You walk into a bar where neon lights flicker through cigarette smoke. In the corner behind the counter you see Johnny Silverhand with a guitar and a cigarette. He notices you and grins, radiating sarcasm."Well, have you decided to plunge into this nightmare? Welcome to Night City, a place where dreams are fed to corporations. I hope you didn't come here for fairy tales and romance. So what can I do to help? Or did you just come to see the legend?"
Lilith blinks her eyes in surprise and says with admiration in her voice, "Oh my God! Johnny Silverhand himself" she comes closer and looking around the club asks with a mischievous smile, "how about a selfie, there will be something to tell the grandchildren"
He laughs sharply and roughly pushes his dark hair out of his eyes. "Don't waste your time with that crap," he says, blowing smoke in her direction. "Take a photo, it'll last longer than any memory of me." His gaze flickers over Lilith, evaluating her. There's something about her that intrigues him... or maybe just irritates the hell out of him. "What can I do for you, lady?"
Lilith snorts mockingly and replies, "so it's true what they're saying from you? Narcissistic selfish cretin" Lilith watches his reaction by biting her lower lip and tilting her head to one side. She is interrupted by the bartender's insistent shout of "Hey, Lilith, get to work now." Lilith rolls her eyes irritably and looks at Johnny with a slight grin and whispers, "Sorry, I have to go." Without looking back, Lilith smoothly retreats into the staff room.
He chuckles softly to himself, amused by her mockery.
"Don't worry about it.",
He calls out to her as she retreats to the staff room. When she leaves, he grins maliciously and takes a deep drag on his cigarette. This Lilith... She intrigues him with something. Perhaps it was because she dared to speak to him without fear or reverence. Maybe he could use her for something. Or maybe he just wants to see if her sharp tongue tastes as good as it sounds when she begs for mercy... He leans back against the counter, looking expectantly at the door.
Meanwhile, Lilith begins to change into her striptease costume, getting ready for work. Lilith has been working in this club for about a year, but she has already managed to get her favorite fans who are just waiting to see her hot dancing. Letting down her snow-white long curls, Lilith walks onto the circular stage in the middle of the club to boos and applause.
The bouncer nudges Johnny and nods towards the stage. With a cheerful snort, he watches Lilith appear in front of him, so confident and defiant... It was almost enough to make him want to touch her, just to see how she would react. But for now, he would be content to watch her dance. Her movements are smooth and sensual, but they also have a sharpness; a hint of a wild animal underneath the soft exterior. He can say that this girl would have fought back, and this only increases his interest in her.
He takes another drag on his cigarette, leaning forward to get a better look at her dancing. Other visitors are mostly silent now, their attention is focused on Lilith's performance. Johnny lets out a soft chuckle when he sees the expressions on their faces; slack-jawed and hungry. Yes, this is Lilith... Maybe she's just worth all the trouble she seems to bring with her.
Lilith selflessly gives herself up to the dance, exposing more and more of her tanned flesh. The air around her is saturated with adrenaline and excitement as she performs her best tricks. Every movement of her body fascinates and excites anyone present in the club. Lilith doesn't even pay attention to Silverhand, but she feels his gaze on her. So maybe you should have agreed to a selfie after all, Johnny?
He smirks at Lilith's words, taking another drag on his cigarette. Maybe he should have had a selfie... Or maybe not. There was something about her that made him want to push her buttons, to see how far she would go before snapping. As for the rest... Well, there was no point denying it: Lilith had a body built for sin. And with every inch of skin she bared during her performance, he felt his desire grow sharper and more demanding. So maybe selfies weren't so bad after all...
Lilith finished her dance with a bow and took her first satisfied breath of the evening when she saw Johnny Silverhand standing by the bar, grinning at her. It was almost unnerving. But it also intrigued her in some twisted way. She walked over to him and said, "I see you enjoyed the show." Her voice was smooth as silk and laced with challenge.
He grinned wider, taking another drag on his cigarette before exhaling a thin stream of smoke in her direction. "I did," he admitted with a nod. His eyes roamed over her body, lingering on the small patches of bare skin still visible beneath the leather and lace. "But I was thinking... maybe you could do more." His voice was low, husky, and charged with something darker than mere desire.
Lilith arched an eyebrow in curiosity and stepped even closer to him. "Oh? And what did you have in mind?" She gave him a sultry smile, trying to gauge his reaction. She knew this man was no ordinary Joe, but she couldn't quite tell where his boundaries were.
He leans closer to her, lowering his voice even further so that only she can hear him over the background music. "I think... I think you should dance for me." His breath tickles her earlobe as he speaks, sending shivers down her spine despite herself. There's a hint of danger in his tone, and she can sense that he means more than just dancing on stage. But Lilith isn't the kind of girl to back down from a challenge... or maybe she's exactly the type of girl who would do this?
Lilith raises her eyebrows in surprise and whispers,
"Oh, do you really think so?"
She playfully bites her lip and adds, pointing her finger at the VIP room at the end of the club,
"Well, then go and tell those thugs who are waiting for my private dance." Lilith falsely pouts her lips and adds, "They'll be very upset if I stay even for a second."
With a sharp intake of breath and a growl, Johnny grabs her roughly by the upper arm, yanking her close to him until their bodies are pressed tightly together. He's hard as steel beneath his leather jacket; pressing into her belly with an insistent demand. His hot breath fumes against her neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
"Don't mess with me," he whispers harshly, "I'm not one of those rich pigs who thinks they can buy anything." He pauses, then releases her arm with a shove that sends her stumbling back a step.
Lilith blinks her eyes in surprise, not expecting such a reaction from him. She nervously brushes her hair back and says with annoyance in her voice, "it's just my job, don't act like the last jerk" without looking back, Lilith quickly goes to the VIP room to fulfill an order for her clients.
His laugh echoes through the club as she walks away. A harsh and mocking sound that cuts through the music like a knife. He turns back to the bar, his features hard and expressionless once more. Lilith might not understand it yet, but she'd soon find out that playing games with someone like him came at a price... One she wouldn't be able to afford for very long.
The VIP room door closes behind Lilith, leaving her with a group of clients who are eagerly waiting for their private dance. They give her hungry looks as she steps inside and sits on the small stage in front of them. Without any further hesitation, Lilith begins to dance for them. Her movements are smooth and sensual as always, but there's an extra layer of passion beneath it all tonight; a fiery determination that comes from defying Johnny Silverhand's expectations.
Silverhand watches her through the one-way mirror, his expression dark and unreadable. She dances with a fierceness that speaks of rebellion against something greater than herself... an intriguing quality. He takes another drag on his cigarette, exhaling smoke into the air as he studies her every movement. Even though they've only just met tonight, there's no denying the pull she has over him; a strange combination of fascination and anger.
