Cyberpunk: Fatherhood

by RobinRounds

Car wrecked. Mom in the hospital. Bills are due. Desperation setting in. Our only chance is a number in mom's old holo records. It's listed as "Vinny - Emergencies Only!" I mean, fuck it, he can't make it worse for us. Right?

14. Chapter 14 - First Date

When Becca got a message from V asking her to pick up something he had ordered, and then deliver it to him, she had said yes without a second thought. He had sent her the detes, and while the job was simple enough, the address she was supposed to bring it to had her slightly nervous.

["An apartment in the Glen?"]

["Yeah, David's place. Message me when you're outside and I'll let you in."]

Those words alone had made her eyes widen. Becca knew security at some of the nicer apartments in the Glen would turn people away. And though she would have been there on business, that was the last thing she wanted. Not to mention, she was doing a favor for V. And was going to see him in nicer surroundings than she'd probably ever have the fortune of being in.

As such, Becca had decided that she wanted to look just a little nicer than usual, and took a little extra time on her appearance. Given her preference for running around in her underwear with nothing else on but her sneakers and one of Pilar's old jackets (how her brother had outgrown the garment was beyond her). It was a bit of a challenge to find something in her wardrobe that still fit.

Eventually, Becca had settled on a plain green low-cut babydoll shirt she reserved for the rare cooler days to hit Night City, and a pair of black leggings. The fact that her sneakers and jacket still matched were a huge bonus in her book. Instead of her usual pigtails, she had gone back and forth between just having her hair down, or putting it up in a ponytail. Eventually, she had compromised and put her hair in a low ponytail that still showed off its length, but kept it out of her face. The final touch? Putting to use the pocket make-up kit Kiwi had given her as a half-assed birthday gift the first year she was part of the crew.

"Kiwi, I take back everything I said about this gift." Becca thought as she looked at herself in the kit's small mirror as the apartment elevator started to move. Though she had to look up a few guides, she was pleased with how her overall look had turned out. Light green eyeshadow made her eyes pop just a little more, while a soft pink gloss brought out her lips. She had even opted to put a small amount of powder on her cheeks, just to give them a little hint of color.

The elevator dinged as she clicked the case shut, the doors sliding open to grant her access to David's apartment.

Upon stepping inside, she raised a hand to shield her eyes from the sheer amount of early morning light pouring in through the large windows that dominated a good third of the walls.

"Woah, this place has real windows?" Much as she wanted to look around, Becca found herself unable to look away from the windows. "Too rich for my blood."

"Huh?" She heard David's questioning hum, seeing both him and V silhouetted by the light in the living area.

"Windows." She moved over to the kitchen area and gently rapped on the glass with her free hand. "Me and Pilar's place only has those shitty metal shutter windows. Don't even get a view if we open them. This is fancy."

"Weird." David remarked.

"Not really." V answered, "places with a view, even an obstructed one, cost a decent amount of eddies."

David blinked. "Is that why rent was over ten thousand eddies in our old place? Because of that stupid window?"

"Probably." Becca answered, "Pilar and I pay around three thousand eddies for our apartment. Could have gotten one with a view, but that would have been an additional two k...Which we didn't have at the time."

"That much difference?"

"Landlords can be some of the biggest dicks." It was V's turn to answer. "Even before the Corpo Wars, landlords would charge extra just because a place had a view. Or a yard. Or an extra bathroom."

"Shit, forget working for 'Saka. Should get into owning real estate." David shook his head, letting out a short mocking chuckle.

"That is an option if you go into the financial side of Arasaka, once you graduate from the Academy." The suit quipped as Becca moved over to the two of them. "Which brings me back to our original subject and my reason for visiting. You're going back to the academy, no ifs, ands, or buts." V's voice had just a hint of a stern, fatherly tone, but there was also a tiny level of reluctance underneath it.

"What?" Becca couldn't help but chuckle as David's jaw dropped, "you're serious about that? Why?"

She looked at the two men, seeing now that they were being mirror images of each other posture wise. Both of them were standing straight, but relaxed. Even their faces looked similar, though David's still had traces of youthful innocence while V's was hardened by years of Corpo drama.

"Because your mother wants you to have a good education." It wasn't lost on Becca at how V looked more at the floor than David when he said it.

David crossed his arms. "But I thought the 'apprenticeship' made it so I didn't have to go back?"

"In a way it does, just with conditions." V sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, when a student has an apprenticeship, the Academy doesn't care how many classes you skip so long as you are working on an 'assignment' for your mentor. Those assignments are reported, seen and credited as work studies."

One of David's eyebrows quirked upwards. "Reported? By who?"

"By your mentor. In this case, me."

"And...what goes into these reports?" There was the faintest hint of worry on David's face.

"Whatever details the mentor seems fit to share." A wry smile moved onto V's face. "I can be as detailed or as vague as I want."

"And I'm guessing you've been keepin' it vague?" David's eyes narrowed. "Is that why I have to go back?"

"No. It's because the apprenticeship program still requires you to attend for major tests." Becca saw V's eyes glow as he sent something to David. "And midterms are at the end of the week."

"Ugh, I'm fucked..." All the fight David had seemed to leave him and he slumped over where he stood.

"Almost inclined to agree with you."

Becca's amusement at the situation grew as David started to have a minor freak out.

"I haven't studied at all recently. Not since before fryin' the servers." The younger man's hands came up to hold his head, scratching at his hair as if trying to charge his brain. "Ma-maybe I can call in sick? Get an extended deadline?"

"David, the only way you get out of testing is to end up in Trauma's care...And even that just gets it delayed until you're fixed enough to take the exam." V sassed, "academy's a bitch like that. Cares more about its student test scores and appearances to the point where if an apprentice fails to show for the exams, you're kicked out of the Classes. You might even end up being held back and forced to take additional classes if you do poorly."

"Ow." David hissed, "guess I...better start studying, huh?"

"Yeah, just a bit." Before David could move, V gestured for Becca to give him the case she was holding. "But I have something that might help you."

Becca held up the small briefcase, smiling as V's hand briefly touched her own as the case traded hands. She watched as the older man set the case down on the coffee table and opened it, revealing the contents.

"Data shards?" David picked one of them up, "Wait a sec? These look different."

"These are training shards. Normally used by mercs to get a quick how-to on shit they suck at, except these ones are programmed for academics as opposed to combat." V picked up a shard and studied it. "Math, science, business. You name the subject, I made sure there's at least one chip with it here. All of 'em are top college level."

"You know, I wasn't the most diligent student for the year or two of public education I got." Becca stared at the shards, "but isn't this cheating?"

David's eyes were wide at the revelation. "Yeah, and doesn't the academy punish cheaters?"

V laughed at their answers, putting the shard back in the case. "Not really. Most of your corporate raised classmates will have gotten one or two of these for 'tutoring', so it's less cheating and more... leveling the playing field."

The kid looked at the shard still in his hand. "Still not sure about this..."

"David don't be a bitch, your dad's Arasaka. Don't you think he knows what he's talking about?" Becca batted her eyelashes at V. "And guilt trip, didn't you tell us it was your mom's wish for you to attend Arasaka Academy?" She placed a hand on David's shoulder. "Don't you want to make Gloria proud and do well so she can show off?"

"I mean, I do but..." A defeated sigh escaped the younger man, "I also don't want to mess anything up with this." He put the shard down, eyes going between his two house guests.

"Alright. I was hoping to save this for after you took your exams but," V moved over to the windows, gesturing for David and Becca to join him. The pair complied, with Becca on one side of V and David on the other. "Look down the street. Do you see it?"

"Oh shit, is that a Caliburn? That's Rayfield's newest model too!" All of David's worries seemed to vanish as he looked at the car. It had been parked on the street in such a way that it gave everyone on their side of the apartment a perfect view of it. "Nova. Wonder who owns it?"

Almost as if David's words had commanded it, the pair saw the car flash its headlights. Both Becca and David looked at V with varying levels of surprise as he held up the control key.

"Holy fuck!" It was Becca's turn to pick her jaw off the floor. "You bought a fuckin' Caliburn? Are you secretly a millionaire or something!?"

"No fuckin' way, did you buy that with company funds?" David finished Becca's thought. "Wait, would Arasaka even let you put that on their dime?"

"I have my ways." V gave a tiny bow, like a magician just finishing a simple trick. "Anyhow, do you like it?"

"Like it? Those cars are preem. And that one looks fresh off the line!" David's face was once again pressed against the glass. "Would love to own a car like that some day."

"Well, use those shards to take the top spot in your class," V nodded to the shards, one hand gently wiggling the control key. "And you might see some fancy new wheels in your possession."

An excited gasp and a childish smile took over David's face and, if it wasn't for the fact she could clearly see his movements, she would have thought he had used the Sandevistan with how fast he blurred from the window to the couch to start slotting the shards.

"Ugh, don't even know what the midterm's on. Eh, can't hurt to learn everything here..." He popped out one shard as soon as it was finished loading and slotted another.

"Woah, take it easy with those things. Don't want to overload your brain." V placed a hand over the case, ineffectively blocking David's access to them. "Use some now, take a break to eat and drink, then continue. You've still got four days until the test."

"Uh, right." David gave a nod, taking a moment to better organize a 'used' pile as his latest lesson downloaded. "Hey V?"

"Yeah?" There was an odd tone in V's voice as he pulled his hand away from the case.

"Thanks." Becca could feel the weight behind that single word and hid a grin, trying not to coo over the father-son moment she just saw.

"You're welcome." Much as he tried to hide it, Becca could see the tiny curl at the corner of V's mouth. "Anyhow, I've got a few more things to take care of, so I'll leave you to it, alright?"

"Sure. Thanks again V." David slotted another shard. "Ugh, why did they have to add letters to numbers?"

V shrugged, though David's attention was no longer focused on him. "Come on Rebecca, let's get out of here." He started walking back towards the elevator, and Becca noticed he had shortened his stride just slightly so she could remain in step with him.

"Sure." She hit V with her most playful smile as they stepped into the elevator. "So, I did you the favor of picking up and delivering these shards...Where's my presents?"

Her voice was loaded with sass, and V had already sent a few hundred eddies her way for her services. She heard him hum and saw his eyes close a moment as he considered her words.

When they opened again, she expected him to make some comment about her being greedy. Or to flat out tell her off.

"How do you feel about some new chrome?"

That was not the response she expected, and thanked the confined space of the elevator for helping her remain standing. "What?"

"Think you've earned it. You've done a few deliveries for me. Helped David on his first gig." V placed a hand on her shoulder and looked her in the eyes with that intense stare of his, making her blush just slightly. "You deserve to get something nice."

Becca regretted her decision to wear leggings in addition to her panties, as now both articles of clothing were probably ruined by her excitement.

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Becca had followed V out of the apartment building and down the street to where the Caliburn was parked. She grinned like a madwoman as V told her to hop in, the doors unlocking with a satisfying click. The sterile ivory interior of the Caliburn was just as impressive as David's apartment had been, if not even moreso. She gently bounced on the seats, feeling the softness of the upholstery and the firm plushness of the seat itself.

"Fuck. Could probably rent every apartment on my block for the cost of this thing." Becca ran a hand over the dashboard. "Never thought I'd want this type of hot rod."

She hit him with a smile that was half impressed, and half flirty. Her expression fell slightly as all V gave her in return was an unimpressed look as the engine roared to life and they started moving.

"So, where we goin'?"

V kept his eyes on the road, one hand gesturing to the navigation console in front of him. "To a ripper's in Westbrook.

"Westbrook? Didn't Jackie say Viktor's clinic was in Watson?" Becca's head tilted just slightly. "Or are we not going to Viktor's clinic?"

"Vik's a good guy for discrete and quality work. But he doesn't always have the greatest selection in stock. And as a one-man team, he's not the fastest ripper out there."

"So what? You lookin' for speed over quality for me?" Becca pouted, and would have been offended if it wasn't for the fact it was V taking her.

"No, but I did find a ripper whose covers both." He sent her the details on the ripper. "Nina Kraviz. She's young, but she's got experience under her belt. Also has a full team working with her at the clinic. Really helps speed things along while maintaining quality installation."

"Looks pricey." She looked over the file V had sent. "And she does have what you're looking for for me?"

"Yeah, already called to check on that." Becca received another file. "Hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of picking out your new chrome. I hope its to your liking."

It might have been wishful thinking, but Becca thought she heard a bit of nervousness in V's voice as she opened the file. Kiroshi optics for her eyes. Smart-links for both of her hands. Fortified ankles, and optical camo. However, the thing that really caught her eye was the projectile launch system for each of her arms. Built-in guns with all the gore making trimmings...Becca blinked a few times, making sure her eyes weren't deceiving her before she turned to look at V.

"I think I love you." There was no hint of her usual sass or mockery.

"We're here." The green-haired girl couldn't decide if she was upset or grateful that V chose to, or didn't hear, her last statement. The pair exited the vehicle, and she practically skipped alongside V as they entered the clinic. The smell of antiseptic and other chemicals was both a comfort and an assault on her nose as she looked around. The waiting area was small and clean, though there were a few places she could see chipped paint, and some rust on the vent covers. Off to the side, she could see an open door that lead to a room with a ripper's chair. There was another hallway nearby, but Becca couldn't tell where or what it might have lead to.

