Jesse McCree didn't get jealous. Whatever you've done, he's done it better. Have a threesome? He's had a fivesome. Kill 50 enemies in a minute? He's already killed 100, and still counting. The point is, McCree has lived a long, fulfilling life, and he didn't get jealous easily. Until he came...

(Numbani bar)

McCree sighed and shook his leg out of annoyance. Currently, he, 76, Reinhardt, and the other males of Overwatch are in a bar; sitting around a large, circular table playing poker. Of course, the youngsters like Lucio and elders like Reinhardt either had no clue how to play, or were taking too long. Bastion and Zenyatta weren't allowed to play because everyone thought they would cheat. So they sat on the sidelines, either meditating or playing with Ganymede.

It was so boring that it got to the point where he started wondering what Assassin was up to. He decided to stay back with the females, most of which knew this was going to happen. From the hectic call he had received from Assassin an hour ago, they decided to get together, watch a few movies, and enjoy the piece and quiet while they could.

"Jenga!" Lucaio shouted, placing his cards onto the table with a large grin. Of course his hand was the worst in a full ring game, a 72 offsuit.

"That's not even the game we're playing, los joder idiota!" Reaper shouted in annoyance.

"Gabriel, calm down. Lucaio's just a beginner." 76 ordered.

"He's a grown man! He should know the difference between jenga and poker!"

McCree dragged his hand down his face, his headache growing worse by the second. Turning his attention from the 'arguing married couple' as everyone put it, Jesse brought out his phone and went to call Assassin. But instead, he realized he was getting a facetime request from none other than the s.o.b himself. He accepted, and smiled when Assassin's shit eating grin filled his screen.

"Assassin."

"McCree. Having fun with the sausage party?" McCree sighed and looked up, only to see as Reinhart headlocked 76 and Reaper in his gigantic arms, attempting to calm them and the situation down.

"You don't know the half of it." McCree sighed. "How's it goin' on your end?"

"It's goin' just fine love!" Tracer exclaimed, blinking behind and leaning down on Assassin, throwing her arms around his neck with a large smile. McCree chuckled at her enthusiasm, she could always bring anyone out of a funky mode. But he stopped chuckling when he noticed something.

"Tracer, what're you wearin'?"

"Oh! It's my knickers love!" She exclaimed, not a hint of remorse or shame as she showed her off her orange bra and blue panties, which of course had the British flag on the left cheeks side.

"Um, why're you wearin' them?"

"It was Assassin's idea! Ya know, ta spice things up!" She giggled. McCree glared at Assassin, who grinned mischievously at him.

"Wow. That must be...fun." McCree gritted his teeth. Assassin was going to be in a room, filled with all the females of Overwatch, who were wearing gods knows what. That was actually something on McCree's bucket list! And all it took was some baby faced teen...maybe he should shave?

"I am ready for movie night." Pharah's voice boomed in the room. Tracer and Assassin turned their attention away from McCree to Pharah, and blushed deeply.

"P-Pharah, why aren't you wearin' anythin' love?!" McCree's eyes widened at that. Was Pharah really not wearing anything?

"What do you mean? Assassin said to wear whatever you wore to bed. This is what I wear."

"Pharah, the pointing of wearing something is to, well, wear something."

"So you don't want me to be naked?" McCree blushed at that, and so did the other males who were now paying attention.

"I never said that." Assassin quickly replied. "What I'm saying is-Ana! Why are you naked?!"

"What? Assassin said to wear-"

"I already explained to them mother."

"Ana's naked as well?" McCree questioned.

"She is. And her body is great for a woman her age!" Assassin whispered.

"If they're naked, I wanna be naked too!" Tracer exclaimed, before blinking away from Assassin. Before McCree himself could blink, Tracer's orange bra and blue panties flew across the screen.

"What the hell is happenin'?!" McCree asked.

"I don't know, but I love it!"

"Mei, Widow, you two should get naked! Join the fun loves!"

"I-I don't know Tracer. I'm shy about my body."

"A body should be displayed with pride, not ashamed!" Zarya shouted, before undressing as well.

"Is this heaven?" Assassin whispered to McCree, who didn't notice the others lean to try to take a peak at the screen.

"Hmm, alright. I shall play your little game." McCree heard Widowmaker say.

"This is heaven!"

"Doesn't this seem kind of, stupid?" Hana asked.

"Of course, the child is too scared." Widow said, trying and succeeding at antagonizing Hana.

"I'll show you who's a child!"

"What's goin' on?!" McCree exclaimed, trying to wrap his head around what was happening.

