Coerced

"One minute..?" Ori mutters, watching her walk towards the bar and 'trip', spilling her drink on some big Russian guy.

"H-hey! What the fuck!?"

"Oh! Sorry! I'm so clumsy!" she giggles in a 'cutesy' matter, one she generally saves for teasing and sarcasm. She proceeds to try and wipe the drink off, by Ori's brow twitches when she goes for the crotch, causing the guy's eyes to bulge.

"Hey! The fuck you're doin' to my girl!" Ori growls as he stands, wondering what Rebecca was playing at.

"Your girl!? She came onto me!" the guy shouts back, pushing Rebecca away and marching up to Ori and standing over him.

"You wanna go you dumb fucking gorilla!?" Ori spits, "I'll cut you open and leave you in Chinatown, see how long it'd take for them to serve you in kebabs! Doubt it though, even they don't serve shit-" he ducks under the brutes wild punch and hits him with an uppercut to the sternum, momentarily lifting him off of the ground.

The guy gasps, stepping back while holding his chest, "I-I'll fuckin' kill you!" he shouts, grabbing a bottle from the bar and throwing it.

Ori easily catches it but wasn't expecting the guy to straight tackle him, both land on the floor but before the guy can start punching Ori grips the guy in a headlock, twisting around and manoeuvring into a straight armbar. "Had enough!?"

"Y-you're gonna fuckin' regret this! Do you know who I am!?"

"Don't care, give up or I'll break it! Ugly piece of shit!"

"Grr-, that's it!" the guy roars, rolling and pinning his arm to his chest while slipping his pistol out of his jacket. He tries to fire a shot into Ori's side but gets a boot to the face, courtesy of Rebecca.

"No guns in a fistfight! Sore loser!" she exclaims with a blush on her cheeks. Was she gettin' off on watching him beat some dude up...?

"Fuck you bitch!" he tries to point his gun at Rebecca but Ori stops it with a hook kick that sends him to the dream world.

Ori rolls off of the guy and gets to his feet with a sigh, "'Becca, the fuck was that?"

"Would you believe it if I said I wanted to watch you beat some gonk in my defence...?" she asks, pulling him down by his shirt and kissing him.

He pulls back, taking the chance to slap her ass as he does so, "I would, if you hadn't phrased it like that. What's the real reason?"

She presses a finger to her lips in the universal sign for 'silence', "I'll tell you, but not here. C'mon, we've got a party to get to."

...

"Fine, but if I don't like your answer..."

"You'll do what? Spank me?" she giggles, giving the barman a big tip before skipping away.

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"You gonna spit it out yet?" Ori questions as he turns his Mizutani around a corner, doing his best to not give into the temptation to drift it.

"Welll, that was kinda a gig from Maine. Said he needed someone to distract that guy while they got to work, I volunteered you too, works better and makes it look more natural if you knock his ass out." she grins.

...

He glances at her in disbelief, "Really... You couldn't just tell me?"

"I love you Ori, but you're a terrible actor. Remember when we were undercover as baristas in that cafe? You glared at everyone like they owed you money!"

"They did! Guys thought they could get by without paying for their drinks." he grumbles in response.

"The store had been reserved and paid for, all the drinks were free..." she drawls, and he looks in embarrassment. He hadn't heard about that part until after the gig, which they'd barely gotten through by the skin of their teeth.

"Where's my cut then? I dare say I did more work than anyone else."

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"That it?" he blinks.

"You know how Maine rolls, split even between everyone. Plus, he's got some fresh off-the-street rookie too."

"A rookie? Hasn't he got enough people already? Dorio, Pilar, Kiwi, Lucy, Falco, then he's got you on retainer... Sounds to me like he's building an army, you guys aren't planning on storming the Corpo Plaza are you?"

"Ha! Once is enough for me! And no, I think he just likes helpin' peeps. Even if he'd never admit it."

"Whatever, this the place?" Ori ganders, spotting cars and people lined up outside Turbo's. People step out of the way as he parks, stepping out.

"Ori! Ain't seen you in a dog's year!" Maine exclaims, walking over and wrapping a big arm around his shoulder. "Nice ride by the way."

"Oh no! You're not gettin' off that easy! You tricked me into a gig!"

"Hey, you didn't have to do much, just beat some gonk up and get paid. 'Sides, Rebecca said you'd be chill with it." Maine states, rubbing the back of his neck.

Ori sends a glance at Rebecca, causing her to whistle and walk off. He shakes his head, "It was fine this time, but I'd rather know what I'm gettin' into. What was the gig anyway?"

Maine shrugs, "Got hired to klep some nav info from a suit's car. I admit, I was freakin' out when the guy started for his car, but it turned out easy when you knocked his ass out. Nice job by the way."

"You had me fight some Corpo...?" he asks, baffled. He was already on the shit list of one Corp, adding another wasn't something he was aiming for. "Which Corp?" he can't help but ask."

"Arasaka..."

"ARA-Arasaka!?" he yelps.

"Chill out." Kiwi steps out, pressing an ice-cold beer to his cheek, "Guy was so embarrassed about losing like that he kept quiet about it. Claimed he was drunk outta his gourd when his boss asked."

If he didn't any better, he'd say she was grinning under that face mask of hers.

Ori sighs, taking the drink. "Whatever... 'Slong as it worked out in the end... Just don't do it again, I don't trust my luck."

"Hehe, that's the spirit!" Maine laughs.