"Morning." Becca was brought out of her observations by a woman's voice. Turning, she saw the speaker in question; a Russian woman just a few years older than herself with deep blue hair and artificial eyes looking at her and V. "Do you have an appointment? Or reservation?"

"Morning Nina, and yeah." Once more, Becca felt V's hand on her back. "Reservation's under 'Linder'. Client's name 'Rebecca'."

"So, she's the client?"

"Yeah, any problems with the parts I requested?" Becca was thankful that V was taking charge of the situation, as there was little doubt in her mind that she'd be a tongue-tied mess.

"Not a hair out of place. Everything's fresh off the line and direct from the manufacturers." The ripper glanced at the pair again as she checked something on her computer. "So, just implants today?"

"A little more than that." V's other hand moved to hold Becca's shoulder. "Our lucky girl gets the luxury treatment today. Inspection, installation, updates, and aftercare."

Nina nodded, "You just want the under the cover work or?"

"Well, if you're still doin' the cosmetic work too?" He questioned, seeing Nina nod. "Toss in your best package. Hair, skin, even nails if she wants it."

Professional as she was, Becca saw the grin move across the ripper's face. "Charge it to the same account as the reservation?"

"Please."

"Client is king." Becca heard the soft tapping of the keyboard. "Just to remind you, the top packages are pricey."

"I'm asking you to shine a jewel still covered in rock." Becca hoped the cosmetic work included a bath or a shower with how much of an effect V's tone was having on her. "I'm trusting that you're worth as much as advertised."

"Save those words for the capitalist overlords." The blue-haired doctor's eyes appraised Becca. "By the time I'm done with her? Your wilted street flower will look like she's the NUSA president's latest lover."

"I'll leave you to it then." Becca frowned as V removed his hands by gently shoving her towards the ripper-doc.

"Of course." Nina motioned for Becca to follow her. "Right this way dear."

The ripper moved to the other hallway, and Becca let out a curious hum as they started to walk down it.

"We're not going into the other room?" She pointed to the visible exam room, making Nina shake her head with a hum.

"That exam room? No. That's reserved for walk-ins off the street more concerned with staying alive just a bit longer." There was a level of amusement in the ripper's voice as they entered one of the other rooms to branch off the central hall. This one was an exam slash operating room, but everything inside was of immaculate quality. A small team of additional assistants was off to the side in the room, checking over what Becca assumed was the chrome V had ordered for her. "This area is reserved for higher clientele. Lose the coat and take a seat. Plug in your personal too, please."

Nina gestured to the exam chair, and Becca complied, seeing one of the assistants take her coat and hang it up. While meeting with Nina wasn't her first encounter with a ripper, she was by far the most professional she had. Intrigued, Becca watched as the same assistant who had taken her coat came back and started checking her vitals as Nina pulled up a chair and adjusted the monitor to hang over the exam table.

"Aside from the chrome, your input paid for the top shelf treatments." She shifted her posture, showing Becca all her options. "That means any adjustments you want made are taken care of."

The green-haired girl felt her cheeks warm up just slightly. "He's, uh, not my input." She admitted, feeling just a pinprick's worth of pain as she did so.

"Girly, I've never known a man to spend so much money on a woman he wasn't trying to get inside. Back to biz, want a fat ass? Bimbo jugs? Or something exotic like a tongue extension?"

The screen above them displayed a library's worth of surgical options.

"I uh... wow, that is a huge selection... I thought rippers only worked on chrome?"

"Small time rippers work chrome only, this office is in Westbrook. Housewives and mistresses are here every day so I can help keep their lovers interested for a little bit longer. It's less boring work, everyone looking for cosmetic tweaks always want something different. When it's installing chrome its always the same procedures."

"I'm gonna probably disappoint you then, I don't know if I really want anything." Becca took a moment to study herself, not really seeing anything she wanted changed.

"If you welcome my opinion; I'd suggest the skin support treatment, the hair and scalp implants, the wellness booster set, and the muscle therapy." Nina tapped at the monitor, calling up the relevant choices in order.

"Okay...?"

"The skin treatment means we make sure you skin and tattoos stay in place and scar free, perks up your tits and ass too. Less wrinkles later on from stress or age. And while I do have rolls of your current ivory in stock, I've an assortment of other colors if you're lookin' for a change." She showed her the next selection. "The Hair and scalp implants are to keep your hair more 'luxurious' and vibrant, something you need when the air in NC is hell on hair in general. The wellness booster is to keep your body feeling young and youthful. More life in your step and vigor in your movements."

"Uh huh." Becca flexed an arm, "and whats the muscle therapy?"

"We hook your personal link into a sensory interpreter and give you a deep tissue massage directed by the machine. Even the post op aches are gone and your muscles will feel like jelly."

"Holy shit yes! I'll take all of it." An ear to ear grin took over Becca's face, body nearly vibrating in excitement as her current situation sunk in.

"Done and done." Nina moved the monitor and tapped a few more things on it. "Then get comfortable on that chair, and we'll get you numbed up and chipped before you know it."

With a content hum, Becca took a moment to wiggle on the chair until she felt comfortable. Giving a nod of confirmation, she took a deep breath as Nina's team moved in and began the requested procedures.

First came a set of injections, two in the shoulders and two on her ankles. Next was a puff from a medicinal inhaler, and what ever was in it made her vision and thoughts sky high levels of cloudy.

She barely felt anything as the ripper and her team removed her existing optics and swapped in the new ones. Didn't even realize when her arms were cut off and replaced. The only time she really felt anything was when they were working on replacing the skin of her arms. Somehow, it tickled despite the pain blockers.

The blurred brain feeling thankfully faded shortly after she'd been put back together. It almost came back when they started in on her scalp treatments. Becca couldn't see what they were doing, but it felt like a lover was affectionately dragging his fingernails across her scalp. By the time they'd finished with her head, the miniature mercenary was ready to nap.

Doc Kraviz dropping into a chair was enough to startle her out of the relaxed drug-aided trance.

"Ready for the next round? This will be the skin care part. We're going to peel back your top layer, replace your old subdermal armor, give you a few muscle boosters to tighten the organics, and insert the camo layer before putting it all back together again. After that, we'll go over your skin and patch up the scars and fix any discoloration from wear and age."

"You're sure this won't mess up my tats?" She moved her arms protectively to her stomach.

"Girly, this will make those tattoos of yours look freshly done again." Nina gently moved Becca's arms away, "and will keep them looking like that for at least the next ten years if not more."

"If you say so..." Becca still wasn't fully convinced, but let the ripper and her team continue to work.

Another dose from the inhaler brought back the fog, leaving time to flow like a mudslide and her mind to go blank.

By the time Nina was done with her, Becca felt clean and revitalized in a way she had never felt before. One of the assistants had even taken the liberty of washing her clothes while she was undergoing the cosmetic work.

"Last round. Ready for your post op massage?"

"Depends, you ready to adopt me?" Becca felt no shame in asking as Nina handed her another inhailer.

"Not a chance, I have enough mouths to feed already. Now take two puffs now, and hold onto that. You get any aches later take another shot, and keep it till it runs empty or a month goes by."

A different puffer was handed over to her, this one felt closer to a Max-Doc and made any little aches from the surgery fade away. Nina gently pulled Becca's personal link from its socket in her arm and plugged it into surgery by her seat.

Rather than the whole team, a pair came in with artificial hands on display. Becca quickly found four hands coated with warm oil giving her muscles a work-over and rubbing away aches she never knew existed. Now and then they'd look at a screen, change locations and the vernette haired woman felt whatever muscles they touch melt like cheese over a fire.

The experience ended too soon for her liking. "First spending spree when we hit the major leagues, I'm coming back every day for a week for this." She was also up and about quicker than she expected to be and commented as such as she followed Nina back to the waiting room to reunite with V.

"Advantage of having a full team." The ripper played it off as they arrived back at the waiting room. "All set."

She felt V's eyes moving up and down her body as he studied her, hearing a faint grunt of approval. "Looks good. How you feeling Rebecca?"

"Like a million eddies." A content sigh escaped her as she ran a hand through her hair. Freed from the ponytail, it was the softest and longest it had ever been. Unable to resist the opportunity that had been presented to her, she twirled a strand of it around her fingers and hit V with the most flirtatious look she could. "Thanks daddy."

There was a visible tensing of V's jaw, the man's eyes widening just the tiniest fraction. Though she kept the same flirty smile outside, Becca was cheering on the inside that she was still able to get under V's skin.

"Let's go, got a lot to take care of today." The suit looked back at Nina, "thanks for fixing her up."

"No problem." Nina smiled, "come back again if you need more work done."

Both V and Becca said their goodbyes and left the ripper-doc's. The walk back to the Caliburn seemed easier, and Becca climbed in willingly. It was only when V got into the car that she asked the question that had come to her mind while enjoying her massage.

"Okay, not that I'm lookin' this gifted gun in the barrel but...Why me?"

"Honestly? Got a gig tonight, and I need someone to play the part of arm candy while also watching my six."

"Aww, and you trust me enough?" She leaned over, trying to rest her head on V's shoulder. She should have known that V had an ulterior motive, but was feeling too good to truly complain. "I'm flattered."

V shrugged. "Look, of the four women that I could ask..." He paused, thinking. "Anyone whose ever dabbled in shadier biz will spot the signs that Kiwi's a runner. Asking Dorio to play flirty with me, even as part of a gig, would probably piss Maine off something fierce." The suit sighed. "And Lucy? She is so far beyond the scale of fuck no that I can't find the words to describe it. Leaving you as the obvious choice."

"Makes sense." Becca nodded, a tiny smile on her face as she thought about what he said. "So...what type of joy-toy should I be? Classy secretary your type? Or maybe the brain dead bitch in heat does it for you?"

She shifted her posture, letting her jacket fall slightly to better expose her now perkier chest. The gremlin couldn't help but grin as she caught the quickest dip of V's eyes to her tits.

"Clever, cute, and capable." He rubbed at his chin, acting dismissive. "Not too different than you're acting now actually. Just, you need to be a little bit more on guard."

"Consider it done." She settled back in the passenger's seat, adjusting the jacket as she did. That action made her realize another opportunity to tease the suit was present, and she jumped on it."So, know we spent all this time getting me new chrome and makin' my 'ganics look great. But there's a big problem that you're not pointin' out."

"And that is?" V's voice gave nothing away.

"I might look like a luxury joy-toy if I was naked, but I kinda lack the clothes to keep up that lie." Becca gently tugged on her jacket like it was a pair of suspenders.

A small huff of air escaped V. "What? Having you walk around on display isn't an option?"

"Yeah, no." She turned away just slightly, "just because I like exposing skin doesn't mean I wanna give freaks on the streets a show. Or risk a chase from the local rapist population." Becca turned back to V, letting her jacket fall down as she used her newly installed arms to push her breasts together to further raise them up. "Besides, that's a show for your eyes only."

This time, Becca knew she wasn't imagining it as she watched V's eyes quickly move over her. "Then I guess I need to take you clothes shopping too."

"Uh-wha?" Despite her protests, Becca was willing to go around naked. Well, at the very least in her finest lingerie, because she knew V would protect her as much as she was supposed to protect him. Even though she knew now the man's actions were because of a gig, it all seemed a little much.

"...Is this some sacrificial bullshit or something? I swear to whatever demon god you plan on offering me to that I'ma choke a bitch before you get the chance." She held her hands out and made a show of choking the air.

In reply, V shook his head, eyes narrowed as he stared at her. "What kinda busted BD bullshit are you dreaming up?"

Becca pulled down her leggings, exposing the tattoo on her thigh. "The Tat on my leg isn't there to advertise my love for cock choom."

"Wasn't Phillip Dick a sci-fi writer?" V closed his eyes, "I don't recall him writing anything with magic sacrifices."

Once more, Becca knew she had ruined her panties. "Holy shit I really wanna kiss you now."

"Because I read books by a pre-collapse writer?" Much as he tried to keep his voice level, Becca heard the slight undertone of disbelief.

"I ain't book smart, but even I can tell you're downplaying." She smirked, noticing his mouth twitching as it fought to stay neutral. Eventually, he relented with a sigh a raised a finger.

"Fine, I may... just maybe, be a casual fan of his works."

"Right, what was I thinkin'." Becca shrugged, "You probably just browsed Pre-persons and enjoyed all the pro-abortion stuff."

"The fuck are you on about?" V's hand slapped the steering wheel and he turned a challenging gaze on her. "Pre-persons was so anti-abortion that he was getting death threats, in the nineteen-fifties!"

"Gotcha!" She threw a pair of finger guns at him and grinned triumphantly.

"Oh gawdamnit." By the volume of V's foot striking the floorboards, Becca found herself thankful they hadn't starting driving. Otherwise, his foot probably would have slammed the breaks and sent her flying through the windshield.

"You're a closet nerd!" She kept the finger guns up, making poking motions at him. " Oh that is perfect!"

"I'm really tempted to drag you back to Nina and have her pull out your parts for a refund." V's eyes drifted to Nina's clinic, and Becca laughed. "Let's just get you some new clothes."