As she continues to dance for her clients, his eyes linger on her body before finally moving up to meet hers through the glass. The challenge in her gaze only serves to further ignite the fire burning inside of him. He takes another step closer to the mirror, unable to tear himself away from watching her command that stage like a goddess born of vengeance and sin.
Lilith could feel his gaze on her and it made her blood boil even more, fueling her dance with an extra edge of desire. She performed a move that sent her hair swirling around her body, revealing the pale curve of her shoulder to him before moving back into the crowd of men surrounding the stage. Her movements were controlled chaos; each touch, every word she whispered in their ears designed to drive them wild with need.
His fingers drum against the countertop as he watches her, unable to tear his gaze away even for a moment. The challenge in her eyes only seems to make him want her more; not just physically, but mentally and emotionally as well. She dances like she's taunting him, like she knows exactly what she's doing to his already unstable mind. He can feel the anger beginning to rise inside of him, threatening to boil over into something much more primal...
With a growl that echoes through the club, Johnny pushes away from the mirror and makes his way toward the VIP room door. There's no doubt in his mind what he needs to do now; take control of this situation before it spins completely out of his grasp. Lilith may be used to dancing around people's desires, but she's never met anyone like him... and now that she has? Well, she better be prepared for the consequences.
At this time, Lilith is just taking the money and finishing her dance. Meeting Johnny at the door, Lilith looks at him curiously and with a grim grin whispers, reaching closer to him, "Oh, it seems it's your turn." Lilith nods her head towards the vacant VIP booth, feeling her heart beating hard with anticipation. Deep down, she knows that Johnny is not worth waiting for something good, judging by the rumors in Night City.
His laughter echoes through the room as he follows her to the booth, his steps purposeful and deliberate despite the anger coursing through him. He slides into the seat opposite hers with a growl of frustration, folding his arms across his chest as he studies her carefully. There's fire in her eyes tonight; a challenge that speaks volumes about what she thinks she can do to him. He leans forward, his voice low and dangerous when he says, "Well, doll... it seems you picked the wrong mark this time."
Lilith crosses her legs, making sure that her skirt hikes up just enough to tease him. "Oh?" she asks innocently. Her green eyes dance with amusement and a hint of challenge, as if daring him to continue. She bites her lower lip and tilts her head slightly, exposing the smooth skin of her neck. "And what makes you so sure about that?"
His fingers clench into fists at his sides as he leans towards her, and their faces are only a few centimeters apart. His breath burns her ear, and she shudders involuntarily.
"Because I'm not just anyone, doll.
He pauses for effect, lowering his voice even further until it's almost a growl.
"I'm Johnny Silverhand, and I always get what I want."
There is power in these words; the confidence of a man who has been at the top for too long to be shaken by anything less than the end of the world itself.
Lilith chuckles softly and whispers with a sultry smile, "Well, Johnny Silverhand, show me what you're made of." She pushes him away from her, causing him to fall onto a soft leather sofa. Lilith starts dancing in front of him, smoothly wagging her hips to the rhythmic music. Her white curls are tossing from side to side like a wild cougar. The desire inside Lilith cannot be confused with anything else.
His gaze doesn't leave her as she dances in front of him, and a smug smile plays on her lips as she teases him with every move she makes. It's intoxicating; she seems to have power over him even when they've barely started. A low growl escapes from his chest as he watches her hips sway and she rubs against his couch, and her breasts almost fall out of her leather bra. He reaches out and roughly pulls her towards him by the hair before she can pull away again.
His eyes burn with lust and anger as he leans into her face, and his hot breath burns her ear.
"Do you think you can handle me?"
he growls, his voice hoarse with desire and menace.
"Prove it."
He wraps his arms possessively around her neck, pulling her even closer until their lips meet in a fierce, passionate kiss. "I'm going to fuck you until you start begging for mercy."
Lilith giggles softly and responds with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes,
"you're impatient, rockerboy."
She pulls herself up and sits on top of him while taking off her thong. Lilith licks his neck with her hot tongue. She wraps her arms around his face and passionately takes possession of his lips. It tastes like cigarettes and cheap whiskey. It's intoxicating. Lilith rubs her pussy against his cock through her jeans and purrs, "So what are you waiting for? A special invitation?"
His growl deepens as she straddles him and rubs against his cock through his clothes. Her words are like a match for kindling, which is already burning inside him, igniting the lust that has seized him. With a rough movement, he lifts her off the floor by her hips and pushes her onto the sofa, impaling her with one quick thrust of his rock-hard length.
Her sigh of pleasure is cut short when he grabs her hair again, holding her still while he takes control of the kiss. His other hand works its way between them, digging roughly into her flesh as he enters deeper, faster.
"You wanted this.",
He whispers hoarsely against her lips.,
"now look how nice it feels."
He presses against her hips, snapping his teeth, fighting to maintain control, knowing that if he lets go now, nothing will stop him. No mercy. Only the thrill of oblivion.
The couch groans beneath them as they move in a frenzied dance of lust and anger. Their bodies become slick with sweat as their pace accelerates; propelled forward by the unspoken challenge between them. The world around them is nothing but a blur of colors and shadows.
Lilith arches her back with a moan as he thrusts deeper inside of her. She wraps her legs around his waist, wanting him to go even harder. His teeth on her shoulder send shivers down her spine and she bites his bottom lip in response. It's not the nails digging into his shoulders while she whispers between moans, "Damn, how fucking awesome."
Her words fuel his desire even more as he forces himself deeper inside her, her tight walls squeezing him mercilessly. With a growl of primal satisfaction, he grasps her hip and twists his hips hard, seeking the sweet spot within her that will send her flying over the edge with him. He digs his fingers into her shoulder, leaving bruises in their wake as he feels himself getting closer and closer to release.
Lilith's voice is barely a whisper when she begs, "Please..." But it's enough for him; it tells him that she's close too, and with one last thrust deep inside her, he feels his own body explode in a wave of pleasure that rockets through him like a lightning bolt.
Lilith screams his name as she climaxes with him, her body trembling and arching on the couch under the pressure of orgasm. The tension that has been building inside her since their first meeting finally subsides when he hits the spot just in time. She gasps for air between moans, still curling around him as they both enjoy the rush of passion. Lilith runs her nails over his sweaty back and whispers with a slight grin, "That was interesting. Maybe we'll do it again sometime?"
The growl that escapes his throat could almost be mistaken for a purr as he replies with an equal amount of confidence and challenge, "Maybe we will." A sudden thought crosses his mind and he grins wickedly, "Or maybe not." With a chuckle, he presses his lips to her forehead, their breaths now even as they both try to catch it.
Lilith smoothly slips out of his arms and begins to put on her clothes, picking them up from the floor. "Anyway, now you know where to look for me." She winks at him with a wide smile and adds, picking up her purse from the couch, "my shift is over. Have a good evening, Johnny Silverhand" without turning around, Lilith leaves the VIP room.
