A/N: this one i slightly more spicy than the rest. But it's nothing overblown.

A/N2: I wonder how many troopers got their names after being in ridiculously embarrassing situations, but they just went with them?

Pick and choose

CT-5597 has to give CT-6116 a credit - literally and metaphorically – for dragging him to 69's. It was an incredible idea. The sweet embrace of warmth, intimate setting, discretion, plenty if gorgeous women to chose from, some semblance of... quality control, to put it crudely... and bragging rights.

Fives must have never done it. It felt... it was... way different than what the other shiny was talking about. Maybe that's why CT-6116 rolled his eyes when Fives was describing his encounter with a girl. As a medic, CT-6116 was a human lie detector, after all.

"oh, Jesse." the woman whispered, when the clone trooper managed to hit just the right spot.

CT-5597 froze.

"Jesse?" the clone asked "who's Jesse?"

The woman looked him straight in the eyes.

"you just... fuck like Jesse." she said bluntly.

"like... you've had a client named Jesse?" suddenly CT-5597 felt self-conscious. "is that... bad? is fucking like Jesse bad?"

"no" she shifted under him "it's just..." the courtesan shrugged her shoulders "If I had to guess your name by the way you pound me into a mattress it would be Jesse"

CT-5597's eyes went comically wide.

"come on" the woman squirmed under him, after a while of stillness "it's getting weird"

"THAT's weird?!" CT-5597 shifted his position as he felt a cramp forming in his calf "you've just called me some random-ass name"

CT-5597 felt odd.

Almost offended but more bewildered.

For a clone trooper, getting and having a name was almost like a rite of passage. Especially if the name wasn't obvious, like Fives' or... Hardcase's were. CT-5597 wasn't like them - he wasn't easy to pinpoint. He had several nicknames over his short life, none of them stuck. None of them were his name.

"beggars can't be choosers, Jesse"

"you. can't. just. randomly. pick. a. name." the trooper tried to sound angry, but somewhat end up feeling silly as he trusted his hips with each word "and. think. I'll. just... roll... with... i-t." The prostitute half laughed - half moaned as the clone trooper's breath became more labored.

He didn't think this through.

"For your information: most people can't pick and choose their name." she huffed "and don't even try to convince me that Rex, Sinker, Fox, Lock, Thorn are not random"

CT-5597 groaned.

They weren't random, of course, and she knew that.

They sounded that way, though.

"all of you, clones, get so worked up about it..." the courtesan rolled them both over, she was now sitting in his lap "but in all honesty: a name is just a noise people make to get your attention"

"Jesse is not going to stick." the clone scoffed.

"sure thing, Jesse"