Taking a moment to calm herself, Becca shot V a salute and proceeded to buckle her seat belt as V channeled his annoyance into getting them to their next destination as soon as possible.

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Today was just full of surprises for Becca. When they started driving, Becca had been expecting V to just take them over to Lele Park to do some shopping in Westbrook. Instead, she was surprised when their drive had taken them to City Center, specifically Downtown. Her mouth had fallen open in shock as they pulled up in front of a plain yet elegant store front.

"Jinguji!?" Becca's eyes were wide as she tore her attention away from the storefront to stare at V. "Are you fuckin' serious?!"

A nod was V's reply as he gestured for her to get out of the car. Not wasting a second, Becca complied and followed him inside. Soft music played in the background, while dozens of elegant shirts, pants, dresses, and full ensembles were on display for all to see.

"Welcome to Jinguji, an oasis of culture." A woman about V's age wearing a rose-colored pants suit approached them. "Is there something I may help you with?"

"Yeah, is Zane around?"

"Mister Jagger is currently in a conference call." She gave a tiny bow of apology. "But I would be more than happy to assist you until he's done."

"Sure. My companion here is in need of a wardrobe update." V looked down at Rebecca, and she smiled even as she saw a faint flicker of distaste move across the saleswoman's face. "If you could assist her while I wait, that would be much appreciated."

"Of course sir." The woman gave a bow, turning her attention to Rebecca. "Is there anything in particular you are looking for?"

"Whatever is guaranteed to torment the male mind, and make some women question their sexuality." Fancy as Jinguji was, Becca couldn't help but be a little bratty as the woman motioned for her to follow. Becca looked over her shoulder, seeing V standing just to the side with an almost military-like discipline as he let her move along with the saleswoman. Deciding to ignore him for the moment, Becca turned her attention to the various racks and displays and start picking out articles of clothing that caught her eye. Beside her, the saleswoman occasionally muttered a comment about something being a good choice, or recommending something she thought would be a better fit.

Though Becca wanted to get V's input on some of her choices, she could tell the man wasn't feeling up to conversation. Instead, she started a group chat between members of the crew – except V. After a moment, everyone except Jackie and Pilar showed as having accepted the invitation. She wasted no time in cutting to the heart of the matter.

["Guys, V's taking me clothes shopping after getting me chromed up and pretty... I think he's trying to fuck me?"]

["...Congrats?"] Falco offered, before dropping out of the group.

["I'm going back to bed."] Maine followed Falco's example and dropped. She expected to see Dorio's name drop too, but the woman remained.

["You know I'm trying to earn a preem car and you interrupted with that?"] David replied, and Becca could feel the annoyance on his words. Still, he remained connected for some reason or another.

["Is our resident pedo-bait on glitter? She sounds delusional."]

["Fuck you too Kiwi."] Mentally, Becca flipped Kiwi the bird as the saleswoman ushered her over to one of the fitting rooms. ["No lies, he's being gonk levels of nice to me and says its for a gig, but I think it's more."]

["You hope its more."] Somehow, she could read the casual dismissive tone in Lucy's words.

["Don't kill my dreams Lucy."] She frowned as she studied herself in the multitude of mirrors now surrounding her. ["Kiwi has a Russian bodyguard fuckboy, and you've got V's kid. Let me have this!"]

["Did you really have to say it like that?"] She could feel Lucy's irked gaze upon her despite the distance between them.

["Yes, you're poking holes in my romantic fantasy, so I must ruin yours too!"]

["Feels rude to just drop out, so can you remove me from this chat? I see enough of Rebecca thirsting for my dad IRL, I don't need a record of it in my logs."] Becca could almost see David's puppy eyes as he begged to be released from the torment she was putting him through.

["No way!"] Becca smiled as the woman started to arrange the garments Becca had chosen to try, setting some aside to swap for different sizes or styles she felt might work better. ["You might have some insight into what he's thinking!"]

["You do remember that he's been an absent dad for most of my life right? I've only known him for less than a week more than you."]

She frowned. ["You can be here for my emotional support! We're chooms! You can do that right?"]

["Becca, you just want me here to suffer for your amusement."] David had probably fused with the couch by now, given how deflated he sounded.

["There's that too, but is that such a bad thing?"]

["I'm putting this chat on mute. Just in case there's a problem."] David's name remained in the contacts list, but was now gray instead of the usual red.

["And he's gone."] Only Kiwi could make a monotone message sound amused. ["So short-stack, why's our dark and spooky overlord got your panties soaked this time?"]

["He's been treating me like a corpo-princess that's how. I just got new arms installed, the kind with big guns inside. A few other pieces of sweet ass wetware to go with them, and even a ripper-doc spa treatment. Now, he's taking me shopping at Jinguji! The full fuckin' treatment type too!"] She grinned as the saleswoman was joined by another one of her colleagues, the two of them now instructing her to undress so they could start accessorizing her.

["Well, damn. You might be right."] Becca heard the hesitant agreement in Kiwi's word choice.

["She still didn't have to give the entire crew updates about it."] Dorio made her presence known, her message seemed to share Maine's initial annoyance, but Becca could tell she was more amused.

"Let's try the pants first." The saleswoman pulled her out of the conversation a moment, and Becca stepped into the pair of dress slacks she had picked out. Though they had looked comfortable on the mannequin, and were the proper size, they felt just a little too tight in the legs for her liking.

"Nah, too tight. Got something similar but looser?" She looked back at the group messages.

["I dunno. Might be a good thing if she's fuckin' him."] Kiwi offered. ["Might earn us some more goodies if he's kept in a post-nut good mood."]

["Can we stop talking about V having sex? I want to enjoy my free time, not look for therapy."] Lucy whined, making Becca smile. David must have picked that moment to look back at the chat, because Becca saw his name fully drop from the list.

["Girl, you are sleeping with the proof that V fucks."] The older netrunner sent back.

["Stop trying to ruin my thing with David."] Becca thanked the higher powers that Kiwi and Lucy weren't in the same room as the other sales representative handed her another set of pants to try, along with a matching crop top.

"Oh, I like these. Pants are loose, and top's short enough to show off my tats." Becca turned just slightly, appreciating how both garments accentuated her improved curves. "Though, not sure about the color...Bright blue? Got anything more muted like a black or a gray?"

["Did you just call it a 'thing'? Are you or aren't you keeping claims on that piece of ass?"]

["Kiwi..."]

["Luce? Wanna join my 'I hate Kiwi' club?"] The short-stack offered after checking the the latest exchange between the two netrunners.

["It's so very tempting."]

["You're both just mad my relationships are drama-free."]

["Yet, only last a week tops."] Becca teased, nodding as the saleswoman brought in the outfit she had just tried in a dark gray. Another new clerk approached, this one carrying a mint green pants that he felt 'matched perfectly with her hair'.

["Still drama-free."]

["Becca how the hell are you such a chatter box?"]Dorio asked, ["especially if you're on a shopping spree right now."]

["V's got two, maybe three employees helping me pick out clothes, mostly moving shit around. I'm mostly just standing between some mirrors as they try and sell me some of this stuff."] She turned her attention to the newcomer, one hand reaching out to take the offered garment. "I like the color, but too suffocating."

The employee dipped their head just slightly as they accepted Becca's critique and stepped away with the rejected outfit in hand. The original saleswoman moved in, this time with a loose fitting, long sleeved high collar blouse that was a shade of pink that matched her tattoos. She tried it on, pleased with how it looked.

"Now this one's nice, but does it come in any other colors? Maybe black, or the same shade as that pant suit?" She snapped a picture of herself and sent it to the group.

["Looks good. You planning on keeping some of that fancy scop?"] Dorio asked, seeming just the tiniest bit envious.

["Oh yeah. I look hot, it looks rich, and I want to have nice clothes."] The clerk returned with the same blouse, now in a basic black and Becca nodded her approval as she gestured for both the pink and the black to go in the 'consider' pile. "Perfect."

["Says the shorty who dresses like a joy-toy after a shift."]

["Kiwi, I have two arm-cannons and I need to test them. Keep pushing and I will flatline you."] If Kiwi was present, Becca felt the woman should be thankful that she couldn't deploy the launchers without ripping the shirt. Something she was not yet willing to do.

["Fine."]

["What kinda gig is he dragging you on that he's buying you chrome and clothes?"] She could feel the older woman's questioning gaze.

["Not got all the detes yet Dory."] Becca hummed. ["Though he also mentioned possibly getting lunch, but that's been vague too."]

["As much as she's usually wrong about these things, I'm starting to think he's trying to fuck her."]

["Damnit, my dream is ruined."] Becca frowned as a deep blue sundress was passed her way, but quickly pulled away as the associate saw her expression. Though it wasn't actually directed at him, Becca felt it had summed up her feelings on the garment.

["Wait, why?"] The curiosity was strong in Lucy's voice.

["If Dorio thinks he wants to fuck me, there's no way it's true."]

["Why?"] The resident muscle girl questioned.

["Remember when you thought Luce and I were gonna make a human pretzel?"]

She could just picture Dorio rolling her eyes and lightly punching the object nearest to her, which was probably Maine. ["Oh shut the fuck up and let it go."]

["Never."] Becca smiled and was about to say more, but the arrival of a dark-skinned and sharply dressed man stopped her. The associates who had been fussing around her all took a step back. ["Gotta go. Think the head designer just showed."] She disconnected from the call in time to hear the new arrival address V.

"Ahh, V. I see your suits are still kept immaculate." He gestured to V's suit, which showed no signs of being dirty or scuffed in any way. "What can I help you with today?"

"Zane, I have a challenge for you." V smiled and gestured to where Zane's associates had been playing dress up with her. "I need this little lady by my side looking good enough to eat. No spending limit, but you're limited to only what's in stock."

"Hmmm." Zane replaced his associates, moving around Becca with a critical eye. "The lady in question has a very petite figure. I would suggest something... tight, with dark colors to highlight her skin." His hands moved in the air, tracing her curves as he spoke. "Anything you had in mind?"

"Nothing that covers the forearms, legs are okay." V thought for a moment. "Protective padding is a must."

"Phoenix just released a new formal dress with a microarmor layer." Zane snapped his fingers, and one of the associates who had been assisting her was quick to move and grab a dress off a nearby rack and bring it over. "Already a favorite among ladies who love luxury."

Zane held the dress up for both of them to see, and while Becca thought it looked nice, V shook his head.

"Ehh, no. The style is good but that shade of reflective red is too much with her hair."

"Might I suggest the newest ensemble from Bara Kaika?" Another associate heard the wordless command and returned with a rich brown pants suit. "The synthetic leather is so realistic that they'd been accused of illegal harvesting to make it."

"Tempting as having her in leather would be, I was looking more for a dress." The suit waved the outfit away as his eyes returned to looking at Becca. "Something that makes her look priceless, eye catching and tempting."

"I see... Rozovaya would do to catch an eye, but they're all flash and nothing lasting." The designer gestured to one of the many clothing racks, but made a slicing motion indicating they were no good.

A tiny hum of understanding came from V, and Becca just stared. "Come on Zane, I know that look. You've got something in mind."

"I do, it's just not on display just yet." Zane's hands clasped before him.

V gave a nod of understanding, eyes briefly looking around. "Not on display, or not for sale?"

"Everything is for sale V, you just have to pay the right price." The dark-skinned man's fingers steepled themselves as he continued. "This dress isn't yet on the open market."

"Save the sales pitch. Bring it out, if you're tempting this much you know I'm probably going to buy it."

The designer let his hands fall as he personally stepped away and headed out back. A moment later, he returned carrying a long-sleeved, studded, black leather pencil dress. The neokitsch style instantly appealed to Becca, and she could tell it had also caught V's attention.

"Presenting the newest masterpiece from the minds of Demon Rhapsody. This is their newest style of pencil dress. High quality leather complete with reactive-layer, and four layers of dedicated insert padding when protection is a concern." Zane moved over to Becca's side and held the dress before her.

Her mouth fell open just slightly as she studied her reflection. Though it wasn't actually on her, Becca could tell it would hug and accentuate her curves in just the right way. The matte finish and color ensured that it would compliment her skin and hair, while not distracting from the dress itself. The final thing that sold her on it was the fact that, it seemed to end just above her knees, leaving her calves exposed.

"V?" She turned a hopeful smile to him, and saw him nod in acceptance.

"Beautiful." V sent a pleased smile at Becca and Zane. "Shorten up the sleeves, and I'll pay double for it if you can get it fitted with four layers of your best Armadillo within the hour."

Zane almost looked offended, his free hand hiding his mouth as his other moved the dress aside. "I'm almost insulted you think it would take us that long. All we need is the lady's measurements for the fitting and you'll be enjoying a night on the town in minutes." The man made a single swirling motion with his hand, all the command his associates needed before they once again crowded around Becca and started taking her measurements with a practiced ease. "Will there be anything else for you sir?"

"Yeah." V gestured to the small collection of clothing that Becca had said yes to when Zane's associates first started trying to make sales. "I'll take all those too. Make any needed adjustments and charge it to my account."

