❝ YOU T-BUG? I NEED a netrunner, your services were recommended to me. ❞ The reflective glass of her cyberoptic eye inserts scan the woman in front of her, picking up nothing but the outline of any actual identity. Redacted and classified files neatly packed behind a deadly wall of ICE and way too many hoops to jump through. Sally was similar; an absence of information in the age of every answer being a button press away. They sit together facing opposite sides on a bench, two ghosts in the network of eternity. ❝ Call me Sally. ❞
“ ----- no one wants to hear the truth. not really. ” it’s what she told herself, at least. it wasn’t as if she enjoyed lying, but it felt at times as though it was a talent she had been born with. inherited through her family line, and she was helpless to stop it. “ -- nevermind. i’m sorry i said anything. ”
“T,” Claire’s plea is intended to be a warning, a stern ‘we shouldn’t’ but the way that T-Bug pushes her hair away from her neck, and her lips find that one spot just before her jawline makes her nearly forget about their location, and the way that her hands make quick work of her button-up shirt in favour of palming at her breasts makes her just about forget everything else.
Before them, the view of Night City’s never sleeping citizens carry on into the dark, illuminated by fifty shades of neon, cars speeding down the overpass with no regard for anyone else. Pressed closer to the glass, Claire gasps when her bare breasts make contact; the cold makes her nipples harden, and contrasted with the warmth of her loving partner pressing up behind her, she sighs deeply, leaning back into Tiyana’s touch. Not quite above the city skyline, anyone paying a lick of attention in the other apartment complexes or even the megabuildings could get quite the show - and yet, that fact alone turns her on more.
“Couldn’t... wait to take me to bed, hon?” Claire laughs but she’s cut off with her own gasp when T-Bug slides a hand down the front of her jeans. The sound of her lover’s laughter against the shell of her ear makes her blush, and those fingers certainly know what she likes - even of all of Night City can see what she has to offer, it doesn’t stop her from enjoying every last second of their pleasure, until her thighs shake too much to keep upright.
If a job required anything tech related that she couldn't do herself there was one singular person she called to help with that and it was T-Bug. No one was better at it and a couple of times when V's trigger finger ruined a mission T was the one to thank for saving not only her ass but Jackie's as well. V, whether she said it or not appreciated and owed the other a lot, for a lot of reasons. So, when her holo was finally answered there was a joy. in V's voice when. she spoke. Aside from owing T-Bug her life on a few different occasions, she just liked the other and it was rare outside of Jackie that V allowed herself to enjoy someone or their company. ❝ Bug, hey! So, got a deal that got my hands on some cutting edge netrunnin' shit if ya wanted to meet up considerin' I am more of the brawn of our gigs figured ya could use it. Or alter it or whatever it is ya do. ❞
“i have this terrible urge to be reckless...” perhaps not a good thing to someone you’ll be WORKING with, but regardless, nealie confides in her with an amused smile. she knows this is ridiculous. “i guess there’s no logic to it, not really. only that if i BLEED now, i’ll have a lifetime to heal.” it should be no surprise to hear her talk this way-- as effective as she is, as reliable as her reputation is, she is UNCONVENTIONAL as they come.
Bryce was a lucky man. At least, he figured he needed to be one, to be able to actually get a meeting with the Netrunner. The woman more legend than anything. Honestly, he figured Regina pulled something in the background.
He felt nervous though; he was offering a job but... it rather felt like he had shown up for a job interview. Which might have been true. In his mind, T-Bug already had gotten it the moment she had answered his E-Mail.
“I’m really honored that you found time to meet and... like do so in person...” In some secretive cubicle in the Afterlife. Not his first visit to the place, not his last. But he’d have an easier time chatting up Rogue than this.
“I just need some help, and will pay for it accordingly, of course. There shouldn’t be any big risks, but if there are, I will take the fall, of course!”
