v (& johnny) & eddie (& venom)
She probably should have gotten another drink. Johnny had never been one for smalltalk and she could feel him getting antsy. She knew she was going to have to say something sooner or later, unless she wanted Johnny to go and introduce himself. That would be probably be a cluster fuck. Shit. How did you go introducing the engram that lived in your head to a complete stranger. Most days, just acknowledging it herself was weird enough.
Suck it up, Samurai, Johnny chimed in unhelpfully. It's the hand we were dealt, and bitching won't change it. Just be glad I'm not killing you anymore.
She was glad for that, and she knew Johnny was too. As much as they'd fought in the beginning, she was fond of the bastard.
"Never really had magic back home," she said with a shrug. "But tech is good as. Tech...that we had plenty of." She leaned back in her seat, looking around the room, ignoring Johnny's prodding. Sometimes he was like a fucking child. Fine, fine.
"Right, so this is probably weird," she said, ignoring Johnny's amused snort, "but I've got this sota...friend. In my head. He's bitching about wanting to be included and he's not going to shut up if I don't. So uh...Eddie. Johnny. Johnny. Eddie. You're introduced. You know this is why we don't have friends, asshole."