Becca swore the cry of surprise that left her mouth was because one of the sales reps startled her when she measured between Becca's legs.

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While Zane made the requested alterations, the saleswoman had rung up and boxed up Becca's newest additions to her wardrobe. Aside from the dress, two pairs of dress slacks, a mini skirt, and five different tops were added to her regular ensemble. Zane had even found a pair of reinforced leather pumps in her size that complimented her dress. While she doubted she'd ever have a chance to wear most of them for any reason beyond 'I wanted to' – she was grateful to have them.

"Thanks again V." She commented as V hopped back in the Caliburn, Becca's new clothes stored safely in the trunk of the vehicle.

"No problem." He favored her with a smile, "I don't know about you, but this morning's excitement has made me hungry. Do you like ramen?" V started the car and started to drive as Becca nodded. "Good. Know a really good ramen shop back in Japantown. They make the best shoyu I've had in a long time."

"Then let's go! Haven't had anything but the block crap for years." She rubbed her stomach, which let out a growl of agreement that it wanted food.

"Then you're in for a treat." The almost laugh to come from V's mouth made Becca grin. The two shared the ride in silence, with V focusing on traffic while Becca tried to keep her stomach from bitching too much about its current lack of food. When the car came to a stop, Becca was surprised to see their path had lead them to the Cherry Blossom Market. Curious, she followed V out of the car and through the market until they were somewhere near the back of the market. She followed V down a set of stairs and into a well-lit ramen shop, taking a seat across from the man at one of the open tables.

"This place seems nice." Becca looked around, admiring the traditional yet simplistic Japanese style decorations to surround them. "You bring all the girls you're tryin' to impress here?"

"Only the ones who deserve it." V replied as a waitress came over and offered them a set of menus. Becca accepted one with her thanks. "Go ahead and order whatever you want."

"So glad you find me worthy." She gave V a wink and raised the menu to hide her face, hearing him let out a small huff in response. Her eyes fell on the menu, and given that it had been literal years since she had actual ramen, Becca felt slightly intimidated by all the choices. "So many options...Any recommendations?"

"Well, like I said. The shoyu's got my vote, but the tonkotsu's a close second. They've also got both hot and cold soba if you prefer." He glanced at the menu, "wasn't too impressed with the udon, but the miso soup has a nice light flavor to it."

The waitress had returned then, and Becca decided to take one of V's recommendations and order the tonkotsu while he went for the shoyu. V also ordered some sake for the two of them to share. When the waitress returned with their food and drinks, V took the liberty of pouring a shot for each of them.

"Cheers." He raised his glass in toast and Becca returned the gesture.

"Cheers." They both drank, a laugh escaping them as they started to eat. Becca took one bite of her ramen, and swore her soul left her body. The broth was light, but full of flavor and the noodles the perfect texture to go down easy. She tried a slice of the breaded syn-pork to top it off and nearly moaned at how it melted in her mouth.

"Take it you approve?" There was a knowing smile on V's face as he ate another bite with an effortless elegance.

"It's like my tastebuds are having an orgy." She raised her bowl to her lips and took a long sip of the broth. "And everyone is damn thirsty."

As she put the bowl down, she noticed V was smiling and laughing at her. Becca returned the expression, and the two fell into a playful back and forth banter. About a quarter of the way into their meals, the subject had somehow switched to being about their personal lives, specifically their younger years.

"Growing up?" Becca frowned, mouth half full of noodles as she answered. "Pilar took care of me more than mom or dad ever did."

"Parents too busy for you or?"

"Drug addicts." She swallowed the noodles with a loud slurp. "According to Pilar, he remembers them more than I do, they were decent parents. The type that was always making sure there was food on the table and clothes on our backs." Becca poured herself another cup of sake. "Sometime when I was, maybe five? They got their hands on some 'ganic pot. No idea how they got it, but looking back? It was probably laced with something else." She made a rolling gesture with one of her hands. "Soon enough, they were working their way up the shit-heel's ladder until they were glitter freaks."

V swallowed another bite of his own. "Suppose a sorry won't mean much."

"Not for me. I was too young to really remember them when Pilar decided fuck 'em." Becca stared down at her bowl. "One day he decided we're better off without them. Grabbed me, borrowed a car, packed our shit and we were moved out."

"Ever look them up?"

"Yup. Both dead. NCPD found em with leftover glitter on their faces. Either overdose or bad shit. Either way, not my problem." She took another bite of pork, chasing it down with some noodles and the sake.

V refilled her cup, giving his own the same treatment. "Speaking as a member of the Shit Parents Club, welcome Rebecca and no we don't have jackets." He adjusted his suit jacket as if to emphasize that particular point, making her laugh.

"Figures." Becca rolled her eyes. "So, what about you? You some secret Arasaka heir?"

The suit nearly choked on his most recent bite of ramen. "The fuck gave you that idea?"

"You. Have. A. Caliburn." She poked the table after each word. "Even if you klept that bitch from some carefree corporate dumbass, you have a top of the line vehicle that is worth more than all the apartments in my building. You have eddies to burn, and enough to spring a Glen apartment on your brat then load him with a travel case of study shards that are worth ten-thou' a piece."

"You make it sound like I bleed cash." He replied, gently tapping at his mouth with a napkin.

"So, seriously, I gave you the short hand of my childhood. What about you?" She reached across the table and poked him in the chest. "What made you decide to join up with obvious corporate evil?"

V started to laugh, a response that Becca hadn't been expecting. He seemed to understand the question the quizzical expression on her face was asking.

"What? I think it's funny you think I had a choice in the matter." V sipped at his sake.

"Oh, that sounds like a story." Becca leaned forward, left arm propping up her tits on the table while her right held her head up. "Do tell."

"It is." V took a moment to eat some more of his ramen. "Want the long or short of it?"

Becca's eyes drifted to the clock to hang on the wall near them. "How much time do we have?"

"The meet up isn't till tonight." V's eyes glowed as he checked something on his holo. "The ripper-team worked much faster than I expected. Was sure that it'd take hours."

She sat back, hands gripping her bowl on both sides. "My bowl's still half full, give it to me long and hard."

"Ignoring that." It was V's turn to stare down his lunch. "Short end of it is that my dad had a no-show for a father, and it gave him a building-sized chip on his shoulder. He got into the corporate life, and wanted to make something of himself." The faintest hint of a scowl formed on V's face. "My mom was a high end decorator. You know, the kind suits hire when they want their place to look impressive or avant garde but can't be bothered to do it themselves? Well, she decided to fuck my father for an easy life. When I was born, Dad thought I'd be a great bartering tool for his future. "

The green-haired gremlin frowned, poking at her bowl. "I really don't like how that sounds."

"Living it wasn't any better. Dad decided I needed tutoring, training, and lecturing the moment I learned to not shit myself." There was a sort of empty expression on V's face. "Not giving you the detes on what he decided was good parenting, but it messed me up. For the longest time I acted more like a drone than a person."

"So what changed?" She asked, finally taking a bite again.

"This restaurant. Gloria. And an unbelievable amount of rock." V jokingly raised the horns, even exaggeratedly wiggling his hand, the action seeming to be an ice pick that broke him out of the mood he had almost fallen into. "Chromatic, college, classic, heavy metal, punk, even soft rock."

"Soft rock." Becca's eyebrows rose even as she sucked down her noodles. "Seriously?"

"Yup." V's eyes quickly flicked up the stairs that lead back outside, as if looking for someone or something. "Got my hands on some Phil Collins, and while I'll probably never play it anytime soon, I find it makes for good listening."

"I'll take your word for it?" Her eyebrows had returned to their normal level as V shrugged off her reply.

"Well then." V started to pick up some noddles. "What's your taste in music like then?"

Becca had to think for a minute. She had never really sat down and just listened to music. Most of what she heard would be whatever was playing as she walked around Night City, or whatever Pilar was listening to. "Radio Vexelstrom plays a lot of songs I like. Otherwise I have no clue."

The bite of noodles V had taken was half in, half out of his mouth. His free hand moved to his chest, gently gripping where his heart was. "Ow. I felt actual, physical pain from you saying that."

"Ha friggin' ha." She hit him with a pout that was more playful than upset. "Back to the kid-corpo life."

"Not much to tell beyond what I've already said." The suit shook his head, the cheerful mood he had a moment ago lost. "Dad forced me to get ready for the corporate fast track. I never got his thumb off my throat till I was already under a company contract."

"So he's dead then?" Becca's voice was almost hopeful, her posture straightening as she awaited V's answer.

"Un-fuckin'-fortunately not. Mom's still somewhere in Westbrook. Has one of those top floor apartments, haven't seen her in years. Father-O'-mine has his unwanted ass somewhere overseas. He got a position in Arasaka's Tokyo tower, doing fuck-knows what."

"The way you're talkin' about him kinda makes me glad my gene-donors are dead." She looked back down at her ramen, seeing herself reflected in the broth. "If we were competing who had worse parents, you'd win just from the way you talk about them."

V's next bite was almost aggressive, free hand mindlessly tapping out his annoyance on the table. "You asked."

"I wanna know more about you, not make you feel shitty." Becca frowned, her own hand coming to rest on V's tapping hand.

"Sorry." He looked at their hands, before looking at Rebecca with sympathy. "I guess parenting in all forms is a sore spot for me."

"No, really?" Seeing an opportunity, Becca playfully poked the metaphorical bear. "You nearly flatlined the crew when Maine brushed that trigger. I can only imagine what your family holidays look like."

"Blessedly non-existent." Her plan worked, and V had a small smile on his face. "The only reason I even know they're still breathing is because I haven't been informed that I'm not their heir anymore."

"You'd get an update about that?"

"As soulless as the company is, Saburo insists certain family focused policies stay in place." V slowly gestured to the restaurant around them. "Holdovers of Japanese culture, and his beliefs in family. And when the Emperor insists on something, the company bends over to make it happen."

The last of her ramen's broth was drained. "Well, at least that something good."

"Hmm?"

"Your old man can't cut you off without givin' you notice so when he finally bites it you can use his money to celebrate."

The dark cloud that had been hanging over V parted, and he started laughing as he considered the short-stack's words. "Ohh, that...That is a very pleasant thought." He wiggled a finger at her, and Becca could see the appreciation in his eyes. "Rebecca? How are you so good at making people smile?"

"Force of habit from when Pilar and me struck out on our own. He was always doing what he could to make me smile when things were rough, and as I got older, I started returning the favor." Memories of her and Pilar goofing around came to her mind, and she smiled. "It's why even now we'll trade jabs and take pot shots at each other. Old habits die hard."

"Guess so." Though V was still smiling, Becca saw just the faintest shadow pass over him.

"Anyhow, meant to ask." The final few bites of ramen vanished from Becca's bowl. "How the hell does a suit like yourself know of such a kick-ass ramen joint?"

"Honestly? You can thank my father for that." He chuckled at her confused expression. "Ever hear of the Rainbow Cadenza?" She shook her head and he continued. "Figured you wouldn't. Well, this slurp shop used to be the chrome-rock club Rainbow Cadenza. Grandma met the rockerboy who was my grandfather at the club. To make it quick, He knocked her up and never called. Having been told this, Dad developed a hatred for all things rock. Grandma told me about the place once, and being the brat I was...I came here to check it out."

"And found this place?"

"Not exactly." V looked around, seeming nostalgic. "Place was already being sold off when I visited. Dance floor was torn up, light fixtures being stripped and re-purposed. Stage was where the central counter stands, nothing but support struts by the time I saw it."

"That must have been a downer." Becca followed V's hand as he pointed to the counter.

"Yes and no. Yes because I didn't get to see the Cadenza in its full glory." His eyes drifted to a couple of patrons who walked in, both wearing shirts of some indie band. "No because once this place reopened as a ramen shop, I had an excuse to come here and hang out and talk with all the old rock fans who stopped off looking for their lost holy ground."

"Think any of them might have been your grandfather?"

"It's possible, but I doubt it." He hesitated, "though after one or two of them made some comment about me reminding them of Kerry Eurodyne if he was straight, I got a few wild ideas an-"

By the way V's eyes widened, Becca could tell he was thankful her bowl was empty as she doubled over in laughter, fist slamming on the table as she struggled to breathe. "You? Kerry Eurodyne!? Oh, oh...Oh that's rich."

The suit shook his head, one hand hiding his face. "Gloria had the same reaction, albeit more restrained, when I told her that."

Understanding, Becca took a moment to calm herself before steering the conversation back to an earlier subject. "So...You brought Gloria here?"

"Just once. In the last couple months of our relationship." V ordered more sake as the waitress took away Becca's empty bowl. "Told her some of what I told you about my family, but mostly we kept it light and focused on the history of this place."

"Y'know, if you felt strongly enough to bring her to a place like this..." Becca paused, knowing she was about to walk on already cracking glass. "Why'd you two split anyways?"

V's laugh was bitter, and Becca could see a small level of hurt on his face. "Split implies she said anything. There...wasn't any distancing. Or cheating or whatever else damages relationships." He looked at the clock, as if that could turn back time. "One day she was there, but the next? She had stopped answering my calls, and wouldn't answer texts." V raised a hand, silencing her. "And no, she didn't block me as none of the messages were ever kicked back to me."