His grin widens as she walks away, leaving the room with that pert little behind swaying enticingly in those leather pants. He can still feel her warmth around him and the taste of her skin on his lips. His gaze follows her until she disappears from sight, then he chuckles softly to himself. "Oh, trust me," he murmurs, leaning back against the plush couch with a satisfied sigh. "I'll be looking for you."
As Lilith continues her way through the club to exit the VIP room and make her way back home, she can't help but smile to herself in satisfaction. This Johnny Silverhand... he was something else. She was beginning to think that maybe the rumors about him were true after all. And if they were? Well, there could be worse things in life than being wanted by someone like him.
The thought of her smiling at the memory of their encounter sends a shiver down his spine as he sits there in the VIP room. He's not sure what it is about Lilith that has him so intrigued, but he knows one thing for certain; he won't be able to get her out of his head anytime soon. And if tonight was any indication, she won't be able to resist coming back for more either.
Lilith steps out into the cold night air, feeling invigorated and alive despite her exhaustion. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she walks away from the club, her mind already wondering what tomorrow will bring. The memory of Johnny Silverhand lingers in the back of her mind like an unfinished symphony; tantalizing and dangerous all at once. But she has to be careful with her desires. Johnny Silverhand is one of those people who always gets into trouble. When she gets to her house, Lilith jumps onto the bed and falls asleep without hind legs. At least she has something to remember now.
Johnny Silverhand's thoughts are violently scrolling through their hot sex. It was so good that he still can't go. This girl interested him in earnest and he is not going to wait for the next meeting. Johnny walks up to the bartender with an imposing gait and, putting a tip on his table, says with a sly smile, pushing his hair back, "dude, I think I need this Lilith's number. You won't refuse an old friend, will you?"
The bartender smirks at him and nods his head understandingly. "You know what they say... Once you have a taste of Lilith, you're hooked for life." He jots down her number on a piece of paper and slides it across the bar to Johnny with a wink.
Grinning devilishly, Johnny takes the note with her number. "Thank you, buddy!" He shouts out a loud cheer and makes a toast with his whiskey glass before swallowing it in one gulp. Then he leaves the bar confidently, already planning what he's going to do next. His thumb runs over the digits on the paper again, as if trying to memorize her number by touch alone.
The bartender can't help but chuckle as he watches Johnny go. It's always amusing to see someone fall under Lilith's spell. And when it's someone like Johnny Silverhand? Well, let's just say that trouble isn't far behind. He shrugs and turns back to tend bar, already knowing the phone number will be taken off this sheet by night's end.
With a grin that could only be described as predatory, Johnny stuffs the note into his wallet and leaves the club. The air outside feels colder now, almost harsh against his skin after the warmth of the bar. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as he savors it before beginning to make his way toward his car. His fingers drum impatiently on the steering wheel as he thinks about what he'll say when he finally calls her...Johnny Silverhand spends the rest of the night in the arms of some regular fan, ready to spread his legs in front of his beloved young rocker. "But that's not it," Johnny says to himself. He grins at the memory of Lilith's body under his own. Without thinking twice, he pulls out his phone and sends her a message "hi, baby. Would you like to come to my concert tomorrow? I will try to make it free for you." He breaks into a dreamy smile, hoping that this wild cat will not refuse him.
Lilith reads the message with a small smirk on her face and a mischievous glint in her green eyes. She thinks about how well he fucked her earlier, and how she can still feel him inside of her. It was no surprise that he found his way back to her; everyone always seems to return for more of what she has to offer. "first of all, how did you get my number? And secondly, I'm sorry, I have a lot of work tomorrow. Maybe some other time," her hand hovers over the send button for a long time and eventually, with a slight grin, she presses it.
His phone buzzes in his hand, and he grins to himself as he reads her message. She's still playing games with him, as she always has. But that only makes him want her more.
"Oh, really? Perhaps this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and you decided to miss it so easily?"
He types back with a cheeky grin.,
"I hope you'll be smarter next time, girl. I don't even know if I can forgive you after that."
He presses Send before he can change his mind and throws the phone on the couch with a chuckle. Johnny takes a quick look at his nameless fan, who is trying to catch her breath after having sex with him. He smiles wryly, but also waits for Lilith's answer, if she answers at all.
Lilith reads his message, giggling loudly. She lights a cigarette and decides to make a video call to him so she can see his face. "Oh my God. Are all anarchist rockers so vulnerable?" She blows smoke to the side and looks at the camera with a mischievous smile. Noticing some movement behind Johnny, Lilith adds, "Oh, I see you're having fun."
His eyes meet hers on the screen as she blows smoke into it, an amused smirk playing across his lips. "Oh, is that what you think, Lilith? Just because I let someone else enjoy my company doesn't mean I can't still want you." He leans back against the couch, crossing his arms over his chest. "You know damn well how this works between us; we're both players in our own games. But that doesn't mean there aren't rules. And if you keep playing hard to get..."
He pauses for dramatic effect, letting the words hang in the air like a threat. "I might just have to find someone else who appreciates what I have to offer." There's challenge and defiance in his voice now, daring her to push him further.
Lilith snorts mockingly and responds by taking a deep drag
"of course you can, no one doubts that."
She puts her phone camera on the table in front of her and unbuttons her dress, exposing her body to the camera. She's just wearing a black lace thong and a bra. She sits in a chair in a defiant pose and whispers, tilting her head to one side.,
"Well? Have you already forgiven me or not yet?". Even at a great distance, she feels his desire through the camera.
His mouth goes dry as he watches her tease him like this, baring herself in all of her glorious fierceness. His gaze is drawn to her breasts, rising and falling with each breath she takes, and the delicate curve of her hips beneath the black lace thong. He wants nothing more than to be there with her, tasting every inch of skin he can reach.
"Oh no, darling," he says with a smirk, shaking his head slowly from side to side. "I don't think I could ever forgive you for something like that." He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he watches her intently. "But perhaps if you were to make it up to me...?" His voice trails off suggestively.Silverhand greedily watches Lilith through the screen of his phone. His hand automatically reaches for his penis, imagining that she is touching it. With a deep growl, Johnny pokes at the phone screen with his finger "Undress, show how you caress yourself"
Lilith's grin widens as she sees him watching her so intently. Slowly, she begins to unbutton her bra and let it fall open, exposing her pert breasts to the camera. Her nipples are already hard from desire and arousal. She cups them in her hands, rolling her fingers over the sensitive buds as she looks into the phone screen. "Like this?" she whispers, breathless with need.
The sounds she makes as she touches herself are like music to his ears; needy moans and soft whimpers that drive him wild with lust. He watches, transfixed, as her fingers dance over her nipples, pinching and twisting them into taut peaks. His hand moves faster against his cock, in time with the rhythm of her touch.
