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The moon was out.
Full moon, too. Even when the stars themselves succumbed to the garish lights of Night City, the moon stood strong, never faltering.
Something about that felt right. The days were a blur of bullets and blood, but the moon was constant. In some ways, it was the closest thing to a good luck charm in the whole city.
David took a deep breath, letting the acrid cigarette smoke fill his syn-lungs.
“We did good today, didn’t we?” He took a swig of his drink, careful not to let the fizz linger too long in his throat. His legs dangled off the roof, where the rest of the crew was dancing to some shitty pop song on a blown-out speaker.
“Hmm.” Lucy took another drag. “Guess we did.”
They had done good; Maine said so himself. They’d fought off some chooms from some shithead gang who’d gone and fucked with the wrong people, and David had a fat stack of eddies and no scars to show for it. As good as it got, really.
Sure, he’d had to use the Sandevistan more than a few times, and he’d spent the ride back dealing with a nasty nosebleed, but in a city where just looking at someone wrong could land you in a morgue before you could blink, a nosebleed was a small price to pay.
“What’s on your mind?” Lucy asked, snuffing her cigarette beside her.
David shrugged. “Work, I guess.”
Lucy laughed, and the sound of it, tiny as it was, reverberated in his bones.
“Knew it,” she said. “You hardly ever think of anything else.”
Cracking a grin, he leaned back until his back was against the metal plating and he was looking straight at the sky. “I don’t got much else.”
She cocked her head and frowned. “Ever think of changing that? Finding something more?”
“Nah. I like what I’ve got.”
Lucy cracked the tiniest of smiles, and the sight of it was brighter than any of the lights dancing in the sky above him. She lay down beside him, keeping him company with the best sort of silence, sheltered away from all the vices that flowed like poison in the city’s veins.
“Moon’s pretty tonight,” David said.
“Always is, David. Always is.”
He turned his head towards her and brushed the hair away from her eyes. “About that moon BD you got—wanna boot it up again sometime?”
Lucy giggled and sat back up. “Dunno. Part of me feels like waiting for the real thing, you know?”
David sat up and threw his arm around her. “Hey, I promised, didn’t I? I meant it. Every word.”
“So did I.”
“Hey now, I’ve got no plans of dying on ya. Can’t exactly take you to the moon if I’m being scraped off the street.”
She cracked another smile, barely visible in the dark of the night, and rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m gonna hold you to that, you know?”
David pressed his lips to her forehead. “And I’m hoping you will.”
Just for a moment, it felt like they were somewhere far away from all the chaos of the city, from the noise and the lights that hung over their days like a shroud.
Just close enough to touch the moon.