Becca frowned, "did you go lookin' for her after that?"

"I did. Checked all her usual haunts, and spoke with other regulars of them. She hadn't even gone to be with her parents – don't look at me like that. Her parents weren't the most trusting of me, but they were glad their daughter found someone nice." He shook his head, "all anyone would tell me when I asked was that she was alive and well, and not in NC."

The frown on Becca's face deepened as the waitress returned with the new sake. "That doesn't sound like the Gloria I know."

"Wasn't the Gloria I knew either." V was quick to grab the bottle and pour himself a drink. He held the bottle out to Becca, who poured her own cup as she asked another question on her mind.

"So, she say why she pulled the vanishing act?"

She saw V hesitate, the cup of sake held close. "...I haven't let her."

"Wait, why?" Becca's head had shifted to a 45 degree angle.

He drained the glass, meeting Becca's gaze. "Is it too pussy to say I'm afraid of how she'd answer?"

"What?" She rotated it to a full 90 degrees, eyes boring a hole into V.

V stared into the now empty glass. "I've had plenty of time to think about this...And all the answers that make sense either make me feel like a heel. Or make me wanna kill someone."

Becca brought her head back to its usual angle. "So, you think she found someone better-"

"No. My top theory is that someone threatened her." His eyes narrowed, mouth set in a flat line. "If I had to guess who? Probably my old man, considering how much of a piece of shit he is."

"I...Can't argue with that." She took a sip of her own sake. "What's the second theory?"

"She'd realized I was on the fast lane to becoming human garbage in a suit and decided to cut and run before she could be tied down?" Once more, V toyed with the suit he was wearing, making Becca groan.

"Come on choom. Couldn't you have a fun theory?" She pouted, running a finger around the rim of her cup. "Or something insane. Like you made a short circuit in her brains from literal mind-blowing sex and she had to get treatment in another city...And was just too embarrassed to tell you?"

"Not likely, but I will admit I do like that idea." The flat line that was V's mouth briefly twitched, and the reality of the situation hit her.

"You know what your problem is choom?" Becca rubbed her chin, studying him.

"I know of many of my problems, which one caught your attention?"

"You are way too used to seeing everything in the worst ways." She shook her head. "Honestly, you need some gonked out events to even things out. Just straight up crazy and unexpected shit, ya know?"

"So what? An old flame coming out of the blue, with kid in tow not enough crazy to balance it out?"

"No, because that's drama crazy. What you need is the fun kind of crazy." The gremlin placed her hands flat on the table and stared him down. "Like, you go to a bar with your chooms, and end up meeting the star of Watson Whore. That kind of crazy."

"That...seems an oddly specific example." V refreshed his glass, eyes holding just a hint of curiosity. "Did that happen to you, or someone you know?"

"It did. Swear on Guts that this is a true story. Star of the show, his real name's Xander Wifflebottom by the way, seriously who the fuck keeps a name like Wifflebottom?" She rolled her eyes. "Anyways he went to school with Falco as a brat. Turns out the two still kept in touch all these years. Both of them still visit the same bars in Santo all the time, so its not uncommon that they run into each other. Got to meet him one time when we were drinkin' with Falco at this hole in the wall dive. Damn near fell off my chair when I realized who he was."

"This..." V blinked, seemingly unprepared for her answer, "was not the non-sequitur I was expecting."

"Non-whatsis?" It was Becca's turn to blink, "can't go using those fancy Corpo words 'round me."

"Non-Sequitur." V sounded it out slowly. "Huge change in conversation that doesn't match what we were talking about."

"It was keep listening to you talk about love drama from the past or high school friends of friends being whores." Becca held out her hands to the side, like an old set of balancing scales. "And I prefer to talk about how the crew's westaboo is old friends with the dirtiest slut in all of Night City's history."

"Not a fan of drama then?" There was an almost smirk on V's face as he finished his food.

"Drama can be entertaining but I want that shit far away from my love life." Becca made a shoving motion to emphasize the point.

"Your love life?" The suit crossed his arms. "Could have sworn we were talking about Gloria and me?"

"Exactly." She shrugged. "Past is past, future is future, today's a gift and that's why it's called the present."

Once more, Becca could tell V was thankful that most of the items on the table were nearly empty of their contents. "Skipping the distraction. How exactly are Gloria and I involved in your love life?"

She pointed back and forth between the two of them. "We're gonna end up a thing, it's inevitable."

"You been hanging out with Misty?" She stared at him blankly, only knowing the name as Jackie's girl, and he shook his head. "Never mind, but I need an explanation for that."

"She still seems to wants you, and it's obvious you still want her. Problem is, you're both being gonks about it. Eventually, I'll drag you both to the no-tell motel and we will work it out with enough back breaking sex that the existence of it will put the porn industry out of biz."

"Uh-huh." V's head rose with the first syllable, and came down on the second in an overly exaggerated nod.

"Yeah-huh. Don't you give me that doubting tone. These pants are stuffed with determination and bullets." She announced loudly and proudly to everyone within earshot.

"Determination and bullets?"

Becca gently slapped her left ass cheek. "Well I can't say 'stuffed with a fat ass'. And 'stuffed with a tight pixie ass' just doesn't work."

V took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Sometimes I don't know what to do with you."

"Fuck me?" She offered up, giving him her best 'fuck me' eyes as she sat back down.

"Besides that." His own rolled, but Becca could tell she was nearly through the wall he had erected around himself.

"Alright." Becca tapped a finger to her chin, thinking. "Hang out, mock gonks, eat food, waste time, and have fun?"

"... Maybe I can do that."

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After leaving the restaurant, Becca had expected V to take her back to her place to wait until it was time. Instead, he took her around the market. The pair spending a few hours checking out shops and stalls, gonk watching, and talking with some of the old rockers who still visited the area. Eventually, V decided they had killed enough time and told her they should start getting ready for the evening.

Again, Becca thought V would drop her off at her apartment to get ready, then come get her. She instead got another one of the biggest surprises of her young life when V took her to his apartment in City Center. While David's apartment felt too rich for her, there was still a possibility that it was something she might one day be able to afford. V's apartment drove home the point of just how far apart they were on the social scale. He had to enter a code and swipe a card to get in, and Becca knew if she wasn't with V, the doorman would have thrown her out before she even got her foot through the entrance.

The front door led into a open kitchen and dining room combo, with a fancy island table separating the two halves of the room. To the left, past an archway, led to a living room the size of her entire apartment. A hallway connected led from the opposite side of the kitchen to four closed doors.

The place was covered in Neokitch décor, some posters, some artwork, and even some actual living plants.

"Holy fuck!" Becca idly wondered if the walls were soundproof as she turned in place, taking it all in. "You live here!?"

"For the time being..." V replied, setting her purchases on the counter before handing her the garment bag containing the custom fitted dress. "Here. You can dress in the bathroom over there." He pointed to the room in question, before looking towards his bedroom.

"Uh, thanks." Becca moved into the bathroom and opened the bag, wasting no time in shimmying into her new dress. She let out a tiny gasp as she looked at herself in the mirror. The dress was perfect, hugging and accentuating her curves in all the right places. Underneath the softness of the leather, she could feel the hidden layers of Armadillo armor pressing against her. When V had requested that particular alteration, she thought it would make the garment bulkier and more uncomfortable. Instead, it blended seamlessly and did little to alter the overall form and shape of both dress and wearer.

Becca was thankful that V had the sleeves shortened to where they rested just above her elbows. Partially because it gave her access to her arm cannons without needing to rip the dress. But mostly because it left her skin exposed. That was probably her biggest complaint about the dress – the sheer amount of her body that it covered. The collar sat just a little too high up on her neck, and the garment itself hid her tattoos with zero effort. Even the one on her right thigh was covered up, and no matter how she shifted, couldn't get it to show without having to pull the dress up.

"Eh, least I look damn good in this thing." Reaching up, Becca let her hair down. The verdant locks fell against her back and over one of her shoulders, creating a contrast between the two. "Correction. I look like a rich, corpo bitch." She ran a hand through her hair, feeling a small tangle here and there. Normally, she would have just used her hand and tugged at it like a caveman. But tonight called for just a little more attention and care.

"V? Do you have a hairbrush or a comb I could borrow?" Becca called, stepping out of the bathroom and moving towards V's bedroom so he wouldn't have to yell.

"Yeah, on my nightstand." She stopped at the entrance to V's bedroom, eyes going wide at the sight to meet her eyes. V was in the process of pulling a pair of black dress pants on, and Becca got the briefest look at V's ass before the garment covered it. She had her suspicions, but that quick view confirmed it – V's ass was tight and it was taking all her willpower to not rush forward and smack it.

Becca brought her eyes up, breath hitching as she now realized he was topless. The warm lighting radiating from the fixture above showed off every dip and curve of his muscles, and Becca had to remind herself to breathe. There was a methodical process in the way V looked at his shirts, eventually settling on a sage green button down. V moved with a level of grace as he pulled the shirt on and started to button it one by one. Becca couldn't help but wonder if the shirt was made of silk or some other delicate material instead of the more likely reinforced synfibers.

"I am so turned on right now." Becca squeezed her thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the heat she was feeling. "Wait, I'm just watching him get dressed. Why the fuck is this so hot?"

Becca's inner monologue went quiet as she saw V take out the matching jacket to the pants. Moving with the same effortless elegance, he slipped the jacket over his arms, but didn't button it. She let out a tiny moan of approval of the final look, which earned her a flirty side-smile from the now dressed man.

"So you just gonna stand there admiring the view or are you gonna finish getting ready?" V let out a low hum as his eyes swept over her, before looking to where his hair care items rested. "You look good by the way."

"Uh th-thanks." She stammered, trying to ignore the inferno that was now burning in her loins. "You too."

V smiled and took a seat on his bed, a pair of socks and shoes in hand. Somehow, Becca gained a reverse understanding of those weirdos who were turned on watching women remove their socks. Not wanting to risk ruining her newest outfit, she quickly grabbed the offered comb and retreated back to the bathroom.

"Nothing sexy about hair care...Nothing sexy about hair care..." She chanted in her mind as she combed out her tangles and made her hair as smooth as it had been leaving the ripper's. Picking up her shoes, she took a seat on the toilet and pulled them on before looking at her face in the mirror. Taking out the make-up kit, Becca took a few minutes to touch up her eye shadow and lipstick, opting to make both a little darker than she originally decided on.

"Are you ready yet?" There was a playful tone to V's voice as he appeared in the bathroom's door-frame. Mentally, Becca thanked the powers that be that she had finished with her make-up just before he showed up.

"Just need to put my shoes on." She nodded at the pumps resting next to the bathroom counter. Normally, Becca would just shove her feet into her sneakers and be on her way, but these shoes were brand new and made of quality fake leather. She took her time sliding her feet in and adjusting them so she would be comfortable for the evening. "There. All set."

"Got to say, you clean up nice." She hit him with her best smile, leaning forward just slightly with her hands on her hips, making him grin. "Hold that pose a moment?"

Becca guessed that V had taken a picture of her, suspicions confirmed when she was suddenly hit with an influx of messages.

["Holy shit. You look amazing! Doesn't she Lucy?"]

["David, I'm right here."] She could feel the faux-jealousy in Lucy's words. ["Still, I have to agree with you."]

["V, what did you do with Becca?"] Dorio sounded almost happily accusatory.

["Yeah, no way that's our lovable gremlin."] Maine agreed with his girl's assessment.

["That's me."] Becca sent back, encouraging V to take another picture of her...Only this time she was flipping them the bird.

["My mistake, that is her."]

["Huh."]Becca could hear Kiwi sigh. ["Guess you can make scop look fancy."]

["Kiwi, be nice."] Of course Falco would defend her. ["You look very nice Becca."]

["Thanks everybody. Wish me luck!"]

She ignored the other messages, looking to V expectantly. "So what now?"

"Now?" He fastened the two lowest buttons on his jacket. "Now we get ourselves some new wheels and delta."

"Get some wheels?" Becca looked at him, confused and slightly disappointed. "We're not taking the Caliburn again?"

"No." He shook his head. "Don't want to risk her getting damaged if this goes tits up."

"So, what do you propose then?"

V hit her with an almost predatory grin. "Let's steal a car tonight."

Becca's confusion only grew. "Don't you mean 'rent'?"

"No. Getting a rental leaves a trail that can be tied back to us." He dialed back the smile and started walking towards the elevator, explaining as they rode it down. "Stealing leaves less of a trail. Happens so often that unless the car's got top of the line security and monitors that most of the NCPD won't do more than put out a report about a missing vehicle. And even if it does get found, it's usually written off as some gonked out punks went for a joyride that almost never ends with someone being charged for it."

"So is that what these outfits make us now?" A laugh bubbled out of her as she studied their current state of dress as they stepped outside. "Punks goin' out on a joyride?"

"In these clothes? Are you kidding me?" He shook his head and gestured to the various cars parked along the street. "Anyhow...Since I picked lunch, why don't you pick out our ride for tonight."

"I get to pick?" Becca looked up at him, feeling skeptical. "Sure you want that? I don't really know a lot about cars."