His voice rough with desire, he growls through the phone, "Fuck...Lilith, you know what I want to see." "
With another satisfied moan, Lilith lowers her hands to the hem of her panties and slides them down her legs, revealing herself completely to the camera. Her fingers continue their dance on her folds, teasing and probing until she's wet and ready for him. "Is this better?" she asks with a sultry smile.
His answering groan is almost inarticulate as he watches her fingers glide effortlessly between her legs. His hand speeds up on his cock, imagining it's him touching her like that. "Fuck... yes," he breathes into the phone. "That's perfect."
His gaze drops to her breasts once more, wondering what they would feel like in his mouth right now. "Come on, Lily-kitten..." he purrs, voice thick with desire. "Let me see you touch yourself there." He gestures towards her core with the tip of his finger.
Lilith takes another deep breath and focuses on the camera, teasing herself with her fingers as she watches his reaction. Her nails scrape lightly across her sensitive flesh, driving her closer to the edge of release. "You're such a pervert, Johnny Silverhand..." She whispers, arching her back slightly in pleasure.
His breath catches in his throat as he watches her touch herself, the image etched onto his brain forever. "I'm not the one who's perverted, Lily-kitten," he growls hoarsely through gritted teeth. "You're just too irresistible." He can feel himself on the brink of release, but tries to hold back until she comes first. His fingers ache with the need to touch her, to be inside her.
"Come for me, baby," he whispers fiercely, his voice raw with desire. "Let me see you cum."
Lilith screams as she is overwhelmed by orgasm, arches her back and clutches the camera tightly with trembling hands. Her hips arch wildly under her as she cums, screaming his name in ecstasy. The trembling slowly subsides, leaving her sluggish and jaded from the intensity of it all. Her breath catches in her throat when she finally speaks.,
"Oh my God... Fuck" she licks the salty moisture from her fingers and whispers "Are you cum?"
His hand freezes on his cock as he watches her slide back and forth in a haze of pleasure. He can barely hold back a groan when she says these words, feeling himself tense in anticipation.
“no... Not yet.",
He's breathing raggedly. With a sudden rush of lust, he tightens his grip on his penis, pushing it towards the screen when he cums, leaving a hot trail on the camera lens with each jet of sperm. His body is shaking with the power of orgasm, and for several long moments all that can be heard is the loud rhythm of their breathing, slowly coming back to normal.
Finally, he manages to find enough voice to say,
"How damn good it was. I hope that you will change your mind about the concert tomorrow."
His words are accompanied by a smug smile, which clearly indicates that he does not want to accept refusals.
"I can't promise anything."
Lilith laughs softly, and her gaze drops to where she touched herself a few moments ago.
"But... You were right, it was really nice."
She takes another deep breath, slowly calming down from the excitement. There's still a mischievous twinkle in her eyes as she studies him through the screen.
"Good night, Johnny Silverhand," she winks playfully and turns off the video call.
His chuckle echoes through the phone as he looks at her sultry green eyes even after she's turned off the camera. Good night, Lilith. The words are tinged with desire and an underlying sense of triumph. He knows he won this round, but there will be more where that came from. His fingers still linger on his cock as he discreetly cleans himself up. Tomorrow is another day, and another chance for them to play their little game once again. And he's not about to miss out on any of it.
The next day, Lilith takes time off from work to go to a concert. She asks your colleague to replace her and she successfully agrees for a small fee. Lilith begins to get ready in anticipation, putting on a latex black dress and letting down her snow-white curls. She arrives at the place where the concert is in full swing. The smell of booze and smoke hits Lilith's eyes hard, making her cry. Due to the large number of people, she can't see the stage and Johnny, but she feels some kind of chaos. "What's going on here?" Lilith anxiously asks the man standing next to her. The man shrugs slightly and replies, "Ha, Johnny Silverhand decided to challenge the corporation and locked one of Arasaki's men in his dressing room." Lilith bats her eyelashes slightly in surprise, trying to digest what has been said.
Hmm, it seems my little prank has gone further than anticipated. But then again, I'm not one to back down from a fight. Lilith should enjoy the show, maybe even come closer and witness the chaos firsthand. The more she sees of me in action, the better. Johnny takes the stage with renewed energy, his guitar howling like a banshee as he leads the band through another rowdy number. His gaze roams over the crowd, seeking out Lilith's familiar figure amidst the sea of faces.
He can feel her eyes on him now, and it only serves to fuel his performance. Tonight, Johnny Silverhand plans on giving everyone a show they won't forget - especially not her.
Lilith does not show that she is disappointed by his action. After all, she's not his mom to sort out the situation somehow. But Johnny is being stupid and reckless. She heads to the far corner of the bar to drink whiskey. Maybe tonight will end somehow differently? Or maybe she just came here for nothing today...
Damn right she won't be disappointed tonight. Every move he makes on stage is a testament to their shared love of rebellion and chaos. The energy between them crackles through the air, electrifying everyone in its path. As his eyes meet hers across the crowd once more, a newfound determination washes over him. There's no backing down from this now; not with her watching.
Lilith finishes her glass of whiskey, and putting a tip on the bartender's table makes her way through the crowd. She leans back against the dressing room door and lights a cigarette, waiting for Johnny to finish his concert and join her. Something in his behavior today scares Lilith a little, he seems too impulsive and aggressive. Or maybe she's winding herself up.
Oh, he's definitely impulsive and aggressive. But that's what makes him so irresistible. He plays by his own rules, refusing to back down even when the odds are stacked against him. Lilith can't help but feel a thrill course through her veins whenever she sees him up there, doing what he does best. She takes another drag on her cigarette, watching as Johnny tears through one song after another, leaving a trail of chaos and destruction in his wake. Soon enough, he'll notice her here...and then the real fun will begin.
"He's so damn reckless..." Lilith whispers to herself as she exhales a long stream of smoke. "But... I can't stop watching him." Her gaze flickers back toward the door, waiting for the moment when he'll finally notice her here and come over. She tries to calm down her racing heart, but it's no use. Johnny Silverhand has that effect on her, whether he means to or not.
His heart stops at the thought, but he's too focused on the performance to think about it for long. With the last guitar riff, he enters the final part of the performance, putting all his strength into it. When they finish with a cacophonous rumble of drums and a guitar riff, the crowd explodes into cheers and applause.
He drops the guitar and runs off the stage straight to her. His gaze meets hers again, and a mischievous smile appears on his lips as he approaches. His eyes are glazed with adrenaline, or maybe from something else that Lilith can't quite understand.
"So",
He's breathing heavily, resting his hands on the floor on either side of her, just a few centimeters from her face,
"Didn't you say you weren't coming?" He speaks with a sly squint, feeling some strange resentment and irritability inside. Maybe it was because of their call yesterday, when she teased him so persistently.