"I don't know, but it's- Hana has a tattoo on her inner right thigh. I repeat, inner, right, thigh!"

"What is it?"

"A bunny."

"Symmetra, Mercy, you in?"

"I suppose. Perhaps I can give some physicals as the night goes on..."

"Smashing! Symmetra?"

"I guess I'll play along. We are all beautiful, on the inside and out. There's no need to hide such beauty."

"I don't think I can take much more of this... My heart's going a mile a minute!" Assassin whispered to McCree.

"Well Mie, you gonna join as well?"

"I-I suppose. Just, no making fun of me, ok?" Mie pleaded.

"Don't worry 'bout that love, you're among friends! Well, most of us anyway." Tracer stated, obviously referring to the blue sniper.

"Very mature."

"I know right!"

"Ok, here I go." Nervously, Mei started to undress herself. First her winter coat, her white panties, and then her blue bra. But everyone(except McCree and the others) were confused at the white band, which wrapped around her breasts and back.

"Umm, what do ya got there love?"

"Oh, well, umm." Mei bit her lip. "It's kind of like a girdle, but you know, for my chest..."

"Well take it off love! You shouldn't have ta hide your body like that, we all love ya, just the way ya are!"

"If-If you say so Tracer." Mei nervously replied, before reaching back to undo the dreaded sash.

McCree and the others heard separate gasps from the other end.

"Wow love, they're huge! How'd ya walk around with those things?"

"Is it 'Give Assassin a nosebleed' day or what?"

"Y-You get used to them after awhile..."

"They must be sensitive. Can I give 'em a little squeeze?"

"I-I'd prefer no-ah! Tracer." Mei exclaimed, before letting out a small whimper.

"They're so soft! Like two giants pillows!"

"Can we please watch a movie. The faster we do, the quicker I can rethink all of my life's decisions."

"Yes, I suppose that is the best idea." Mercy cut in. "Now, there might be a tight squeeze, so some of us may have to sit on the floor, or someone's lap."

"I call Assassin's lap!" Tracer exclaimed, before blinking into the young mans lap. Luckily Assassin was quick enough to point the phone upwards, hiding Tracer's 'bits' from the others view.

"I-I have no comment. Talk to you guys later, enjoy your poker." With that Assassin ended the call, leaving the males to think to themselves.

"Well, we better get back. Training and...stuff tomorrow, right?" McCree asked, only to realize everyone else had left him alone...with the bill.

"Jesse, ya piece of crap! Why didn't ya get any gas?!" McCree heard Junkrat yell. The cowboy sighed and rested his head on the table as a headache started forming.

(Hours later. Watchpoint Gibraltar, nighttime)

McCree was now walking the halls of Watchpoint: Gibraltar, walking towards the cafeteria for a midnight snack. As he made his way, he noticed a figure leaning against a wall next to the doors, which lead to the cafeteria. He walked up, and smirked at who it was.

"Assassin."

"McCree."

They stood in comfortable silence for a few seconds, neither dared to break it.

"Ya lucky, son of a bitch." They clasped hands(imagine the scene from Predator) and grinned.

"Hell yeah I'm lucky."

"How'd ya do it? How'd ya convince 'em?"

"Honestly it started off as a joke. Mei gave the idea of watching a ice documentary, Hana hates the cold and I brought up the idea of wearing what we wear to sleep as to 'heat things up'. And well, you heard the rest." Assassin informed, his cheeks turning pink from the memories of earlier that night.

"Anythin' else interestin' happen?"

"Besides everyone getting naked and Tracer grinding against my crotch? Hell yeah! Mercy and Ana got drunk and started to make out, Pharah got jealous and dragged Mercy back to her room. Did you know Mercy's a screamer?" Assassin asked, grinning as McCree blushed.

"I reckon I didn't, 'til now..."

"Hmm mmm." Assassin pushed himself off the wall. "Stick with me kid, and you'll discover tons of stuff you never knew."

"I'd like that Assassin. Maybe you can show me some footage of earlier, if ya got any."

"Hell no, those are for my jacking purposes only." Assassin scoffed, walking away from the now sick to his stomach McCree.

The cowboy opened the doors and was about to walk into the kitchen, wanting to get the now bad taste out of his mouth.

"Jesse." McCree turned as Assassin called for him. "Enough with the formalities. The name's Kevin, but that's between you and me, cool? Cool. Night." Assassin turned, not paying attention to McCree's small smirk.

Now he had a name. That narrowed down the current list of bounties...Nah, he was a cool kid. Hell, maybe he'd be a great wingman.