\+/ Tales From Night City \+/ Chapter 26 - Spoils of War
The white noise of scattered insects fills the baron wastes... the communal buzzing and chirping overlapping each other isn't much different than a bustling night on the town. Brian, in a quiet focus is seen in deep thought, taking heavy drags of his smoke and staring at a neon-pink flickering sign that reads 'Dollop of Sunshine'. The area is mellow with very few passers by to and from the motel along with the occasional off-roader flying by. Zaunya is seen just inside the motel room behind him impatiently pacing back and forth with her jacket off, finally showing her no sleeved black leather vest. She slowly rotates and loosens her neck before kicking and smashing several items within the room while trying to maintain her nerve unsuccessfully. She aggressively runs her fingers through her hair while simultaneously yanking on it... struggling to maintain her cool. Again, it is clear that the two of them have had some conversations before this point and the contrast in the pair's mental state's is also clear. Brian stuck in a state of deep thought drowns out the environment around him as he hones in on a memory, triggering a flashback:
The bright glowing neon sign towering above all of the chaos reads 'Jig Jig Street'. Marilyn is seen running through the street in a hurry with Brian in tow, dragging him behind her as he attempts to keep up with her pace. She giggles gleefully with excitement as they rush past various people posted on the block including some of her Mox sisters at work beating down some corpo rat for eddies as "DON'T FUCK WITH THE MOXES!" Is heard off in the distance. The variety of colors on display is staggering. Everything from animated accessories, clothing items, jewelry and hyper-stylized cyberware are sported by the people on Jig Jig street. Soliciting sex, drugs and alluring debauchery over loud booming music; the hot summer night is in full swing.
Marilyn and Brian rush to and arrive at their destination, stood outside of a door that reads "BD SHACK". Marilyn attempts to open one of the shacks to no avail. She then runs her fingers down the slit of the door and works them inbetween before attempting to force it open. As Brian watches, he hears the compressed air and mechanics of her gorilla arms engage and the door frame give in to the force. As the door rips open Brian and Marilyn see a couple in the shack engaged in intense intercourse. The woman on top of the man glances back at them briefly before continuing completely undeterred. Brian and Marilyn quickly look at each other before sharing an embarrassed laugh amongst themselves. Brian slides the wrecked door closed back into place leaving it basically open as Marilyn pulls him toward the next shack beside it.
Marilyn and Brian enter the empty BD shack and sit on the tattered couch inside. The door slides closed as the pair of them lock eyes and get close. Marilyn, with a huge smile on her face grabs Brian's left hand and raises it up between the two of them. She then raises her right hand and laces her fingers in-between his, squeezing his hand tight before then loosening the grip and adjusting the angle. Their matching gorilla arm cyberware hands sport a chrome, blood red metal finish; the cyberware augmented onto them weaves perfect with the ganic still left on their hands creating a clean finish...some of the spoils of their raid on Maelstrom. With their palms connected and their fingers now loosely laced, Marilyn begins to weave a thick wire around their connected hands. She weaves the wire between their fingers, wraps it around their hands and wrists and yanks it tight with each loop she does being sure not to leave any space between them while never breaking their deep, intimate eye contact.
"What..?" Brian says in a calm tone with a big smile on his face as Marilyn continues to giggle.
"What..?" he says again while joining her giggling. Marilyn grits her teeth as she yanks the wire tight a final time... constricting one of each of their hands together. They continue to lock eyes as Marilyn places Brian's wreath on his head while kissing him before placing her wreath on her own head. With the muffled sounds of loud booming music and people partying outside the door to the shack, you see Marilyn and Brian laid back on the couch stared up at the ceiling in a open-eyed trance, engaged in an intense braindance. You see their bodies twitching and jolting in ecstasy as you hear Marilyn exhaling in extreme overwhelming pleasure. Her body begins to tense up as she squeezes her bare thighs together and curls her toes. As the intensity grows you see their tightly laced hands twitch and yank occasionally straining the wire working hard to hold them together. A loud crash of breaking glass in the motel room behind Brian snaps him out of his flashback.
Zaunya screams in rage before breaking more glass and screaming again causing Brian to glance back into the room. As more glass breaks and her screams in anger build, He flicks his cigarette out into the parking lot below before turning to re-enter the room.