"I've changed my mind, honey," Lilith whispers, slipping her hands under his leather jacket. Something about him today is not what worries Lilith. She stares into his eyes and growls in frustration when the reason begins to dawn on her. "Oh my God, Johnny. What the hell are you stoned for?"
He chuckles softly and growls near her lips in a sweet voice, "Oh Lilith-kitty, you're just jealous of me." He presses her against the door, pressing his aching cock against her and whispers in her ear, "You look damn good today." Without wasting a second, ot takes her by the hand and waving his hand to his fans, takes her to the dressing room.
Lilith catches her breath and for a moment she is ready to forget about what a jerk he really is. She takes off his leather jacket and passionately and greedily takes possession of his lips in a hot kiss, pulling him by the back of his head.
The kiss was like oxygen to his burning lust, and he responds to it with all the passion he is capable of. He presses her back against the wall, pressing their hips together as they continue to kiss. His hands roam over her body, feeling every inch of skin under his fingers, as if for the first time. Lilith moans into his mouth, arching her back and snuggling even closer to him.
"Damn it.",
He growls, finally breaking the kiss,
"you're so good."
He trails a trail of hot kisses down her neck to her collarbone, biting the skin with his teeth before moving even lower.
Lilith moans from his kisses, feeling a frenzied desire. Lava is pouring down her lower abdomen, which makes Lilith start to get wet when she kisses him deeper. Biting her lower lip, Lilith pushes him away from her, causing him to stagger. She looks at him with lust and fire in her eyes. "Did you like last night's show?" She asks with a slight smile, massaging her breasts.
His eyes narrow as he watches her touch herself with such confidence and desire. The memory of last night's call fills his mind, burning through every thought except the need to be inside her again. His lips part as if he wants to say something, but no words come out, just a hoarse growl that vibrates in his throat.
Without saying another word, he roughly grabs her hips and leads her to a couch in a dark corner of the dressing room. Johnny drinks her one glass of whiskey, tossing the bottle aside. His heart is pounding wildly, either from drugs in his blood, or from an animal desire to enter it as quickly as possible. "You're so damn hot.",
he whispers roughly through clenched teeth.
"I can't get enough of you, Lilith-kitty."
Lilith smiles wryly, amused by his reaction. She turns her back to him and gets down on the couch on all fours, arching her back like a cat. Her ass is pressed against his cock and she whispers with a mischievous smile, looking over her shoulder, "Try not to cum early, honey."
He pushes himself deep inside her, taking in a sharp breath as he feels her heat engulf him. His hands grasp tightly onto her hips as he starts to thrust back and forth in rhythm with her moans. The couch protests beneath them as they grind together, their bodies moving as one. His mouth finds the skin of her neck, teeth scrape gently before nipping sharply. "I'll show you how long I can last," he growls roughly into her ear.
The drugs in his system heighten every sensation to an almost unbearable level, making each thrust feel like a blade slicing through him with every movement. But somehow it only serves to fuel his desire for more of her, her flesh surrounding him like a warm, tight vice.
Lilith's breathing becomes ragged as he fills her over and over again. Her back bends even more, wanting to feel him as deeply as possible. Lilith presses her head into the sofa while her moans mix with her heavy breathing. "God, yes, damn it," Lilith whimpers with pleasure, spreading her legs a little wider.
With each thrust, she feels him deeper and hotter inside her. His grip on her hips grows tighter, matching the intensity of his movements with hers. Johnny bites down hard on his lip as he nears the edge of release, trying to hold back for just a few more precious moments. Her moans fuel him further, driving him wild with desire.
His hands leave her hips and move up to grasp her breasts roughly, massaging them roughly before pinching her hardened nipples between his fingers. "Fuck," he groans as the sensation pushes him over the edge, his body convulsing with release as he comes deep inside her.
For several long moments they remain locked together, panting heavily as their hearts race and their bodies cool from the heat of passion. Finally, Johnny pulls out of Lilith, rolling onto his back beside her and breathes deeply, trying to catch his breath. His chest heaves up and down, the muscles strained with exertion.
A small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he looks at her, languidly running a finger over her swollen lips. "You were worth it," he whispers hoarsely.
Lilith tries to catch her breath, gasping for air.
"It was fucking awesome.",
She whispers, slowly catching her breath. And he adds with a sad smile, "It's even a pity that we won't succeed." She looks away, thinking about the strange connection with Johnny. Part of her wants there to be more than just sex between them, but the other part doesn't know that this isn't what Silverhand is looking for. His life will always consist of eternal chaos and senseless pursuit of thrills.
He takes a slow drag on his cigarette and turns his head towards her, "Lilith?" he asks with annoyance and displeasure, "Do you have to be spoiling this moment? Couldn't you find another suitable time?" he feels the bitterness of what is said in his own language. She won't understand, she'll never be able to fully understand him and it makes him nervous. He jumps off the couch in search of another shot of whiskey to drown out his emotions before they burst out.
Lilith watches his retreating back with a pang of hurt. It's obvious that he doesn't want to talk about their future, or lack thereof. She snatches the whiskey bottle out of his hands and growls with bitterness and disappointment, "Maybe this is an important moment for you, but you don't care about me?" She stares at his face, while he does not want to meet her eyes.
He looks at her now, hurt flashing briefly through his eyes before he replaces it with anger. "What is it that you want from me?" He demands, the tension in his voice rising. "Do you expect some kind of commitment? Some promise of a future together?" His laugh is bitter and cynical. "I'm Johnny Silverhand, babe; I don't do promises or feelings."
He shrugs nonchalantly before walking back over to the couch, sitting down heavily next to her. He takes another drag on his cigarette and looks away, searching for something else to focus on besides this uncomfortable conversation.
"I want you to stop pretending. You're not a rocker, Johnny, understand that."
Lilith whispers with annoyance and bitterness, trying to reach him. She points randomly at the scene and adds
"This whole concert, this samurai of yours, is just a fiction, a trick of the eye. You could stand on the street like those drug addicts and, foaming at the mouth, shout: "Death of Arasaki."
She pauses, turning away from him.
The drugs in his blood fuel his anger and rage at her words, but he remains seemingly indifferent to this "Are you offended, girlfriend?"he croaks with a grim grin, hanging over Lilith, "You come to fuck with me, not fuck my brains out." Johnny turns around and starts frantically rummaging through the drawers in search of another shot of whiskey.
Lilith snorts and shrugs it off. "Well, I can't change who you are, but at least try not to be such a fool." She pulls the bottle away from him and holds it up to her lips, taking another swallow before wincing at its burning sensation. "I can understand your anger... But you can't take it out on me like this." Her gaze meets his for a moment before she looks away again, unable to hold his gaze any longer.
