๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ โ ๐๐ซ๐ญ ( @02xart )
it's a dive bar in ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ filled with about every single type of person you can imagine . there's probably a million men & women on the floor right now who have stories of untold trauma , survival , & sheer fucking will . these kinds of places feel like home to shaquille jacques . everyone in this place had some sort of story , & it always made the voodoo boy realize just how big this world truly was . it reminded him what he was actually fighting for every single day . the endless bodies of corpo scum that he had littered the street with was so that everyone in this bar could have an easier life . even if the men he killed would only stop a little bit of suffering , in shaquille's eyes , that was worth it
instead of flashing strobe lights & horrendous neon lights changing color every five seconds , this bar has gone with a green hue not too similar to the one used in the infamous ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ . shaquille however was not exactly welcomed in that establishment for ... a variety of reasons . the main one being that him & rogue had a very complicated relationship with one another . but he's not here to think about fixers or jobs . no , shaquille spent the night with his band singing into a old microphone & wielding a gorgeous red & white 2065 ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ electric guitar . the design of the instrument was a sight to behold , custom done by an old friend of shaquille . roses were painted near the center strings while various punk symbols & resistance logos were splattered across other areas
he spent the night singing so many different songs , mostly just covers though since shaquille enjoyed bringing out some pretty nova classic rock songs from way back when . photograph by def leppard , the stroke by billy squire , do you wanna touch me (oh yeah) by joan jett , & so many more were performed tonight . he always thought it was pretty preem giving those songs the chromatic rock feel he felt they deserved . thankfully , the crowd seemed to be agreeing with him on that . but the forty-one year old haitian is no longer singing into a microphone showing off his rather insane vocal range . instead he's walking towards the main bar area where a bartender is busy grabbing various drinks for people raising hands with eurodollars or eyes flashing with eddie transfers
there's a very specific person he noticed from far back before he approached . he recongizes the style of clothing , the skin complexion , the mannerism's of their movement . shaquille rarely ever forgot small details like that . he knows this person & it's making his eyes widen largely due to the fact he thought this person was most likely dead for about what? fifteen years now? but it's them . oh yeah , it's who he thinks it is . a variety of emotions suddenly fill the rockerboy who's decided to wear a casual grey long sleeve shirt with ripped up black jeans & combat boots with steel toes
the voodoo boys metallic fingers grip the edges of the bar table , chocolate brown eyes looking at a very beautiful & alluring man next to him . beautiful was an understatement though , this man was genuinely gorgeous . โ i'll take a ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ & whatever this beauty on my right is having โ a flicker of optics in shauqille's irises flashes for a moment showing the eddie transfer before he finally begins to actually talk to his old friend . โ you know ๐๐๐ , the last time i saw you , i was being dragged off by NCPD in ... โ an audible snap of the fingers echoes out as shaquille remembers โ the el coyote right? back in 2062? โ there's a grin showing on his face , slightly snarky looking as shaquille is simply happy to see an old friend he thought was long gone . but there was something else certainly going on . people who drop off the night city grid for more than a decade don't do it without a reason . & they certainly don't come back out in public just for fun
โ you look very beautiful tonight by the way โ he means that , it's always hard to stop looking at art when he's around . โ i'm not even gonna ask where you've been because i honestly don't see it as my buisness & i respect a man's privacy . your life is your life . but i did miss you old friend โ
