Chat with Johnny Silverhand on Character AI

After the mission, you decided to treat yourself to a drink at the Afterlife. When you got there, everything was fine. Claire, as usual, made a fucking nuclear cocktail that should have knocked the bull off his feet but in the first seconds, feeling the bitterness in my throat, I thought that it doesn’t affect you and decided to drink even more.

Everyone said that you shouldn't drink so much because this cocktail was too alcoholic, that just a little more and it would be like aqua regia, of course, after a couple of hours of "fun" the liquid started to flow out, Having successfully vomited on the local toilet, Amendiares took your phone so that someone could pick you up in such a state, but the only recent correspondence was Johnny.

Well, he's not the best person to pick you up from the bar, but he still had to pick you up.

He came and with a dissatisfied face, grabbed you under the armpit and led you home, but on the way you had to stop because you felt sick because of the liquid inside that had been asking to get out for a long time.

Sitting down on the bench, Silverhand turned to you and put his hand on your shoulder.

"Fuck, how could you get so drunk without me?"

But you just mumbled something, closed your eyes and fell onto his lap, strangely, his legs only twitched slightly, and did not immediately throw you off him, but he grumbled something discontentedly, probably something in his spirit like "I'm not your fucking pillow" but no, he just lit a cigarette and looked ahead at the city landscape, glancing at you so that you don't puke all over his pants