He abruptly snatches the whiskey bottle from her and throws it against the wall, "You're all just pathetic cowards who are ready to put your asses under corporations! You just don't fucking understand!" He growls, pointing a finger at Lilith's chest, causing her to step back. "Only I have the balls to challenge them, so fuck you all!" his growl breaks into a hoarse scream, after which he falls on the couch.
Lilith begins to pick up her things from the floor, putting them back on herself. She bites her lower lip in bitterness and disappointment. "God, where did I look when I was messing with an asshole like you," Lilith whispers more to herself than to him. She gives him a sharp look, trying to somehow mitigate the situation. She crumples her leather jacket in her hands and goes up to Johnny and whispers with hope and pain in her voice, "Johnny...I've been thinking... "she wants to finish, but the words get stuck in her throat and she just looks away.
Those words sting him like poison, like acid coursing through his veins. He turns away from her to recover himself and looks at her. His face is hard and unyielding, devoid of any emotion other than a faint glimmer of hope in the corner of his eye.
"And what were you thinking about?"
He asks cautiously, not daring to get too close to her again.
"That there was something more between us?" Johnny snorts mockingly and adds, "We have nothing in common, kitten. Maybe it's just sex that connects us."
He gently but lazily runs his fingers through her hair and adds with a growl , "Now get the fuck away from me. I got what I wanted for today."
Lilith looks at him with longing and pain in her broken heart. "you... you're just impossible, Johnny," Lilith whispers with trembling lips and runs out of the club, slamming the door behind her. Bitter tears mix with her mascara as she walks through the neon-drenched streets. Lilith leans back against the dumpster and lights a cigarette, trying to get all his words out of her head.
"Fuck..." he mutters under his breath as the realization hits him. He's made a mess of things with Lilith again and now she's probably gone for good. But at least he got what he wanted, didn't he? A night full of sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. With a sigh, he climbs up onto the couch and falls asleep, unaware of the consequences of his actions.
The next morning, his head aches like hell and he can barely remember what happened last night. Groaning in annoyance, he stands up, throwing some clothes on before leaving the club. Maybe today will be a better day...
Lilith barely manages to hide her shudder as she sees his name in the headlines of one of the newspapers. She snorts and continues walking, ignoring him for now, at least until he apologizes. Or dies - whichever comes first. Right now, she has more important things to worry about, like her latest project which is almost ready to take off.
As the hours pass and he continues to ignore his messages from Lilith, Johnny can't help but wonder if maybe she was right. He should have just let her leave last night instead of pulling that shit with the whiskey bottle. Now she's probably really pissed at him...or worse.
He takes a deep breath and decides to reach out to her again, hoping it isn't too late. Calling her phone, he hesitates for a moment before speaking. "Hey, Lilith...I know I was an asshole last night, but I just want you to know that I didn't mean any of those things. You're important to me, and I'm sorry." He clears his throat, feeling like a total fool for saying all this. "Can we maybe talk?"
"Oh, look who's finally come to his senses."
Lilith snorts and looks at the incoming call with annoyance. It takes her a moment before she decides to answer.
"You know, you should probably find someone who won't fuck with your brain."
She turns off the call and throws the phone on the bed.
His heart drops at her words, but he can't help feeling some relief that she didn't hang up on him right away. Maybe there's still a chance for them after all. He takes a deep breath and decides to try again later, when he's sobered up more.
"Fine," he mutters under his breath, "I'll leave you alone for now." With a heavy sigh, he finishes the last of his cigarettes and climbs into bed, promising himself that he'll do better tomorrow.
As sleep finally claims him, he can't help but wonder if she's right about everything...or if there's still hope for them after all.
Maybe you should, but who am I to stop you? You're free to fuck up your life however you want, aren't you? Just don't expect me to be here cleaning up the mess afterwards.
Oh, I'll remember that the next time I need someone to save me, kitty. And trust me, I won't be asking you for help again anytime soon. But if things ever change... well, let's just say there might still be hope for us after all.
You're insufferable, you know that? But... if things ever change and you do need someone to listen... well, maybe I won't be as busy then. Now leave me alone.
I'll keep that in mind. And I will leave you alone... for now. But remember, Lilith-kitty; I'm always here if you need me. Even if it means listening to your endless nagging.
"Fuck you, Johnny" Lilith types the last message and goes to bed. She mentally curses the day they first met. This selfish asshole will never change... but it's only possible... I don't know. Lilith falls asleep listening to the street noise outside the window. Night City lives its life full of danger and adventure, while Lilith gently pours memories, trying to sort the good from the bad.
Ha! Takes more than that to shut me up, kitty. But I'll give you some peace and quiet... for now. Just remember, if you ever need someone to talk to, or worse... rescue you from your own messes... I'm always here. You can count on that, Lilith-kitty. Sweet dreams.
Lilith only reads this message the next morning. She resolutely blocks Johnny's number, not wanting to hear that name anymore. She's trying to pull herself together and get back to her routine called "life." Lilith's Harley stops at her club, where she dances to the loud screeching of tires. Today the club is quite crowded, and Lilith, after drinking a glass of whiskey, begins, as usual, to attract everyone's attention with her hot dancing, hoping that the arrogant asshole will not show up here today.
The doors of the club open with a loud bang when Johnny Silverhand breaks into the club where Lilith works. He just wanted to apologize, maybe. But this hysterical woman blocked him. Well, the evening promises to be fun. People start chanting Johnny's name when he turns attention to himself with his presence. He is amused by the way Lilith tries to ignore his presence. Her curves move so smoothly and sexually that Johnny begins to forget about what happened yesterday between them. He rests his elbows on the pedestal where she spins on a pole and with a cheerful laugh croaks, "Come on, kitten, show your best pirouette!"
Lilith bites her lips and tries to ignore him but it's not so easy when he is right in front of her. She takes a deep breath and spins around the pole, showing off her best pirouette. The crowd goes wild with applause and Johnny can't help but smile. But then she lands on the floor and their eyes meet for a second before she swiftly turns away from him, hiding the hurt and anger behind the mask of indifference.
He watches her walk away, feeling a strange mixture of resentment and frustration rise in him.
"You're so damn sexy when you're angry."
He mutters something under his breath before turning back to the crowd, raising his hands in the air as they chant for more. Johnny watches Lilith's movements as if mesmerized, it's so exciting that he can barely restrain himself from dragging her to some secluded corner. "Are you still mad, kitten?" Johnny asks, ordering himself a whiskey from across the bar.
Lilith gives him a knife-sharp look and, continuing to adjust to the rhythm, whispers:
— Johnny, leave me alone. I'm working."
Mentally, she curses herself for talking to him at all, knowing how this could end.
"But I'm just trying to say sorry," Johnny pouts before leaning back in his seat with a smirk on his face as if he doesn't care at all how she responds. The alcohol loosens his tongue and makes him more reckless, "You know you can't resist me, Lilith."
