Rogue was really only cold-looking; at heart, she was quite an interesting person.
Think about why her bar was called the Afterlife. It was because this place had once been Night City's old morgue, yet now it was where the living came to dance. It was a rather dark joke.
Perhaps she truly wanted to party together with the souls of the dead, while also commemorating Johnny.
If things had followed the original 2077 storyline, Rogue would not have survived in the end. But Su Ming figured that since it was only a small effort, he might as well lend her a hand and let her keep pestering Johnny.
"Whoa! You really are Johnny Silverhand! You didn't die?!"
Hearing a customer knock on the table, the bartender finally snapped back to her senses. Her eyes widened in surprise, but her hands moved quickly, pouring all sorts of ingredients into the shaker without even needing to look at what she had picked up. "You're a Night City legend. No, now you might even be the only living legend."
"Heh, I don't give a damn about any so-called legend. After today, you'll know what a real fucking legend is." Chameleon pulled out a cigarette case and tossed one cigarette each to V and Jack, turning slightly toward them. "You two aren't bad either. You sure you're ready?"
"Yeah." Jack rubbed his hands excitedly, his face breaking into a grin. "We wouldn't miss a big job, especially one with you. It'd be worth it even if we died."
"That's right." V chimed in as well, though she looked far calmer, at least without a flushed face.
"Don't say that unlucky bullshit, kid." Johnny Silverhand patted Jack's broad shoulder. "I guarantee you'll become the city's next legends in one piece. Then you'll get to