"Drinking alone is boring, Girl, interested in having a couple of drinks with me?"
Who would have thought that Johnny, in her current lolita appearance, could say something so sleazy?
Clearly, she still saw herself as that original rock and roll boy.
Scruffy beard, melancholic eyes, able to lure a Girl into bed with just a hook of the finger.
Evelyn was depressed after her honey trap failed miserably. She took a large swig of liquor and leaned weakly against the bar, gathering her messy hair.
Hearing the crisp female voice utter such sleazy words, she frowned and looked up.
Seeing Johnny sitting on the high stool and the strange alcohol still in front of her, Evelyn paused, but this feeling quickly vanished because she found the way this person appraised her to be so familiar.
The gaze quickly scanned her from face to foot, then lingered around her neckline.
A little Girl acting like a greasy old man.
Even Evelyn had to question what exactly was wrong with this city.
"Sorry, I don't feel like playing house with a kid right now."
Squinting and glancing at this immature fellow, Evelyn picked up the opened bottle, turned, and went upstairs.
This truly left Johnny unable to save face.
Her face froze, her swinging legs stopped, and she watched Evelyn walk upstairs.
"If you laugh, I swear I'm going to hit you."
It took Johnny a while to recover from this unexpected rejection and realize that she really wasn't the image of the decadent young man who used to attract Girls anymore.
In this current state, there was no way she looked like someone who could pick up a Girl.
But after recovering, Johnny was thoroughly infuriated by Berry's antics.
Berry covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes curved into speaking crescents, and she hunched her head, her shoulders shaking as she desperately tried not to laugh.
To be honest, this was far more insulting than if she had just laughed outright.
But this was truly hilarious.
Watching Johnny look like she was having a "P-addiction" relapse, only to be utterly silenced by a single line from Evelyn, was a high-level spiritual enjoyment, comparable to quietly appreciating a Renaissance oil painting on a peaceful afternoon.
How to put it, there was a joy in watching the fire from the other side of the river... "Did you finish what you promised me?"
After Berry finally managed to stop laughing, the two sat for a while longer before Johnny suddenly brought up another matter.
"Oh, almost, almost. It should be done in a little while."
Berry knew what this person was talking about.
It was about the gift for Johnny.
If it hadn't been for Johnny last time, the damage caused by the Biotechnica attack would likely have been much greater.
So Berry promised to build Johnny a new Chassis.
A Chassis modeled exactly after Johnny Silverhand's living body, a complete one-to-one replica, down to the last hair.
Rather than the current Johnny version, a creation born purely from the malice of Rogue and Berry.
But Berry thought it wasn't necessary; wasn't the current look pretty good?
Berry appraised Johnny once more.
Her small face was also quite nice, fair and tender, with first-rate modeling quality, looking innocent and youthful, sweet and sour like a green apple.
Her white hair was tied into twin tails, resting obediently behind her head.
Looking at her outfit, even in this form, Johnny still couldn't forget her rebellious rock style.
She wore a pure black motorcycle jacket, accented only by a single white horizontal stripe at the waist.
The clothes were cool, but that coolness was completely undermined by her height—only about 1.4 meters—which sounded inherently cute.
The hem of the jacket almost reached her knees; rather than wearing clothes, it was more like she was wrapped in a coat.
Paired with tiny hot pants and motorcycle boots, her clothing was rebellious and hardcore, yet her appearance was extremely cute.
This contradictory combination gave people a feeling that was equally contradictory and highly stimulating.
To sum it up in one sentence: anyone looking at her would find her utterly baffling.
"Lend me a car. I need to go find Rogue."
Leaning on the bar, Johnny held out her hand to Berry for the car keys, looking completely justified.
Huh?
Berry looked at Johnny's outstretched hand in confusion.
She knew that the resurrected Johnny's life was quite difficult.
After all, Rogue had to pool money just to get this Chassis built, and now Berry had to pay for the Chassis's electricity and lubrication oil.
So the current Johnny was not only unemployed but also an old-timer living off the young.
In the past, Johnny Silverhand was a rock star, so he was definitely not short on money.
Unfortunately, after Johnny Silverhand died, his bank accounts, mansions, and property were all reclaimed by the bank. Whether that was legal or not was irrelevant; the money was gone. Having been reborn, she naturally didn't have a single cent.
So Berry wasn't thinking about that.
Instead... could it be that Johnny couldn't hook up with Evelyn, so she ran off to find Rogue to blow off steam?
Damn, that's really scummy.
Couldn't get the new flame, so she thought of going back to Rogue.
That sounds awful. Rogue really doesn't deserve this.
This wasn't just a wild guess; there was a precedent.
When Johnny Silverhand's girlfriend Alt was captured by Arasaka, didn't Johnny go to his ex-girlfriend Rogue for help?
Johnny Silverhand probably did even scummier things.
The women Johnny Silverhand messed with—maybe one woman every hour, without repeating anyone for a whole day.
"Whatever you're thinking, I can only tell you that you're wrong."
Seeing Berry's look of disgust, as if she were looking at an insect, Johnny knew without asking what was going through the other person's little mind. She immediately explained with a darkened face, shaking her outstretched hand again.
"Stop messing around. If you don't give them to me, I'll take the subway."
"Here, here, take them."
Berry pulled out a set of keys and tossed them into Johnny's hand, shaking her head disapprovingly.
Clearly, she didn't take Johnny's explanation seriously.
A person's credibility is limited.
And considering the "good deeds" Johnny Silverhand had done, his credibility concerning emotional matters couldn't be said to be zero; it was closer to a negative number.
"Tch."
Johnny was too lazy to explain, took the keys, and left.
Johnny Silverhand's actions throughout his life needed no explanation to others.
Jumping into the car in the parking lot, Johnny drove straight toward the Afterlife Bar.
Since being resurrected, she had been afraid to face Rogue.
There were many reasons, and Johnny herself couldn't explain them clearly.
But after so many days, although she still hadn't figured anything out, she decided to find Rogue and have a good talk.
After all, he had already experienced dying and being "resurrected," so other matters didn't seem so hard to accept anymore.
Her going to see Rogue was absolutely not just because she was having a "P-addiction" relapse, as Berry suspected.
Therefore, Rogue, who was at the Afterlife Bar, received a rare phone call.
"Hey, Rogue, I want to see you. Reason? No reason. I'm almost at the Afterlife Bar. If you don't want people to think you suddenly have an extra daughter, come meet me at the door."
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