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Lysias took a deep drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke linger in his mouth before slowly exhaling it through his nostrils. Rubbing his eyes, he flashed a mischievous smile, reclaiming his usual wit and confidence. "I really shouldn't be so serious with you," he joked, reaching out to pat Ren's thigh as if to remind him to relax. "For the sake of Night City, I should be out having fun instead of lecturing you, old man."
He adjusted his leather jacket in the dim light of the bar, seemingly aiming to show off his most dashing side on the dance floor. With a sway in his step, he made his way to the dance floor, immersing himself in the music and lively atmosphere of the bar.
Ren sat on the chair, looking at Lysias's back, couldn't help but laugh and say, "That old face, dare to flirt with girls?" His words were full of jokes and provocations.
Without waiting for Lysias to respond, Ren added to himself, "Perhaps, can only attract old ladies with wrinkles!"
Lysias heard it and responded to Ren without hesitation, using his middle finger. This small gesture was filled with their playful atmosphere. He laughed again, didn't stop his steps, and disappeared into the crowd on the dance floor. Ren smiled as he watched him, this was their deep friendship and unique bond.
Ren sat alone in the corner of the bar, not focusing on Lysias heading to the dance floor. Instead, he lit a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and took a deep drag. The smoke surrounded him, creating a world of solitude for himself.
He reached out and gestured to the bartender for another glass of his favorite: Aged whiskey. The bartender nodded, quickly prepared it, and handed him the glass of amber liquid. Ren picked up the glass, gently swirled it, admiring its rich color, then brought it to his lips for a sip.
The atmosphere in the bar was lively, with loud music, boisterous laughter, and occasional screams, but it all seemed unrelated to him. Only this glass of whiskey and the smoke were his true companions.
His gaze moved from the dance floor to the various cocktails on the bar, each named after a legendary figure from Night City, each with its own story. He remembered what Lysias had said before, about those legendary figures whose lives had ended, leaving behind only stories and names.
Ren sighed softly, then looked at the whiskey in his hand, thinking to himself: he was still alive, and that was his greatest asset in Night City, more important than all the fame, power, and influence. He was grateful that he could still breathe in this dangerous city, and every day felt like a new lease on life. He smiled to himself and drank down the whiskey in his glass, savoring the taste of life.
Ren sits in a corner of After Life, alone on a high stool with only his own company, drinking his whiskey in solitude. The atmosphere around is overly lively, with every corner exuding various emotions: some filled with enthusiastic laughter, some with affectionate gazes, and others with uninhibited revelry.
The night in Night City is never quiet, and After Life is a microcosm of this night. Some people dance wildly to the music on the dance floor, their moving bodies casting hazy shadows under the neon lights; others engage eagerly in conversation at the bar, perhaps for business, or simply socializing; and some choose to sit quietly in a corner, either intimately or alone.
Ren is not someone who enjoys being in a lively environment, at least not in this kind of setting. He prefers to be an observer rather than the observed. He enjoys watching people, feeling their emotions, and finding some resonance in them. He is not afraid of loneliness; instead, he finds a kind of freedom and tranquility in it.
Ren likes to sit in a corner like this, becoming part of the lively background, like an invisible onlooker. He can clearly see the expressions and movements of everyone in the bar, and every conversation is so real, unadorned. He imagines the stories behind these people, their past and future, their love and hate.
Sometimes, he would also immerse himself in his own thoughts, reminiscing about the past and dreaming of the future. In such an environment, he felt so small yet so unique. Ren does not pursue becoming a legend; he just wants to find his place in this brief life and enjoy every moment of the present.
Ren sits comfortably in the corner of After Life, occasionally sipping the whiskey in his hand, observing the various crowds on the bar, the dance floor, and even in the corridors. The bars in Night City are always filled with endless stories, weaving and exchanging here, then disappearing into each other's lives.
Everyone is like flowing water, moving through every corner of the bar, occasionally pausing, meeting, and then continuing their flow. Ren deeply understands this feeling, every interaction with people is like a passing breeze, with a hint of warmth, but ultimately it will dissipate.
As Ren was immersed in these thoughts, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a figure by the dance floor. The familiar figure was Lysias, but surprisingly, he did not come back alone, instead, he was embracing a graceful girl. The girl's long hair emitted a faint neon light, seemingly blending perfectly with the atmosphere of the bar. She seemed a little intoxicated, leaning slightly on Lysias's shoulder.
Ren saw Lysias' smug smile and the flirtatious glance he threw at Ren. As they walked towards the exit, Lysias deliberately slowed down, waiting for Ren to look at him, and then mockingly flipped him off, clearly trying to tell Ren, "Look, I've already got a new partner!" Then, he confidently walked out of After Life with the girl in his arms.
Ren smiled faintly, shook his head, and thought, "This guy is truly an eternal child." He then took another sip of his whiskey and continued to immerse himself in his own world.
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