ass fucked over a table nearby and this Jersey boy's worried about getting caught. Like the Jonny-Boys in Blue don't have better things to do tonight. Theirs is not to wonder what the fuck, theirs is simply to dunk their nuts in the black and do it till payday.
He nods after a second.
Chuckling I hook him up. I smile with contempt when I see his skin going flush, his pulse starts to throb in his throat. I know without looking under the table that the little waster already has a hard on. I normally give a warning but not tonight. I have others wanting to fly and I don't really care if I loose this Jersey boy. There probably a dozen more just like him ready to take his place.
Hitting the stud I see the blue haze of light from the other side of my case flash his face. His eyes go rigid, His body locks in rictus as the current surges into his very core.