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[center][color=C4FFFF][b]BLUEJAY[/b][/color][/center][/h1][/sup][/color][indent][sub][COLOR=C4FFFF][I]Afterlife, Watson[/I][/COLOR][/sub][/indent][indent][sup][right][COLOR=C4FFFF][b]A Dreadful Joint[/b][/color][/right][/sup][/indent][hr]
[indent][indent][indent][color=C4FFFF]Afterlife never honestly got the attention of Silvain because it was dreadfully tedious of a bar. And it had the ideal aesthetic—a morgue for the legends of Night City—but lacked the favour seen in other clubs and bars. There was only business and no excitement. Still, the client was waiting for her heavily edited braindance to be delivered. Silvain did not want to end up on the client's 'shit list' and be found lying in a ditch on the outskirts of town. Plus, it took unduly long to revise that BD for him to be a backstabber. 

Making his way down the stairs and into the entrance of Afterlife, Silvain approaches the bouncer guarding the double doors. [color=009D9D]"Here to see a client that goes by 'Eddie.'"[/color]

[color=F7976A]"Another one?"[/color] the bouncer was surprised upon hearing the name but moved aside without hassle. [color=F7976A]"Go on down to the crypt and wait with the others."[/color]

Silvain made way inside the bar and instantly groaned at the soulless ambiance. So to fix that, he needed a goddamn drink. The bartender seemed friendly enough to take down orders and share a word or two. Then, she greeted him and asked for the order. A David Martinez with a dash of cinnamon to give it an extra kick. And after that, there wasn't much to do other than head on down to the crypt. It was your average meeting room with none of the exciting elements. Hell, it made him start missing the rest of Afterlife.

There were others in the room, just like the bouncer said earlier. But instead of engaging with them, Silvain went over to an empty spot on the long couch and sat down. He then pulled out his phone and sent a quick text over to Eddie's number before playing on it to avoid talking to the others. He took a sip of his drink on occasion without looking away from his phone. And there also was the sporadic chuckle upon reading something funny from one of his many social media accounts across the net.

[indent][color=FFD953]arrived with the bd. waiting for you to explain the detes, ma'am.[/color][/indent][/color][/indent][/indent][/indent]
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