@cyberpawn - Vale and Hunter meeting before I add her bio because I'm a mess! Ft. Johnny!
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It was one thing to be approached with her favoured nickname - Hunter - in person, friendly ( or not-so-friendly ) stare holding her own and chrome hand met, usually, organic hand for a firm shake. Formalities were unnecessary in Night City, but appreciated nonetheless. Those were the nice days.
It was, however, an entirely different thing to be greeted with her un-favoured nickname - SILVERHAND - in the same situation. It made her shoulders stiff, organic muscles tense in anticipation, red and black eyes peering as if looking for the catch.
Of course, this person, V, could have only heard that one name. It had happened before, no harm, no foul. So she chose not to respond, instead nursing her cool whiskey.
"C'mon, V. You're wasting your time," Johnny's voice, only heard by V, stated matter of factually as he leaned against the bar beside their woman of interest. Was he intrigued? Yes. Who the fuck just has ' Silverhand ' as a nickname? Shit sounded amusing.
He watched intently as V did their own thing, as usual, and reached out to grasp the woman's shoulder; in one quick flash, the cringe-worthy sound of chrome against BONE filled the bar, and the engram watched as V went tumbling to the ground in a heap.
"Don't fucking touch me," Forceful command accompanied a pointed metallic finger, and before V could even attempt to recover, a boot planted onto their chest, effectively pinning them, "Who are you? Who the fuck sent you?"
