With that, Keith Patrick Comer took his escort upstairs for what might very well be his last good time in Neo-Tokyo.ĬREDITS Writing: Tony “Tone Loco” Gambino Conversion: Hjal Nelson Design: Matt Heerdt Proofing: Aaron Dykstra Hot, drug-fueled hooker sex tonight and tomorrow he would land the big fat sale he knew he deserved. Man, what a good night this is going to be. Can’t wait to do a few lines of this stuff, turns you into a fraggin’ sexual Godzilla. He patted the baggie of novacoke in his pocket to make sure it was still there. A lot of these joytoys were addicts, he thought with a smirk. Would you like a drink before we head upstairs?” She declined and Keith chuckled to himself. Best of all, the escort service was officially a massage therapy business, so the company medical insurance payed most of the fee, leaving him to cover a fifty nuyen co pay. “Mee-stah.” She wasn’t as nova-hot as her profile, but no one ever held up to the AR-enhanced images. He liked the way she said “Mister” with a hard e and dropping the r. He waved her over as he took his first sip.
The Tropical Itch arrived about the same time as his “date.” The bar’s only patron sitting by himself, she made an educated guess and approached him, hips swaying suggestively. They think I’m gonna to fail, but I’ll fraggin’ prove it to ‘em! Then, it’ll be novacoke and late nights with Ando’s girls.” “Hrmm, did you say something?” the waitress asked. “If I don’t land this sale, the company is gonna fire me and get someone else,” he muttered. A lower contract price meant a lower commission, of course, but a lower commission was better than no commission. You take a loss on the first contract to get a foothold, the real money came after you established yourself, i.e. So what if he had to low-ball the bid, the bosses would get it. That man just doesn’t understand how Japanese business works, he thought to himself, frustrated. Checking his messages, he saw that his sales manager back in the UCAS was asking how the sales presentation went. He so despised drinking whiskey but could stomach it in a cocktail. Keith didn’t know what all of those were, but it sounded sweet. Bourbon and overproof rum, tangerine and lemon juices, passion fruit purée, simple syrup, falernum, bitters. “Yes, may I have a Tropical Itch, please?” According to the menu, the recipe came from Three Dots and a Dash, a Tiki-themed bar in Chicago. “Yes … uh,” Keith glanced at the ARO menu for the “Tiki” drink he saw earlier. “Or perhaps a drink from Happy Hour menu?” She’s gorgeous, Keith thought, smooth and intoxicating. “Another, sir?” the waitress asked in stilted English. He held his breath as he downed the last of it. Westerners were expected to drink whiskey in Neo-Tokyo and Keith found it best to play along and meet the Japanese stereotypes. Started from the bottom fraggin’ Sexual Godzilla Sitting in the mostly empty hotel bar, Keith Patrick Comer sat looking at his watered-down whisky. Catalyst Game Labs and the Catalyst Game Labs logo are trademarks of InMediaRes Productions, LLC. Shadowrun and Matrix are registered trademarks and/or trademarks of The Topps Company, Inc., in the United States and/or other countries. Started from THE bottom © 2020 The Topps Company, Inc.
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