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Game loves spending time with her family.
They’re an odd bunch, which makes it all the more fun.
She’s known Pipes for the longest. He was there to welcome her and her batch as they shuffled off the transport to Coruscant, smiling and friendly. That first night, when she'd been crying in what she’d thought was a private corner, he had found her. He’s always been there for her, and he’s the best big brother anyone could ask for.
Similarly, Riyo is the best little sister anyone could ask for. When Game had first met her, she’d been intimidated by the fourteen year old kid who carried herself like a queen, who stood in front of senators twice her size and made them cower with her sharp tongue. Then Game got to know her, and she was a gremlin. She thrived when she was winding Pipes up, teasing Buir or planning how to make grown men weep in the Senate. She gave the best cuddles, and would sit in Game’s lap and let her hold her for hours. Game adores her.
Padmé is like a kind of fucked-up aunt. She has all the maternal vibes but none of the responsibleness.
She winks at Game whenever they run into each other in public, uses her fancy voluminous robes to sneak Game sweets and treats. In private she gives Game fancy food and wine, and is always there to listen when she needs a more adult female perspective.
Buir is just Buir. He's the best person in the Galaxy, and everyone who disagrees with her is a moron. When Game is feeling dysphoric, when she doesn’t know whether she wants to stare in the mirror for hours or just smash the damn thing, he’s one of the only people Game doesn’t mind seeing her. He’ll wrap her up in a blanket and let her curl up against him until she feels less like cutting away everything she hates about her body, everything that’s wrong and disgusting. He’ll sit and hold her for hours.
Buir is just the fucking best, and so she wasn’t really sure how to feel about Vos at first. She was worried about Buir, dating their general, a Jedi of all things.
But when she got to know him, when she got to watch him and Buir together? When she saw the way they looked at each other? Vos clearly thinks that Buir is the best thing in the Galaxy too, and so how can she not like him after that?
Usually, the way Buir and Vos look at each other is a mix of heart warming and stomach turning. Sometimes she’ll catch them just staring at each other, grinning dopily with heart shaped eyes.
Tonight though.
It’s honestly getting a little bit scary.
The way that they’re glaring at each other. Game has never seen Buir look so furious.
“You stinking piece of shit,” he seethes, counting out the handfuls of fake credits.
“Really?” Vos snarls in return, snatching the credits from Buir’s hand and dropping them into his own measly pile of winnings. “You’re gonna complain after my last turn?”
Padmé is sipping her wine and watching them like they’re a particularly fascinating holo-program. The way she’s grinning as they spit insults at one another, almost maniacal, makes Game think that she somehow planned this.
Maybe she should’ve been suspicious when Padmé suggested they play a game basically called ‘Capitalism’, and Riyo immediately looked terrified.
It's been hours. Riyo and Game got out pretty quickly. Pipes hung in there for a little longer, but he too ultimately failed. Now the three of them are curled up on the sofa, watching as Padmé’s pile of game credits slowly grows, and Vos and Buir get more and more angry at each other.
Well, she and Pipes are still watching. Riyo fell asleep with her head in Game’s lap a while ago.
Game doesn't quite understand why they’re getting so angry at each other. It’s Padmé who is ruthlessly bankrupting the two of them. They’re just fighting over scraps at this point, trying not to be the next one out. They’re dragging the game out between the two of them, just desperately trying to beat the other, even though as soon as one of them is out Padmé will be able to knock the next one out within one go.
It’s four in the fucking morning, and Game wishes one of them would just give up already.
Unfortunately, part of the reason why Buir and Vos work so well together is because they’re so similar, which means they’re both stubborn as hell and ridiculously competitive.
Pipes leans over to whisper in her ear.
“I can’t tell if they’re about to fight or fuck,” he says. Game elbows him in disgust.
He’s right though, and it’s weird.
She’s been considering picking up Riyo and going to lie down, but honestly she can’t really look away. It’s like a slow motion speeder crash.
She’s genuinely worried that they might break up.
Padmé’s turn ends with her collecting a pile of credits from the both of them, and then it’s Vos’s go again. He rolls the die, moves his piece, and lands on the community chest. The room goes very, very quiet.
Buir’s face is like stone as he watches Vos picks up the card.
Pipes grabs Game’s hand as Vos’s face morphs into a cruel grin.
“It’s your life day,” Vos reads, and Buir’s face goes thunderous. “Collect fifty credits from each player.”
Game looks at Buir’s pile of credits. That is nowhere near fifty.
Vos leans in, so close to Buir that it looks like they might be about to kiss.
“You. Lose.” he enunciates.
Buir stares at him.
Then he lunges.
They go crashing to the floor, both of them screaming obscenities. There’s the distinctive crunch of someone’s nose breaking and pieces of colourful plastoid go flying in every direction. Padmé spills her wine all down her front as she howls with laughter.
Riyo opens her eyes, yawns, and rolls over. Pipes can’t breathe he is laughing so hard.
Game sighs.
She’s never felt like more of a socialist.