The white noise of scattered insects fills the baron wastes... the communal buzzes and chirping overlapping each other isn't much different than idle street chatter during a bustling night on the town. Brian, in a quiet focus rests his forearms on the balcony railing in deep thought... taking heavy drags of his smoke and staring at a neon-pink flickering sign that reads 'Dollop of Sunshine'. The area's mellow with very few passers by to and from along with the occasional off-roader flying by.
The type of quiet isolation you can find this far removed from the energy... the pressure of the city... can often bring out unseen aspects of one's self. Isolated confinement for people like these... is an entirely different type of battle.
Zaunya, just inside their motel room behind Brian impatiently paces back and forth with her jacket off.. showing her sleeveless black leather vest. She slowly stretches her neck... restless adrenaline seeping out of her like pressure cooker steam. She kicks a dresser with a bunch of glass bottles on it sending them rolling... smashing to the stained carpet floor. She's trying to maintain her nerve unsuccessfully... revisiting the past has brought back buried emotions... traumatic memories return like waves pounding the rocky shore. Vulnerability and sorrow... turning to rage and bloodlust like a stoked flame. She aggressively runs her fingers through her hair... gripping tightly... yanking on it... struggling to maintain her cool.
Again... it is clear that the two of them have had several conversations before this point... the contrast in the pair's mental state lends to what some of those conversations just may have been.
Brian stuck in a state of deep thought drowns out the environment around him as he hones in on a memory... triggering a flashback:
The bright glowing neon sign towering above all of the chaos reads 'Jig Jig Street'. Marilyn runs through the street in a hurry with Brian in tow, dragging him behind her as he attempts to keep up with her pace. She giggles gleefully with excitement as they weave through crowds posted on the block including some of her Mox sisters at work beating down some corpo rat as "DON'T FUCK WITH THE MOXES!!" Is shouted off in the distance. The variety of vibrant colors on display is staggering. Neon trimmed skirts and leggings, glowing tattoos and piercings, designer fashionware with wet, glossy finishes... denim vests and platform heels with chasing LEDs... flashy jewelry and hyper-stylized implants sported by chrome bodied baddies. Joytoys slinging sex and dealers slinging drugs... alluring debauchery drawing in the lustful hunger of even the most straight edged out there. A fly trap for the corpo class that yanks em in and doesn't let go.
The loud booming music vibrating the streets of a hot summer night in Night City... is in full swing.
Marilyn and Brian rush to and arrive at their destination... stood outside of a pod with a front that reads "BD SHACK". Marilyn attempts to lightly open one of the shacks to no avail. She then runs her fingers down the slit of the door and works them inbetween before attempting to force it open. As Brian watches, he hears the compressed air and working mechanics of her gorilla arms engage and the door frame give in to the force. As the door rips open they see a couple in the shack engaged in intense intercourse... the woman on top of the man glances back at them briefly before continuing completely undeterred. Brian and Marilyn quickly look at each other and share an embarrassed laugh amongst themselves. Brian slides the wrecked door closed back into place leaving it basically open as Marilyn pulls him toward the next shack beside it.
They enter the empty BD shack and sit on the tattered couch inside... the door slides closed as the pair of them lock eyes and get close. Marilyn, with a huge smile on her face grabs Brian's left hand and raises it up between the two of them. She then raises her right hand and laces her fingers in-between his... squeezing his hand tight before loosening the grip and adjusting the angle. Their matching gorilla arm cyberware hands sport a sleek, blood red metal finish, reflecting the dim light; the cyberware augmented onto them weaves perfect with the RealSkinn still left on their hands creating a clean finish... some of the spoils of their raid on Maelstrom. With their palms connected and their fingers now loosely laced, Marilyn begins to weave a thick wire around their connected hands. She weaves the wire between their fingers and wraps it around their palms and wrists... yanking it tight with each loop being sure not to leave any space between them while never breaking their deep, intimate eye contact.
"What..?" Brian asks in a calm tone with a big smile on his face as Marilyn continues to giggle.
"What..?" he says again giggling with her. She grits her teeth as she yanks the wire tight a final time... constricting one of each of their hands together.
They continue to lock eyes as Marilyn places Brian's wreath on his head while kissing him before placing her wreath on her own head.
With the muffled sounds of loud booming music and people partying outside the door of the shack, Marilyn and Brian sit laid back on the couch stared up at the ceiling in an open-eyed trance... engaged in an intense braindance. Their bodies twitch and jolt in ecstasy as Marilyn's moans of extreme, overwhelming pleasure grow louder and louder. Her body begins to tense up as she squeezes her bare thighs tightly together and curls her toes. As the intensity in their physical responses grow, their tightly laced hands twitch and yank... straining the wire working hard to hold them together. Marilyn's deep moans and breaths of ecstasy build and build in surrendering intensity.
A loud crash of breaking glass in the motel room behind Brian snaps him out of his flashback.
Zaunya screams in rage to the sounds of more shattering glass and screaming... causing Brian to glance back into the room. As more furniture gets smashed and glass breaks... her screams in anger build. He flicks his cigarette out into the parking lot below before turning to re-enter the room.