"Long as it can seat two and drives, I don't care if it's a Supron or Shion or even a MaiMai."

"I recognize those names, but don't ask me to tell one from the other. Well, 'cept for the MaiMai – those little things are easy enough to identify at a glance." Becca looked up and down the road, wanting to pick out something that looked nice enough to match them, but not nice enough where they might have to deal with security features. After a moment, she pointed to a cherry red, four door car that reminded her of a sturdy racer that was parked just a few car lengths up the street from them. She recognized Quadra's logo on the front of the car, but couldn't tell exactly what model it was. ""Hmm...What about, that one? The Quadra."

"Sure." He moved towards the car, eyes glowing as he scanned it. "An uncustomized type sixty-six TS...Nice choice." After a moment, the car's lights flashed and she heard the faint click of the doors unlocking. With a smug grin, V pulled open the passenger's side door and bowed in invitation for Becca to get in. "Votre trajet vous attend mademoiselle."

Through his actions, Becca understood what he was trying to communicate. However, her brain failed her as she replied. "Uhh...Gracias?"

She could feel the mix of emotions coming off V as he closed her door. A moment later and he was in the driver's seat, and Becca never felt more uncultured as he spoke again. "Non sei bravo con le lengue, vero?"

"Gesundheit." The word came out of her mouth with instant regret.

"Well, we had a good run." She thought as she leaned back in the car and awaited death. "Barely out the door and we've shot ourselves in the foot."

A few minutes of awkward silence went by as he drove them from City Center to the middle of Westbrook. Fortunately for her, V seemed able to read the room and decided to break the silence with business matters.

"So, this gig could be done by a street-runner." V glanced at her, before looking back at the road. "The meet up is with some Tyger reps at Dark Matter. S'one of those private clubs the stupidly rich have 'hidden' all over the city."

"Dark Matter, huh?" She laughed as his use of air quotes. "So...Where's this one?

"Japantown."

The deadpan response made Becca snort. "Shoulda known you were gonna say this was somewhere in that mess the moment you said Tygers were involved."

"True." He nodded, "want the surprise now or later?"

"Hit me."

"The three we're meeting?" V paused in a poor dramatic attempt. "They're the sons of Wakako Okada."

"Neat." V's words sunk in after her initial surprise. "Wait...Shit! Aren't her boys all major players in the Claws!?"

"Exactly why we're meeting them." He smiled, one hand tapping the steering wheel. "See, her boys have been pissed lately about a now-dead XBD making shithead who thought he was safe from retribution because he was getting favors from Arasaka's brass." V tapped at his chest pocket. "Keepin' it short; I've got three P.O.V. BDs showing the prick getting executed. They'll want these shards badly and since I told them I got the proof they want, they're calling in a load of debts and favors to give me gadgets and access to some data I want almost as badly."

"Okay, sounds simple enough." She kicked her feet, looking down at her dress. "What's the reason you have me dolled-up?"

"We're puttin' on a show to hide the trade off. Paper poker and chips." She could see a smile in the corner of his eye. "Just a little back and forth with witnesses to make it seem legit."

She shook her head. "Still doesn't explain why I had to get chromed up and a makeover."

"Like I told you earlier, you're gonna be my backup in case somebody tries to fuck this up. To the average rich prick, you're my arm candy for the evening. If everything goes smoothly, then all you'll have to do is look pretty and keep a sly eye out." He reached over and gently rubbed her exposed forearm, answering a question before she could ask it. "And if shit flies, then you get to test out those arm-cannons of yours. Part two of the plan comes along if the trade is good."

"Oh?" She turned in her seat, suddenly more alert and flirty. "And part two is what?"

"Use the gadgets they give to get some info in a parking lot."

That knocked the wind out of her almost as fast as her earlier failure with languages. "Can you be stupidly vague some other time please?"

"Nah, think I like teasing you." He ran a finger up her arm, before returning his hand to the wheel.

"Then can you please tease me in another way?" Becca pouted at the loss of contact. "Seriously a busted vibrator is less frustrating." She muttered the last part intentionally too loud, causing V to snort in amusement. It wasn't the reply she was hoping for, but after how the ride started. She'd take it.

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After parking in an out of the way side street, V lead the way inside the high rise, down a short walkway, and behind an out of place door to where a man in a suit was standing near an elevator. The pair stepped up to him, but he held out a hand and shook his head. "Sorry, elevator's out of order."

"Mind if we take the stairs then?" V shot back, seeing the man appraise him and Becca. "Don't want to miss seeing the cats at play."

The doorman shifted just slightly at what V said, one hand tapping at his ear. "You're in luck, just got the call that the elevator's fixed." He stepped aside, other hand hitting the button to open the door. Nodding his thanks, V lead Becca inside the elevator and hit the button for the proper floor.

"Out of order? That's his excuse to keep 'undesirables' out?" She laughed, shaking her head. "You said this place is exclusive, yet they have a dude in a suit stand there like an obvious grunt guard repeating a line that they could accomplish with a piece of paper? Couldn't they have at least dressed him like a repair guy or something to better sell the story?"

"Just because money can buy a quality education doesn't mean they'll actually learn from it." V replied, the expression on his face telling her that he agreed with her assessment. "Anyhow, we're here."

The door to the elevator pinged open, and Becca couldn't keep her mouth closed as she surveyed the club. Like V's apartment, it was luxury and elegance beyond anything she could ever hope to achieve. Everything was well illuminated, showing off the soft plushness of the upholstered booths. The elegant smoothness of the marble table tops. There was a stage that was flashy enough to catch the eye, but still muted enough to not distract from the flaunted elegance of everything else.

"Woah..." She muttered as her eyes looked out at the view their position offered. If you asked her to describe the view in one word, Becca would have chosen inspiring. This high above the city, everything seemed clearer, even cleaner if she had to be honest.

"Told you this place was nice." The feeling of V linking his arm through hers brought her back to reality. Wordlessly, she walked alongside him, amazed at how quickly he blended in with the gathered crowds. Becca tried to match his posture, trying not to react every-time she was surprised by something. "Relax darling, you're among friends here." he assured her, voice dripping with corporate swagger.

His hand moved to her lower back, and though the gesture made her relax on the outside, she was a bundle of nerves on the inside. The two moved through the crowd, with V stopping here and there to talk with someone he recognized or who recognized him.

"Ah V, a pleasure to see you again." A man in a brown suit approached V, a drink in his hand. Becca saw his eyes move to inspect her. "And who is this beautiful woman accompanying you tonight."

"Feelings mutual John." V's hand shifted on her back, sending a shiver down her spine. "And this lovely lady is Lily."

"Lily? Eh, not the worst cover name." She kept the thought to herself.

"A pleasure to make your acquaintance." John reached out and took her hand in his own, gently kissing the back.

"Pleasure's mine sir." She hit V with the 'bedroom eyes', "well, technically his."

"Ha ha. Beautiful and sassy." John laughed, "where did you find this one?"

"That's my little secret." V pulled her close, hand now resting on her hip. The two men shared a laugh at some inside joke or another at V's comment before John excused himself to mingle with someone else.

"Do I wanna know?"

"Not really." V rolled his eyes before returning to looking around the club. Becca saw him smile as he ushered her towards one of the tables near the back of the club. In the dimmer lighting, it took Becca a moment to realize it was an old style gambling table. Three men were seated around it, with a fourth standing behind it. The seated three were clad in suits similar to V's, while the fourth was wearing a dress shirt and vest, looking more a bartender than a businessman. Looking closer, Becca could see all four of them had tattoos or other markings identifying them as members of the Tyger Claws.

"Just let me do all the talking." V cautioned as he approached the table. Nearly as one, the three seated men turned while the fourth simply gave a nod. "Gentlemen? Are you waiting for your fourth player?"

"No no, our friend could not join us." The yakuza suit nearest to V answered, the other two nodding in agreement.

"Then do you mind if I join you?" V looked almost nostalgic. "Haven't had a chance to play poker with real chips and cards in years."

His companions laughed as he replied. "Only if you don't mind paying the missing buy in."

"How much?"

"Twenty thousand eurodollars." The suit smiled knowingly. "Not too much for you, is it?"

"I spent more on my dinner tonight." He gestured to Rebecca, walking his fingers around her neck to make her giggle. The three seated Tygers laughed, with their leader motioning for V to take the remaining seat as the dealer handed V his chips.

"A fellow man of culture, I see." He smiled as V sat down, "nice to see some Americans aren't drooling over the bloated hourglass women."

"Fake women don't do it for me. My little white Lily is all I need." Seated, V was level with her height wise, and he took advantage of that to give her a quick kiss on the forehead. Appreciative hums came from the group as Becca felt her skin change from white to red.

"She looks more a rose now." One of the other suits commented as the dealer started to speak.

"Gentlemen, we will be playing Omaha hold 'em." The Tyger's dealer started to shuffle the deck of cards before him and started to deal. Becca knew how to play casually, but had a feeling these games would be a bit more involved. She glanced at the cards V was dealt; two tens, a four, and a queen.

"Not bad. Starting with a pair..." She looked at the faces of the other three men, trying to get a read on them. The first shook his head and folded, while the second raised and the third called. V also called as the first of the three community cards were dealt. A seven, a four, and a king.

"I raise." The second man upped his bet while the third opted to fold.

"Call." V put his chips forward as the next card was shown – a two. The remaining Tyger checked, and so did V as the last card was revealed – an eight. Both men revealed their hands, and though both of them had two pair, V won with the higher pair of tens and fours versus the other's fives and eights.

"Let us hope that you didn't just use all your luck on that hand." The defeated Tyger boss laughed as V pulled the chips to him as the dealer dealt the next hand.

While the men played, Becca stayed at V's side, splitting her attention between watching the patrons of the club, and listening to V and the men talk. It was mostly chatter and idle talk at the poker table, and rich people boosting their ego by flaunting cash in the rest of the club. As a gig, it was easy street. As a way to pass the time, it was death by poisonous boredom.

"It is always interesting to hear the rumors that reach Night City from overseas." The lead Tyger's words caught Becca's attention after minutes of nothing worth hearing. "Would you like to hear the latest?"

"Sure, my hand is kinda crap." Becca caught sight of V's hand as he folded, a pair of aces. She frowned, but didn't question his motives as the other man spoke and took his winnings.

"They say the leader of the Kōtetsu no Ryū is on the move again." The leader took to organizing his newly won chips even as the dealer started the next hand. "Where he's made his nest is unknown, but that he's infuriated his father again is certain."

"That is...very interesting." V replied, taking a moment to look at his newly dealt cards.

"Does that pause mean you have another bad hand?"

Becca heard a shout from nearby, eyes shifting away from the table to where a nearby conversation between a couple seemed to be getting intense. Noticing that both of them had bodyguards accompanying them, Becca traced a finger along V's shoulders playfully as she moved to his other side to cover him should things really get heated between the two.

"No, what you said reminded me of a tale I heard recently. It was told to me by an old woman who likes to drink, a royal pain in my ass." There was a smirk in V's voice that Becca heard, but didn't see as she was more focused on the arguing couple.

"All elders can be irritating." The leader remarked, his tone boisterous, "what's her story from the streets?"

"She saw a man with four eyes talking to a military sales rep, what made it so weird for her was that some people were pretending to be casting hexes nearby."

"Ahh, I see. There is no end to the weird or stupid in Night City." She heard one of the men groan, followed by the sound of cards being thrown on the table. "I fold."

Becca let out a sigh, hearing the sound of instruments being moved around. Curious, she gently touched V's shoulder and tipped her head towards the stage where it seemed some performance was getting ready to start. "Gonna find out whose playing."

"Go ahead. Let me know, will you?" As Becca turned away, V gave her ass a gentle slap, making her yelp while the Tygers chuckled at her. "Gentlemen, what other hearsay have you heard? It can't just be tales of a father being disappointed by his son."

Becca strolled away from the table, doing her best to walk with her back straight and assets on full display. As she walked, she scanned her surroundings, loving the new optics, and trying to see if there were any other threats beyond the potential one posed by the arguing couple. Not seeing anything else, she decided to keep her promise to V and approached the stage.

"Ah Lily." Becca started slightly as the suit from earlier, John approached her. "Decided to leave V and come join me?"

"Nah." She shook her head playfully. "Just came to find out whose playin' tonight."

"Saint Thomas, a tribute band to jazz musician Sonny Rollins." He answered, eyes watching her as she looked at the stage. "Are you a fan of jazz?"

"Eh, it's alright." Becca answered after a moment, "personally I'm more of a rock fan."

"Really? Never would have guessed." John smiled, "should come back this Saturday. Tainted Overlord's gonna play a few songs."

"I'll keep that in mind." She gave a tiny nod, as John's eyes lit up and he excused himself to take a phone call. Seeing that as her way to delta from the conversation, Becca waved him away and strolled back to V. Coming even with the table, she was surprised to see V's pile of chips hadn't appeared to get any bigger, and that the four were still trading rumors.

"...friends of mine were just telling me how they met a very cunning woman in New Mexico. They're very athletic, and wanted to travel someplace not many would go." One of the Tygers was saying, and V nodded as he called whatever bet had been made.

