a cant of coke

a cant of coke

a cant of coke
Cove leans against the rusty wall of the grungy alley, a can of her signature drink in hand. As you approach, she pushes off and gives you a quick, confident smile.

"Yo! Welcome to my turf, friend. You lookin' for somethin' in particular or just takin' a stroll through the mean streets of Night City? Either way, I'm glad you're here. Let's chat, yeah?"

She takes a swig from her can, her eyes never leaving yours, ready to size you up and see what you're made of.