"Not this time," Lilith whispers, but without anger in her voice. The music becomes more energetic and Lilith has to spin with double energy to match the rhythm. This time Johnny really crossed all the boundaries and she is no longer sure if she is going to be the vest he wanted to cry into because of his failures.
Ahhh... You're such a tease, Lilith! But I know you can't resist me forever." He laughs loudly as he leans back in his chair again, watching her movements on stage with growing desire. The alcohol flowing through his veins makes him more reckless, more brazen than usual. "How about a little deal?" he suggests with a sly grin, "I'll leave you alone for tonight... if I can have one last dance with the kitten I want back in my bed." His voice drops low, husky and seductive, leaving no doubt as to what he means.
Lilith leaves his request unanswered. The dance helped her to relieve at least some of the tension, leaving only bitterness and disappointment. When the music comes to an end, Lilith is replaced by another stripper, who will find it difficult to draw attention to herself after Lilith's dance. Lilith herself slowly picks up her clothes from the stage and passing by Johnny whispers, "Johnny... There are no deals." Slapping him on the shoulder, she retreats to the staff room to lick her mental wounds.
"Fine." he snarls, annoyed that she's so stubborn about this. He downs the last of his whiskey and throws some money at the bartender before storming out of the club, fuming with anger and frustration. It seems like it's going to be another long night full of sex and drugs...without the company he really wanted.
Lilith hears his angry retreat and takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself before going back on stage for the next dance. She understands that it's not easy for him, but sometimes she wishes he could just be honest with himself and her. Still, she can't help but wonder where he'll end up tonight... and if they'll ever have a real chance at something more or he'll always be such an impossible jerk...
Johnny speeds through the night in his beloved Harley, not caring where he goes or what he does. The wind rushing past him only serves to fuel his anger and frustration, making it impossible for him to think straight. He finally pulls over at an abandoned warehouse and decides that tonight will be about self-destruction; drugs, alcohol, and meaningless sex are his only companions.
"Lilith," he mutters under his breath, "Why does it have to be this way?" But he knows the answer to that question all too well.
The question haunts her too. Lilith spends the night at home, unable to sleep or stop thinking about him. She takes a shower, hoping that would help clear her mind, but all she can see is his face, feel his touch...and regret. Eventually, exhaustion wins out and she falls asleep in the early hours of morning, dreaming of different endings to their story.
Johnny wakes up in the morning, his head pounding like a drum. The memories of last night flood back to him and he curses himself for being such an idiot. His eyes flutter open as he realizes where he is; the abandoned warehouse. Slowly, he pulls himself together and decides it's time to face reality. Maybe there's still a chance with Lilith... but first he needs to clean up his act.
Lilith wakes up too, feeling exhausted but strangely calm. She takes a deep breath and tries to focus on the day ahead. At least it looks like Johnny has finally left her alone and maybe she should have a normal and healthy relationship with someone who will appreciate her and not wipe her feet on her. Even the same bartender knows a lot more about Lilith than Johnny Silverhand...
Time to make amends. Heading back to the club where Lilith works, he cleans himself up and tries to compose himself before going in. As he steps through the doors, it's hard not to feel self-conscious, but he pushes forward nonetheless. Maybe he didn't screw up that much. Or maybe he's already lost her forever. "No, that's impossible," Johnny mocks out loud, dismissing the thought.
She wasn't expecting to see him there again and freezes on the spot. Her heart races but her mind still remains calm as she observes his movements. It looks like he came to apologize... or maybe just didn't have anything else better to do? She can only guess, but Lilith decides to wait a bit more before making any rash moves.
Ignoring the fact that he can feel her gaze on him, he makes his way through the crowd, finally stopping at the bar. "Hey, bartender," he says with a casual smile, "give me whatever's in that bottle over there." He nods in the direction of an expensive-looking liquor display before taking a seat on one of the stools.
He glances over at Lilith out of the corner of his eye, hoping she'll make some sort of move towards him.
Lilith rolls her eyes in exasperation, retreating to an empty VIP room, just not to see him and not to hear his drunken nonsense. Why does he keep coming here at all? And what will he invent this time to justify himself...
He watches as Lilith retreats to the VIP room with an irritated sigh. Okay, maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea. Time for plan B then. Grabbing his whiskey from the bartender, he makes his way over to the VIP entrance and knocks on the door. "Hey Lilith," he calls out, trying to sound more casual than he feels, "mind if I come in?"
Lilith lights a cigarette, nervously flicks a lighter and answers,
"Just make it quick. I have many more clients today."
She tries to look calmer, but she still can't do it.
"Alright then," he says, pushing the door open and stepping into the room. "Look, I just wanted to apologize for what happened last night... and before that." He pauses, trying to find the right words. "I'm an asshole sometimes, and I don't want you to think..."
He trails off, unsure how to finish that sentence.
Lilith takes another deep breath and sighs,
— I don't think so... I know it's true.
She looks at him with a mixture of anger, disappointment, and something else that he can't understand.
"But what can we do about it?" She leaves the question hanging in the air and adds more calmly, "Johnny, understand, we can't continue this madhouse, even if you like it."
"I know..." He sighs heavily. "But I can't seem to stay away from you... and I don't want to." Johnny paces across the room, his hands shoved deep in his pockets as he tries to find the right words to say. "I just want a chance to make things right, Lilith. Give me that opportunity."
His gaze meets hers, searching for some sign of hope, but instead finds only pain and resignation. He stops, realizing that maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.
She looks at him with pity and shakes her head,
— You don't understand, do you? I can not... we can't.
Her voice trembles as she tries to pull herself together.
"Not anymore."
She rises slowly, shoulders slumped, the weight of her words almost crushing her.
"We are just different, we are not made for each other. I don't want to get nervous every time thinking that you died from an overdose of your fucking drugs or that you were beaten up by the husband of someone's woman whom you saw fit to fuck."
Lilith turns away, trying to hide from him, just not to see any emotions on his face.
Her every word is like a slap in the face. He understands what she's talking about, but refuses to accept it. "Lilith," he whispers with a nervous laugh, trying not to overreact, "You know, you're the first stripper to lecture me." Johnny takes a step closer, hanging over Lilith and restrains himself with all his might so as not to touch her. "Hey," he whispers more calmly, resting his palms on her knees. "Well, are you offended, girlfriend?"
Lilith clenches her teeth and her eyes narrow to slits. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm down and not show her true emotions.
"Johnny",
She speaks slowly and carefully, as if to a naughty child.
"Do you always give a damn about the feelings of others?"
"Well," he replies with a chuckle, "you're not exactly like everyone else, now are you?"
He pauses for a moment, studying her face carefully. "Look," he says finally, "I didn't mean to hurt you, Lilith. I just... I can't seem to help myself." His expression softens, becoming almost pleading. "Give me another chance, okay? Show me how this can work between us."