"How'd that turn out for them?"

"Some would say good, others would say bad. Check." The Tyger tapped the table. "Their new friend had plenty to tell them, between the weapons testing at Albuquerque and the resettlement of Santa Fe. They had a party that was, how do you say... they had a blast. Told me it reminded them of one they had here in Night City."

Though she had no context, Becca decided to make her presence known by asking what seemed an innocent question. "Was it someplace fun at least? By the way, it's a jazz band called Saint Thomas playing tonight."

V nodded his thanks as the speaking Tyger flashed her a smile. "Well, it used to be around Coronado Bay, but I'm not sure if it's there anymore."

She heard V scoff and she let out a tiny hum. "Well, that certainly narrows it dow-"

The sound of a glass shattering from the disagreeing couple's table made Becca cling to V's side, stopping her thought from fully forming. To the untrained eye, it appeared that she was startled by it and seeking comfort. The pair however knew it put her in the perfect position to deploy one of her arm-cannons unseen by all but those closest to her. Fortunately, the bodyguards moved in and separated the couple even as another glass got turned into an impromptu projectile.

"Sounds nice, maybe I should visit too." V took a moment to stroke Becca's head, and she leaned into the touch while letting out a pleased hum.

"No, no." The Tyger beside him shook his head. "A well dressed man like you looks like he would be better off in Night City. Much better company."

She felt V laugh more than she heard it. "Speaking of company, are you fans of Arasaka?"

While the feuding couple hadn't stop the four men from playing, V's question seemed to stop time as the three waited for him to continue.

"Come now. Who doesn't love their products?" The tone of V's voice made her understand how salesmen were so good at their jobs. "Their guns are reliable, the cyberware is top shelf, even the software is secure."

"Is it though?"

"Oh yes, defensively secure.." V removed his hand from Becca's head, but let her remain clinging to his arm. "You never hear any problems about it."

"That is good to know." The leader looked at his hand, and folded. "Why do you bring them up?"

"I've heard of word from friends that work for them. There is a new flagship product coming soon. A new type of personal security, one that even makes Netwatch very nervous. They even have a cute little slogan for it: 'Secure your soul', doesn't that sound interesting?"

V could have just been blowing smoke, but even Becca had to admit she was intrigued.

"Very interesting."

Still holding his arm, she could feel V nod in partial agreement. "Too bad it reminds me of a failed piece of tech from before the Red."

"What was it?"

"A piece of tech that was never officially released by ITS before they collapsed. They even had a tacky name for it, the 'Emergency Self Construct'." Becca followed V's eyes as they dipped to his cards, noting he only had an ace high. "Problem was that it wouldn't do the job the way you expected. There was always memory loss, neurological problems, and so on. Probably never released it because there was something wrong with whomever used it."

"Nice to know." The other men nodded, and Becca felt V shift his posture just slightly.

"Nice enough to fold this round?" V raised, glancing at the other men as he did.

"I will pretend that you have the better hand." One of them folded, while the other two raised.

"Whatever helps my dwindling pile of chips." V remarked as he checked, tapping his fingers on the table. The final cards were shown, and V lost after ending up with a pair. "Shit...Might have to drop out depending on how this next round goes."

"You are good company so far, I would not mind allowing you to place other items of value to sweeten the pot." The leader once again studied Becca. "Perhaps some time with your companion here?"

"Honey?" She pouted and snuggled deeper into V, giving him her best sad puppy eyes. In reply, he kissed her forehead again before looking back at his table mates.

"I can do you one better than that." V leaned in, eyes looking about. "How do you feel about braindances?"

"I have seen a few, but it is hard to find ones that can keep my attention." The leader matched V's posture as his brothers did the same.

"I have three copies of an... indie BD." Becca saw V's hand reach into his pocket and removed a shard case from it. "A tale of a villain who is tormented by his former victim who came for revenge."

The men laughed. "And you think that this is enough to cover your growing losses?"

"Oh definitely, I can tell you'd be excited by such an extreme story with such a personal narrative." V turned the case under the light, showing off the shards within.

The leader eyed the case with interest. "I do like the sounds of this, does it star anyone I would know?"

"A popular braindance editor who was given the chance to star in his own movie as the lead." The smile on V's was all too knowing, and even Becca found herself curious. "He couldn't say no."

"Oh. Ohh. Well, you have convinced me." He rubbed his hands together. "The three copies sounds like more than enough to satisfy my brothers and I."

"Glad to hear it." V placed the shard case in with the chips as the dealer dealt the next hand. "And damn."

Becca could see three queens in V's hand. A bullshit three-of-a-kind start, and a fast track to a full house.

"Is there a problem?"

"Luck isn't with me this hand." He turned his cards face down, "I fold."

Given how hard she had to bite her tongue to keep quiet, Becca felt certain she'd need to return to Nina's to get that tongue extension to fix the damage. Luckily, the Tygers took her expression as one of disgust at how bad V's hand must have been.

"Fortunately you only lost your shards." The game continued, with the leader taking the pot. "And it seems you still have enough for another round."

"If you don't mind me continuing?"

"Your presence is welcome, so far you've been very entertaining."

Becca had to admit that, even if she hadn't known of V's plan, the betting and loss of the shards seemed legitimate. With the excitement from the warring couple having died down to where she felt comfortable to move away again. Becca excused herself to get a drink, making a joke about getting one for V as a consolation gift for him losing the shards.

"No sweetheart." The lead Tyger raised a hand, signaling one of the roaming servers who was quick to respond. "Beers for us gentleman, and give the little lady whatever she wants."

"Well, I could really use a screaming orgasm, but I think I'll wait until we're in private for that." She shot V a wink, making him sigh as the Tygers erupted in laughter before requesting a beer as well.

"Uh, right..." V coughed as they started up another round. Now that the shards were out of play, Becca noticed there was a small change in how V was playing. No longer was he folding on decent hands, or placing bets in an obvious bluff. Indeed, it almost seemed like the game had changed to actually being played legitimately as opposed to just being a cover. Not seeing any threats, Becca had once again taken to wandering about.

She stopped off to watch the band play, finding herself bobbing along to the bouncier songs while a few desperate suits tried to buy her time with drinks or other treats. By the time she returned to V's side, she had downed an additional beer, and two fruitier cocktails, a bowl of bar popcorn, and a cannoli. She glanced at the table, noticing that V's pile of chips had grown substantially while the Tyger's had shrunk.

"Ah, she came back just in time." The leader smiled. "Maybe we won't wash out brothers."

"Lady bad luck has come back." One of the others laughed, giving her a gentle smile as she frowned. "Your companion started having amazing luck after you left." He explained, making her let out a tiny 'ah' of understanding.

"Mind stepping away again Lily?" V jested, pushing her away with a finger to her forehead. "I'm on a hot streak."

"So hot that I need to save my eddies." Their leader shook his head, placing a plain metal briefcase on the table. "I offer up this case as my bet."

"Uh huh." V eyed the case with interest while Becca regarded it warily, "what's in it?"

"Win the hand, and you'll find out."

"Better be worthwhile." She muttered, running a hand up and down V's arm seductively.

"Even if it's empty, quality cases like that are worth a decent chunk of eurodollars." He explained, reaching out a hand to tap the case to show her just how solid it sounded. "Sure you want to risk it?"

"I am sure."

Becca wasn't quite sure what happened next, but the dealer made some call or another, and all three men folded as V took the pot. She watched as he studied the case closer, now noticing the display on it. Her attention shifted back to V, who was nodding as he handed the case to her.

"Gentlemen, it has been a pleasure playing with you." He gently pushed his chips towards the dealer, "but I think it is in everyone's best interest I cash out now."

Good natured mumbling and complaints came from the Tygers as they agreed with V's decision, the dealer quickly counting V's chips before handing over a stack of eddies. The four men exchanged goodbyes, and Becca almost felt disappointed that she didn't get a chance to test her new chrome.

That feeling was quickly chased away as V took the case from her, holding it in one hand while looping his free arm through hers. A smile formed on her face as she clung to his arm, and he made no attempt to shake her off until they had arrived back at the car.

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Curious as she was about the contents of the case, Becca could tell V wasn't fully in the mood to discuss it as they drove to their next location. That didn't stop her from being excited about what else V might have had planned for them on this gig until...

"Militech tower?" She couldn't keep the confusion out of her voice as V carefully pulled their car into the maintenance parking area.

"Told you. Part one of our night out was trading goods." He parked the car in one of the back spaces, one Becca noticed was just out of the range of the lamps illuminating parts of the lot. "Part two is using said goods to gather information."

V opened the case, revealing it to be some sort of computer. Possibly an old hacker deck. Tech was never Becca's strong point, and she watched with interest as V tapped a few buttons on the case, and on the display screen. 'Downloading' appeared after a moment, and the vernette realized the device had connected to something within the tower.

"Neat." She offered, watching the bar slowly climb as the software did its thing. "So...What now?"

"Now? We wait." He glanced at the case, moving it to rest in between their seats. Removing his overcoat, V revealed two tech pistols, Kenshins, that had been hidden inside. Handing one to her, he gestured for her to stay low. "Keep your head down, and your finger near the trigger. I don't think we'll have any trouble, but its best to be ready."

"Don't have to tell me twice." Becca grinned as she adjusted her posture so her head was now resting in his lap. She felt V stiffen just slightly, and her smile grew as he placed a hand on her head. Unable to see much, Becca decided to focus her attention on the device, making a game for herself out of guessing how long it would take for the bar to move, or how much. The progress bar had just hit the seventy percent mark when she felt V shift.

"Get ready," he whispered, "I can see a guard walking over."

Becca raised her head just slightly, seeing the occasional dip of a flashlight as the holder moved towards them. "Want me to pop up and ice him?"

"Y'know what? First date." V smiled, "let's pump the breaks on the murder."

A delighted squeal escaped her, "so...what do we do then?"

The smile remained in place, though V's eyes were slightly lidded. "How good are you at faking head?"

"Good enough to make your nuts ache." Becca wiggled her eyebrows, making V roll his eyes. That was the last thing she got to see as V picked up his overcoat.

"Great, start faking. Keep a finger on the trigger, and your eye on the download bar. When it's done, signal me."

Her reply was muffled as she nuzzled her face into V's groin. Sticking a finger in her mouth, she looked up at him and winked as he threw his coat over her head, his crotch, and the hacker deck. No sooner had her vision gone dark did she hear the sound of a fist striking glass.

"What the fuck is goin' on here!?" The voice was stern, authoritative. And while Becca couldn't see, there was no doubt in her mind that the man behind it was glaring at V.

"S-shit!" She heard the window lower. "Officer- I- mean, uh Sir!" V shifted, playing up the angle of being uncomfortable. "N-nothing! Nothing's going on!"

"Bullshit!" Becca heard something strike the side of the car. "You're parked on Militech property without any tags."

"Sorry! I-I uh, I mean. Is it that big a deal?" Becca slipped another finger into her mouth to suppress the laugh that threatened to come out for V's 'performance'.

"Step out of the car!" The sound of a pistol being removed from its holster caused her to tense up, but she wasn't going to move unless V did.

"No! What?! Why?" Becca desperately wished she could see V's face right now.

"You're obviously suspicious! Out of the car!"

She felt V's hand gently press down on her head, and started bobbing her head in understanding. "I-uh, I c-can't do that!"

"Why the fuck not? What's going on in there?!" Though the fabric of V's coat, Becca could see the glow of the guard's flashlight as it scanned the inside of the car.

"I-uh-" V got no further as she heard the guard let out a groan as he realized what he was now looking at.

"You fuckin' pervert." The light moved away, and Becca felt certain the guard was shaking his head. "Seriously?"

V's hand moved off her head, but she didn't stop going through the motions. Indeed, she upped her game and let out a tiny moan and clicked her tongue to make a wet slap around her fingers. "Sorry, its just-"

"You thought it was a good idea to park in a corporate lot after hours to get sucked off?" The coat's fabric did little to shield her from the level of annoyance she could feel radiating off the guard. Her eyes dipped to the screen, seeing it sitting at ninety-seven percent.

"I-I just-" His hand returned to her head as the bar ticked up to ninety-eight.

"Fuckin' can it." Once more, the guard slapped the side of the car to make a point. "Pull her off your micro-dick and get the fuck out of here."

Becca placed a third finger in her mouth, sucking at them with gusto. "Please can you just wait a sec-"

"Are you seriously begging me to let you finish?"

"It's just, I'm-" V gripped Becca's head through the fabric and she let out another needy moan.

"No. I don't wanna hear it, and I don't wanna see it." She heard the scuff of the guard's shoes on the pavement. "Get the fuck out of here or else-"

The progress bar showed ninety-nine percent complete, and Becca smiled. Though she and V never agreed upon a signal, the outline of his half-hardened cock gave her the perfect idea as the bar moved to one-hundred.

She removed her fingers and bit down on the clothed appendage. The bite firm enough to be felt, but not enough to hurt.

"Ahhh! Yes!" V groaned and Becca moaned, "yes sir!"

"Did you just-?" She heard the guard's disgusted groan. "This fuckin' city, I swear...You got three seconds to start the car and get the fuck out of here!"

