Sharp Edges: Crosshair x Reader [NSFW]

Introductions

AUTHORS' NOTE: We shared at the start that this is a slight AU that's mostly canon-compliant with a bit of flexibility. But now we are completely diverging from canon, while still staying "in universe"... This chapter is SO EXCITING to be sharing because it's the start of an alternate path that we think you'll really enjoy. :D Plus the appearance of some new [familiar] faces!!

"This is so awesome!" Mel exclaimed, looping her arm through yours as you exited the taxi onto the wide corner platform that housed the infamous clone bar. Neon lights illuminated the entire scene, casting a warm glow from the bright orange and pink sign that flashed above. "Why is it called 79s?"

"I have no idea," you mused, scanning the crowd for your favorite sniper. You were so anxious, so excited... all the feelings at once. You tried not to be, to reason with yourself that it was just another hangout, but this was different... Crosshair had mentioned that his whole squad was on-world for a few days, and after some negotiations, had agreed to let you bring Mel as he invited you to his hangout.. But to you, it had all the anxiety of meeting someone's family. Bringing your thoughts back to the present, you guessed a possible answer to Mel's question, "Maybe the clone who started it was number 79?"

"Ahhh, clever! Listen... I've heard some things... about the clones... Is it true they're all wild in bed?" Mel whispered conspiratorially. You snorted, wondering where she got her information this time. Her journalism job had her frequently interacting with a wide variety of characters, and embellishment was a trick of the trade.

"Well, seeing how I've slept with approximately one..." you began sarcastically, already seeing her start to roll her eyes, "... Yes." She burst into laughter at your unexpected confirmation, shoving you to the side gently.

"I'll take it!" she said brightly as you pressed through the herd of people gathered around outside.

"I'm sure you will," you muttered, and she laughed again at your familiar humor.

The door whooshed open, revealing a dark room lit by a glowing circular bar and holoscreens on the walls. A steady beat of electronic music thumped, punctuated by the yells, laughs, and clinking glasses of the jovial patrons. The bar was full, mostly of clones, but with a decent variety of Twi'leks, Weequay, Ithorians, and other humans as well. You began to overanalyze every decision you'd made, starting with your outfit. You'd tried to look like you weren't trying, changing up your usual work wear with an edgier look, although it didn't hold a candle to Mel's drug deal attire. You had put on the lace bra and panty set that you'd chosen with her before, hoping that it would boost your confidence a bit, and since you'd been told it was always hot inside the bar, you covered it with a black leather miniskirt and a satin wrap shirt that hugged tight against you, allowing just the top of the lace bra to poke out on your front with little hints of it under your arms on the sides. A cozy thigh-length coat sat over all of it for the trip there, and you were immediately grateful for the heat warning as you peeled it off and tried to get through the crowd.

Mel had gone a bit more feminine, curling her hair and wearing a flowy, long-sleeved dress that sported bright flower designs down to her knees. High white boots complemented it below, and she'd finished the ensemble with a colorful belt and a sparkly necklace. It was completely "her", as much as your outfit was "you". You found yourself wondering again how she ever got close to you in the first place, but you were distracted when a pair of hands snuck around your waist. Smiling, you leaned back, tilting your head.

"Hey soldier," you tried to say seductively, but had to nearly yell it due to the noise.

"Heyyyy hot lil mama!!" an unfamiliar voice cheered in your ear. You gasped, throwing the hands off and whipping around quickly. It was a clone alright, but definitely not your clone. This one had a faux hawk and a mustache -- one of the oddest combinations you'd ever seen -- and was unabashedly dancing in front of you, arms out, grinning like an idiot while trying to entice you in with his hips.