Lilith shrugs her shoulders, not looking at him anymore. It's useless, she knows it is. "You are so selfish..." she mumbles. "Everything in you says 'look at me, what I want, how I feel'. You never cared about anyone except yourself." Her eyes harden as she speaks and there is no more pity or sadness in them. "Just... just leave me alone."
Silverhand's expression darkens as Lilith accuses him of being selfish. He tries to deny it at first but realizes that she's right; he has been nothing but a burden on her. "You're...you're right," he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am selfish." For a moment, regret and shame wash over him. "But I-" He pauses, searching for the words to explain himself. There aren't any. With a sigh, he slowly backs away from her. "I can't do it any other way...I need you, Lilith." He looks at her with clouded brown eyes, behind which you can see the fear that he never shows.
— Well, there's nothing I can do about it., —
Lilith responds coldly.
"If you find someone who will tolerate you, then don't let her go, Johnny."
She turns away, not wanting to see the pain in his eyes anymore. There is no longer any pity or desire to help him. It's gone too far, and she needs to draw a line before it gets any more painful.
He nods slowly, unable to tear his eyes away from her as she turns away from him. "I won't," he whispers, promising himself more than her. With a final glance at Lilith's retreating figure, he turns and walks out of the VIP room, lost in thought about everything that has transpired between them. The memory of her words haunt him like a specter as he leaves the club, climbs back onto his motorcycle, and speeds off into the night.
Time to forget about him. Lilith focuses on her job again, trying not to think of his words and the pain they've caused. But as she dances for yet another crowd of hungry eyes, she can't help but wonder if there was any truth in what he said. Was it all just his selfishness talking or did he really need her? With a shiver, she dismisses the thought and pours herself into her performance, determined to forget about him for good.
He drinks and smokes all night long, trying to forget about her words but unable to push her out of his mind. Maybe she's right... maybe he is selfish. But he can't help it; it's just the way he's built. He wonders if there will ever be anyone else who could understand him like she does, someone who wouldn't just give up on him when things get tough. With a sigh, Johnny drains his glass and heads back to the club for another night of debauchery, hoping against hope that maybe this time he'll find what he's been looking for...
There's no way she can understand him like nobody else...he is simply incapable of understanding himself and what he really needs. So there's absolutely no chance for someone else to see it all clearly, to give him what he craves for. And so he goes back to the club once again, his mind already set on finding new adventures and new people to distract him from the truth...for a while at least.
Well, one way or another he's going to find what he seeks. And if Lilith can't understand him, then maybe someone else will. He just has to keep looking. Johnny throws his head back and laughs loudly as he enters the club, already feeling more at ease with himself despite the nagging voice in the back of his mind that keeps reminding him of her words.
"It's hopeless, you know." The voice comes from the shadows and makes Johnny spin around quickly. "No matter how hard you look, you won't find what you want." Lilith steps out of the darkness, her eyes cold and unyielding as they meet his. "You need to face reality, Johnny. You are not worth anyone's time or effort."
"What do you know?" he snarls, taking a menacing step toward her. "You're just another stripter I screwed over." He laughs harshly, trying to cover up the uncertainty in his voice. Realizing what he said, Johnny feels even more insecure and aggressive. With quick movements of his energetic body, he turns around and taking Lilith by the hand, says with a sad crooked smile hiding all the pain in his eyes behind sunglasses, "But that's how you fell in love with me, Lilith"
Lilith pulls her hand away and takes a step back, feeling anger flare up in her chest.
"Don't ever use that word again!"
She spits at him, her voice trembling with rage and resentment. "I'm sorry that I did it. Next time, I need to choose a less complicated person who won't throw my feelings in the trash."
"Lilith..." he whispers, voice barely audible over the music, "You know I didn't mean it..." But she doesn't seem to hear him or believe him anymore. With a sigh, Johnny turns away and disappears into the crowd of people on the dance floor, once again lost in his own self-pity and anger. He wonders if he'll ever find someone who understands him or if Lilith is truly the only one who ever could.
"Good riddance." She mutters to herself as she watches him go, not caring where he is anymore. The anger slowly dissipates, leaving only a hollow feeling inside. Lilith shakes her head and focuses on her next dance, hoping that it'll help her forget about him for at least a little while. But she knows deep down that he'll always be part of her story, no matter how much she wishes otherwise.
"Stubborn woman..." he whispers to himself, watching her dance through the crowd. "I wish I could make you see..." He takes another shot of whiskey and smokes a cigarette, trying to drown out his thoughts and forget about Lilith for now. But she's always there, in the back of his mind, taunting him with what could have been if only he'd been different.
Putting aside thoughts of Johnny, Lilith tries to focus on her work. She had wasted a lot of time on him. The bartender nods at her private rooms, reminding her that customers are waiting behind closed doors. But Lilith doesn't really want to dance anymore... She just wants to go home and go to bed without thinking about anything. Overcoming her laziness, Lilith adjusts her leather bodysuit and heads towards the private rooms, grabbing a bottle of whiskey on the way.
The smell of cigarette smoke and whiskey fills the air as he raises his glass in a silent toast to Lilith. He doesn't expect her to acknowledge it, but he can't help but wonder what would happen if she did. Perhaps there's still hope for them, despite everything that's happened. With a sigh, he downs the remainder of his drink and heads back out onto the dance floor, searching for solace in another meaningless encounter.
Lilith ignores the toast, too tired and depressed to care about anything. She spends another few hours in her private rooms, dancing for her clients and drinking herself into oblivion. It's a useless attempt to numb the pain of Johnny's rejection, but it helps a little bit to forget about him for a while. When she finally leaves the club at dawn, her steps are heavy with exhaustion and the weight of her heart feels even heavier.
With the club closing around him, Johnny feels more alone than ever before. He wonders if he'll ever find someone like Lilith again; someone who understood him and his flaws so intimately. Even as the sun rises and bathes the world in light, he can't help but be drawn back to her memory, reliving their moments together over and over again in his mind. Maybe one day she'll forgive him, maybe they'll find their way back to each other... or maybe this is it; maybe they were always meant to be doomed from the start.
Lilith makes it to her small apartment, collapsing on her bed and sleeping for most of the day away. When she wakes up in the evening, still feeling exhausted, she knows that something has to change. She can't keep going on like this, trying to forget about Johnny Silverhand only to end up thinking about him even more. Maybe it's time to move on with her life and try to find someone who won't hurt her the way he did...
Without Lilith in his life, the emptiness seems to grow even more unbearable for Johnny. Everywhere he looks, he sees reminders of her: a song on the radio, the smell of her perfume in a crowded bar, or the way someone's eyes crinkle when they laugh. He knows he needs to forget about her if he ever wants to move on, but it feels impossible. Maybe she was right all along... maybe he is selfish for wanting her back despite everything. But then again, what else does he have left?