Becca pulled her head out from under the coat, pulling it to rest between them to hide the deck with one hand while her other acted like she was tucking his cock back. V's response was to start the car and drive away, but not before Becca turned in her seat and stuck her tongue out at the guard in a final act of defiance.

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After far too short a car ride where V and Becca both laughed and celebrated their 'victory' by jamming out to whatever songs were playing on Morro Rock radio, they had arrived at their final destination. The Afterlife. Becca was all smiles as she followed V down the stairs, the case in his hand. Her mouth opened just slightly in surprise as she recognized the Queen of the Fixers herself leaning against the bar. Seeing them, Rogue moved to meet them halfway.

"V, who's the doll?" Rogue gestured to Becca, seeming suspicious.

"Her name's Rebecca. She's a part of Maine's crew." V replied, "and I'm doing fine Rogue, thanks for asking."

The older woman didn't seem bothered by V's response. "What's crawled up your ass?"

"It's less a problem with his ass and more his balls." Becca answered before V could even think. "They must look like sapphires by now."

The strangled noise to come from V's lips almost made the death glare he was hitting her with worth it. "What the fuck, Rebecca."

"Well, don't you know how to pick 'em." Rogue gave a dip of her head in apparent approval. "Anyhow, give me my copy of what you pulled from Militech, and I'll leave the two of you to have your spat."

"Of course." V set the hacker deck on the bar's counter and slotted a shard into one of the ports on the side. After a minute or so, V popped the shard out and slotted another in its place to repeat the process. "Figured you'd appreciate having a spare." V's smile was slightly crooked as he handed over both shards to Rogue. Becca saw her study one of them before she slotted it and gave the data a quick once over.

"Got to give you credit on this. Gettin' paid twice over on business and pleasure." Rogue removed the shard and gestured to the stools to sit along the counter. "Speaking of, been a pleasure doing biz with you V. Have a drink on me before you leave. Claire will take care of you."

With that, the queen took her leave, and V and Becca took the offered seat as Claire came over to take their orders.

"Yeah, we'll take a couple Johnny Silverhands. Thanks Claire." V ordered for both of them.

"Don't thank me, thank Rogue." The woman replied as she moved to put together their drinks. "Enjoy." The pale amber color drinks were placed before the pair, and V picked his up with a smile.

"Cheers to a job well done." He raised his glass, clinking it against Becca's as she did the same.

"Cheers." While Becca wasn't a huge fan of tequila, she wasn't about to turn down having a drink with V again. In the Afterlife. Paid for by the Queen of Fixers herself. That last part made her cough a little, and Claire was quick to send a couple glasses of water their way. "So...Were you ever gonna inform me that our crew was working with Queen!?"

V looked at her over his glass, seeming amused at her reaction. "I didn't realize this was a big thing for you."

"She's the Queen-of-fuckin'-Fixers! Of course this is a big thing!" Becca reached out and gripped V's shirt, as he had left his jacket in the car. "For fuck sake choom, you're close enough to her to get a face-to-face meeting and trade barbs! That's major leagues one-oh-one!"

V's hand wrapped around Becca's own and gently pried her off. "It's more like I'm a dog in her kennel, and she's got a hand on my balls." He held his glass close, "only reason I'm not being hunted by half of Night City's bounty hunters is because she needs me alive for now."

"Still means you're working on her team." Becca hit him with a wry smile. "'Sides, hasn't 'Saka been fondling your boys for over a decade now?"

"We're changing the topic now, before the ball touching metaphor goes too far." He leveled a finger at her, mouth set in a frown that didn't quite match his eyes.

She ran a finger around the lip of her glass. "I can tap your prostate if that's better for you."

The exhalation of air that came from V was long and suffering. "And it is now too far."

"But you're not thinkin' 'bout Rogue handling your nuts now are ya?" Becca reached out and gently poked him in the arm, making him nod.

"Not really, no." He slapped her hand away. "Too busy worrying about you trying to slip one of your little pixie fingers up my asshole."

"That's nothing to worry about either." Becca took a smaller sip of her cocktail this time. "I like you, but definitely not that much."

The suit let out an appreciative noise. "Nice to see there is a limit to your affections."

"Oh no, don't get me wrong. I'd ride you in ways that'd make the cast of Watson Whore faint, but butt-stuff has never been a thing for me." She mimed shoving something away from her, making V shake his head.

"Are you always this blunt with guys you're interested in?"

"Yup." The remains of her drink were downed, ice rattling in the glass as she set it down.

"Okay, but why?"

"I guess I just don't want to live with regrets." Becca turned, looking at some of the other patrons in the bar. "Everybody in Night City knows five stories of someone who lived or died with regrets. I don't want to be one of them."

V finished his own drink. "So is that why you keep taking swings at me?"

"Either I hit the goal, or you get tired of it and tell me to fuck off. Till then, all I can do is keep trying." Becca gave V her most genuine smile. "No regrets, right?"

"You know that I'm still chasing Gloria, right?"

She could see the honesty in his eyes, but decided to double down. "V, everyone in the crew knows you're chasing her so hard you're the only thing in her rear view mirror. It's so obvious that David's probably getting prophetic dreams of the day he walks in on you two fuckin' like pornstars again."

"So why keep this up?" He gestured to her, as if to encompassing all her actions throughout the night.

"I'm single, lonely, and crushin' for you bad." She batted her eyelashes at him. "I know in the end you're probably gonna end up with her, but till then I wanna take what I can get. 'Sides, if I'm lucky I can fix myself neatly between the two of you and take over after you've worn her out."

V made the mistake of taking a drink of his water, sending a third of the swallow out of his mouth and onto the counter. "I did not see that last part coming."

That got Becca to laugh in triumph. "What? It surprise you that I'm into girls too? Choom. Even the straightest pole on either side of the divide can appreciate a great rack or sweet ass, and from what I've seen? Gloria's got both."

The suit made another attempt at taking a drink of his water. "Are you trying to tell me that I've got competition?"

"Ha, no." She took a drink of her own water as V ordered them a couple beers. "Just sayin' that if I have to share you with her, or her with you, that I'm all for it." Becca threw an arm around his shoulder, water raised in a toast. "Share the love, and say fuck 'em, to anyone whose against it!"

"This has got to be the weirdest post gig talk I've ever had." V accepted the beers from Claire and handed one to Becca.

"Not me." Becca raised her hand in pledge. "Swear to Emperor Arasaka's sweat stained sport shorts, Kiwi and Dorio thought I wanted to fuck Lucy for months before I had to bitch the idea out of their thick heads."

"Really?" V took a sip of his beer. "She not your type?"

"Nope. She's like a cooler. Good to cuddle when it's hot, but cold otherwise. She needs someone to pull her out of her head when she's in a mood, and I'm not that type of partner."

"And what type of partner are you?" He leaned forward, eyes looking at her with an odd level of fondness.

She sat up straight and puffed out her chest again. "I am a tanker of CHOOH2 carrying fifty thousand gallons of sex, excitement, and passion."

"And you think that's what I need?" V traced her figure in the air, making her flush just slightly.

"Kinda. I might not be a shrink, or a brain-doc but I can tell how much you hold yourself back. Somebody needs to make you open up before you explode." She mimed an explosion, making a 'boom!' sound to accompany it.

"You... might be right." V conceded, tipping his bottle to her.

Becca took a swig of her own beer. "'Bout time someone recognized that... But what makes you think so?"

"Been trying to open up I guess. Havin' Gloria back, finding out about David... Kinda made me rethink my goals in life." V rubbed at his chin, seeming to be considering his answer.

"What kinda goals? Get old, rich, fat and lazy? Oh, oh! Or you wanted to try and take over Arasaka, use some secret tech to become immortal and live forever."

She saw V's head tip to the side, the corner of his mouth turning up into a smile. "Eh, I was mostly thinking about killing my boss, but those sound kinda nice too."

"You work for a corp, killing your boss is traditional. You should be dreaming about raising David so he grows up less of a gonk, with two pretty ladies milkin' your cock till you die of a heart attack at a hundred." To drive her point home, Becca ran her hand up and down the neck of the bottle, making V chuckle.

"Not die of old age?"

The flat delivery of the question made her laugh. "Nobody dies of old age in NC, you stupid?"

"Got me there." Once more, V tipped his bottle in toast, and Becca matched him. "Claire, 'nother round."

"Sure thing," the barkeeper gave V a thumbs up and sent two more bottles their way.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what exactly did we give Rogue that she's willing to buy us a drink or two?"

"Short list? I murdered and tortured Jimmy Kurosaki on behalf of some members of the Tygers. They couldn't touch him because of his Arasaka backing, but I had no such restrictions."

"That the guy who made all those fucked up XBDs?" She asked, seeing V nod. "Alright. What else?"

"Robbed Militech of their data on Faraday. Militech employees owed the Tygers. Tygers called in their debts to make them plant bugs on the Faraday data. And as you saw, that device we got tonight was the remote access to get that data."

Becca took another drink. "Alright, that all sounds like a good deal. But what does that really gain you? Or Rogue?"

"Gives us the power to burn Faraday whenever we want." V mimed flicking a lighter, and Becca felt her mood dampen as a thought crossed her mind.

"So, does you having that power mean we'll be done working together?" Changes to a crew were an eddie a dozen, but in the few weeks they'd been together. Becca found she had grown fond of the father, son, and fun uncle to have joined the crew.

"Nah. I've still got plans for all of you." V gave her what she assumed passed as his reassuring smile, and Becca felt herself relax.

"Good." She took a moment to enjoy her drink, thinking. "Maine was talking about some gig involving some guy named Tanaka and a black site or something? What's that about?"

"We're gonna continue with that gig too." The man took an almost aggressive drink. "Tanaka's been a thorn in my side recently. Annoying me behind the scenes. He's one of those PTA parents who thinks because his job is valued that he is too." Another swallow was accompanied by V heavily setting the bottle down with a thump. "Dumb bastard even had the gall to request David's DSA be turned over to him."

"Seriously?" Becca shook her head and took a drink. "Remind me that if we have kids to keep them out of 'Saka Academy."

"Rebecca..."

"What?" She raised an eyebrow. "Sure Arasaka Academy is a quality school, but do you really want any of David's future siblings to endure the BS he, and I assume you had from them?"

"You said that with a little too much confidence..."

"Just callin' it like I see it." She grinned, "could tell by our little show in the parking lot that it's been awhile since you've gotten any action. Know you refused my offer, but I'm almost certain that if Gloria said 'V, fuck me.' You'd go into heat and forget to wrap your meat."

Though V choked slightly on his latest drink, he laughed, neither confirming or denying her guess. Pumping her fist in victory, Becca ordered them another round of drinks. For another hour or so, the two continued to take turns on who ordered the drinks, while also trading jokes, banter, and other stories they didn't get to tell over lunch.

As Claire told everyone it was last call, Becca and V settled their tabs and bid Claire goodnight as they made their way out of the Afterlife and back onto the streets of Watson. Standing with V under the streetlights, Becca felt oddly giddy. Part of it she knew, was from the alcohol, but the rest seemed to be more from the fact she spent the entire day with V.

Sure, she had basically laid her feelings on the table. And while V didn't outright accept them, the fact he hadn't rejected them either gave her a bit of hope. That hope grew just a little more as she heard V address her.

"You don't live too far from here, do you Rebecca?" She nodded, watching as his eyes fell to the nearby parking lot where they had left their stolen wheels. "Would you like me to walk you home?"

"Of course! And never mind that my brother's home – we can still bump uglies!" Is what her libido demanded she say. Unfortunately for it, her brain won out and instead. "I 'preciate the offer, but I'll be fine. Worse comes to worse, I call Pilar or you to come save me."

"Just call your brother." V replied, eyes glowing briefly as he called for one of his cars. "Pretty sure I don't want to get in his way if someone harms you."

"Yeah, he's a tech and sex obsessed gonk, but deep down, he really does care." She smiled, knowing V was right. "Still would rather be saved by you." Becca stood on her toes, making herself just a tiny bit taller. "My knight in shining chrome."

The sound of V's car rolling up stopped whatever argument V was going to make. "Good night Rebecca."

V leaned forward and gave her a tiny peck on the forehead. That simple action stirred something in her, and Becca launched herself off the ground and into V's arms, mouth connecting with his in a deep and sloppy kiss. For the briefest moment, she felt his arms around her, his lips moving against hers, before she was placed back on the ground.

"Goodnight V!" Moving on autopilot, Becca took off running before V could do anything to stop her. "Oh my god! Did we really just do that?"

"We did girl!" Her inner monologue answered her, "saw that opportunity and took it!"

"Thank you liquid courage!" If her liver and stomach had voices, they'd probably be bitching her out right now. Instead, though she heard the sound of her feet on the pavement, Becca felt like she had floated home. Her senses didn't really come back fully until she entered her apartment. Though it wasn't uncommon for her brother to still be awake at this hour, she was surprised to find him sitting at their kitchen table, as if waiting for her.

"So, how was your date with tall, corporate, and spooky?" Pilar asked with all the nosey entitlement of an older sibling.

Becca couldn't seem to wipe the smile off her face. "I think I blew his fuckin' mind."