One Bad Day (Edgerunners X Male Reader)

Blood, Booze, and Big Bad Borgs

Third Person POV:

The sun has already risen. Just another day in Night City. Loud snores could be heard from the apartment. The young man was sleeping on the couch. His arm hanging from the cushion with his mouth open and leaking drool. The snoring soon stopped when Y/N felt something nudging him. It was kind of cold and metallic. He started to blink trying to wake up.

"Huh?"

He turned his head to the side and was met face to face with Rebecca. Her hair is down, wearing nothing but her tight black underwear, casually chewing gum while pointing her pistol at Y/N.

"Wakey wakey Y/N."

The young man blinked as he stared at her before responding with:

"Well good morning to you too."

"Maine's got a new contract for the two of us. Something about the job being perfect for your tech and my guns."

"That was it? He didn't say anything else?"

"Ugh. If you wanna get more info then ask him for it! Thought you'd be more excited hanging out with a woman rather than being stuck all by yourself."

Rebecca said with her hand on her hip, gun now pointed to the floor as she looks at the young man in disappointment. Y/N's eyes scanned her up and down. Noticing her build. Short, petite, nice tattoos, and some really shapely thighs.

"Don't get me wrong. That sounds cool and all but-"

He got up from the couch and stretched out his arms and back. Popping whatever organic bones he still had after laying still for so long.

"-I'd be a lot more excited if I didn't just wake up and actually had breakfast."

Y/N said getting up and putting his hands into the pockets of his jacket before walking into the bathroom to wash his face. As he was cleaning himself, the young man made a call.

Inside the same rundown apartment Y/N woke up in, sitting on the same torn up sofa with Dorio on his lap was Maine. The two were staring into each other's eyes like star crossed lovers. Soon they started to make out on the couch but just as Maine was getting deep into it. A call came in.

"Hey Rook. What do you want?"

"Rebecca woke me up about a contract you needed us to do?"

"Right. I'll give you the details later. I'm kinda busy at the moment. Job's not supposed to be until tonight anyway."

The young man's eyes widened before turning his head back to give Rebecca a quick look as she looked through the fridge.

"You mean that shortstack really woke me up at 9:30 AM just for a night job!?"

He thought to himself before sighing.

"Alright. See ya tonight then."

Moments later: Watson District 7:30 pm

An armored van is shown driving down the street on its way to a very high profile bar. In the back Rebecca is shown kicking back with her hair done in a pair of pig tails and wearing her jacket while Y/N is wearing his new attire without the helmet polishing the katana he got from his last job.

"Didn't think Maine would let you keep that."

"I didn't think a corpo bar would've gotten overrun by Maelstrom psychos. Let alone choose a couple of solos over having MaxTac take care of their little problem."