Ram'ser (Crosshair)

Dazed awakenings

Tw: Nudity, sexual references, alcohol.

Saida groggily opened her eyes, relishing in the warmth that enveloped her body. She let out a small yawn and stretched, stopping when she bumped into something next to her.

She slowly turned to see what it was.

Crosshair was asleep next to her, arm wrapped around her waist.

Saida froze, slowly moving the blanket up to cover her naked body.

Crosshair let out a small grunt at the movement and squeezed her waist tighter.

"Crosshair! Crosshair wake up!" Saida hissed and nudged him.

"What?" He slurred without opening his eyes.

"Crosshair, you better wake up before I slap you awake," Saida threatened.

He slowly peeled his eyes open and made eye contact with her, before they flew wide open and he scrambled away from her. "What are you doing here?"

"I don't know!" Saida angrily said and clutched the blanket up to her chest. "If I did know, why would I wake you when I could just make a clean getaway?"

"Good point," Crosshair muttered before pinching his nose. "What in the name of the Force happened last night?"

Saida ignored him and rooted around for her clothes, changing into them under the sheets. He politely kept his gaze fixed at the ceiling, as pieces of the previous night slowly returned to the both of them.

~The previous night~

"What happened to you?" Crosshair asked as he sat on the barstool next to Saida.

Saida pushed a strand of hair from her face with a huff. "What do you mean?"

"You look angrier than usual," Crosshair remarked.

"Just had a bad night," Saida told him and swirled the liquid in her glass.

"What made it bad?" Crosshair asked and motioned for the bartender to pour him a drink.

"Bad date, bad sex, and now I'm talking to you," Saida listed, shooting him a glare.

Crosshair hummed. "And you came to 79's to fix that?"

"Figured I'd get drunk and hope I wouldn't remember this night," Saida grumbled.

"And how's that going for you?" Crosshair cocked an eyebrow at her. 

"I haven't even finished one drink yet," she bitterly sighed. "I think I'll just turn in for the night."

Crosshair downed his drink and offered her a hand.

She glanced at it, then back up at his face. "What's this for?"

"Come on," Crosshair inclined his head to the exit. "Let's get out of here."

Saida took his hand and let him pull her to her feet, following him back to the ship. She plopped down on the ramp outside the ship and stared up at the sky.

Crosshair settled next to her and gazed at her face.

She noticed him staring and met his gaze, frowning. 

"What?" Saida asked. "Is there something on my face?"

"No," Crosshair simply said before standing up and making his way inside. "Want a nightcap?"