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“…his face was so kriffing hilarious. I’ll never forget it”, your comment, half drunk, half sober before you and the other clones start laughing like idiots.
“I mean, he should have seen it coming. He was messing with you and whoever messes with you, messes with us, sir”, Boost says, and you smile at him softly.
“I appreciate that, Boost”.
Boost shakes his head like he doesn’t mind, and he would have keep joking around if he didn’t suddenly stop like his brothers. Before you can ask what is wrong, a familiar grumpy voice is heard all over the place.
“Where on the galaxy were you?!”, and well, it sounded grumpier than usual.
When you look over Boost’s arm, the one and only grumpy Commander was approaching your group.
“Oh, hello Commander”, Boost answers nervously, before he and the rest of the clones with you go stiffer than a lightsaber. “H-how are you doing, sir?”
“Spare me the chat, Boost. Where is Commander Sparks?”
And before Sinker could step ahead to calm the waters, you step from behind the clones and grin at Wolffe.
“Nice to see that you worry about us, little wolf”, you greet, punching him playfully in the arm. Instead of a smile or a playful look like clones usually exchanged with you in these cases, he narrowed his eyes and scrunched his nose just the way he (and all the clones) did when they were angry.
You chuckle and you can sense how anxious the whole interaction makes the clones behind you.
“Where were you? You were supposed to be out for a couple of hours, not six”.
“Sir –“, Sinker starts, but you interrupt him.
“We were out having fun because we are on leave”, you answer instead, sending Sinker a look he understands immediately.
You smile at Wolffe when you look back at him, but he is still having his angry face.
“Having fun?”, he sarcastically asks. “I hope that didn’t involve 79’s”.
You chuckle, almost nervously.
“Of course, we weren’t in 79’s, right guys?”
“Uh, no sir, we weren’t”, they all say in unison, with an insecure tone.
Wolffe glares at them and they all gulp, more anxious than before.
“All of you, go back to the barracks and clean up before the General sees you”, he says, and the clones don’t wait for any other instruction.
“Yes sir!”, and they disappear in a second leaving you alone with Wolffe.
Boost makes an “I’m very sorry, Commander” face on his way out and you shake your head while you smiled until you looked back at Wolffe and how he was glaring at you.
You gulped.
Well, kriff.
After a second or two in awkward (tense) silence, you decide you need to get out of the place.
“I should also go. Tomorrow we are back to the action and it's going to be a long day”, you say, smiling nervously at the end.
You then move to pass him and run away the same way the clones did, when Wolffe grabbed you by the arm.
“You are not going anywhere”, and in a second you were back to the place you were standing in front of him, except that this time he was way closer and your heart, for whatever reason, was beating way too fast.
Yes, Commander Wolffe was attractive, no use in denying what was utterly obvious, but he also had a terrible attitude and that was enough reason for you to keep away certain thoughts about him.
Except that well, your brain is kind of fuzzy at this moment (mostly because of the alcohol you had in 79’s) and you may or may not be nervous and hyper-aware of how close and how fuzzy the Force feels now (and whenever he was close).
He stares at you for a moment, and he opens his mouth to say something but then he suddenly frowns more (like that was possible) and gives you a judgmental look.
(Not like you weren’t used to those, but they still hurt, even when they came from him).
Before you can complain about it, his face is getting closer to you (which doesn’t help your heart or your brain) and you try to stay still and be brave and not give a single indication of what is happening inside your head, but then he stops and…sniffs you (?).
It would have been funny in other circumstances; it would have been funny if your brain didn’t make you believe for a second that he was about to kiss you.
(Like that would ever happen, puff).
“Did you just sniff me?”, you whisper, both confused and kind of…offended (?).
“Did you drink at 79’s?”, he asks, instead in a very normal and accusatory tone.
“Uh…”, you answer, and when he gives you a glare you chuckle nervously.
“You know you can’t drink!”
“Yes, yes I know, but in my defense, I’m not drunk, it was only a cup”, he rolls his eyes. “Well, it was a couple of cups, but I still can use the Force, I promise”.
“This is not about if you can use the Force or not. You can’t drink alcohol; you’re a Jedi”.
“I know, I know. But what I was supposed to do? Everyone was drinking and having a good time. Just because I’m a Jedi doesn’t mean I can’t have fun”.
“You certainly can have fun in other ways”.
“Really? Are you offering perhaps?”
And it takes him a second to answer, and when he does, he is kind of red.
Well, you didn’t mean that kind of fun, but you had to admit you wouldn’t say no if he offered himself, willingly.
“That is not what I meant”.
“Well, it certainly sounded like it. I wouldn’t mind though”, he looks away, like he is mortified, before clearing his throat.
“Back to the topic at hand, you can’t get drunk again”.
“Who are you to tell me what or not to do?”, you say, shaking your arm, but he doesn’t let go. “Because last time I checked, I was the second in command and I tell you what to do”.
“We are both Commanders, yes but if you act irresponsibly (which you did), it’s my responsibility to report you to the General”.
“Oh, please, Wolffe, we are on leave until tomorrow. You don’t have anything to report to the General that could get me trouble”, he scoffs, and you can sense some type of amusement from him in the Force.
“Is that a challenge?”
You glare at him, and he glares at you, and the tense silence from before swallows the two of you, but this time is different, this time there is something sweet and warm about the tension.
There has always been something sweet and warm with him, to be honest. He had a unique way to amused you and anger you in equal parts. You made a great team when times called for it, but you also knew how to make fun of each other and annoy each other, and amused each other. You would have called it normal if it wasn’t for the fact that your relationship with the rest of the clones wasn’t like that.
The only person that could reassure you after a terrible battle strategy or could fire you up to give your best in a playful totally “I don’t care attitude” was him.
No one else could do that.
And the fact that you just realized that, made you feel both stupid and drunker than you were before (if that even had any sense).
You’re the first one to look away, blinking and realizing that he was still holding you by your arm.
You start concentrating on the floor while he still looks at you, when a third person appears and if it was any other person, you would have felt indifferent, but it was the General, your Master, Plo Koon.
And the first thing you did was panic.
“Kriffing shit, Plo is coming”, you said, suddenly with an inch between Wolffe and you.
“What?”, he asks, but before you can answer, Plo is clearing his throat.
Wolffe and you stand beside each other stiffer than a lightsaber feeling like the two of you were just caught doing something you shouldn’t.
Technically there was no reason for you to feel that way, but alcohol always had a way to mess with everything and not just the Force or so you wanted to believe.
(Cause if you were honest, you felt soberer than ever before).
“General, sir”, Wolffe and you salute literally at the same time. It would have been weird if the two of you weren’t used to that by now.
“Hello you two”, Plo answers, nodding. “At ease”, but Wolffe and you stay put, stiff. “I encountered Sinker in the hallway, and he told me you two were…uh, talking”.
You chuckle sarcastically or more like in a “Please save me” way. You can also hear Wolffe gulping beside you.
“Is everything alright?”
“Yes sir”, you two say in unison and, for the first time since you got used to it, you are weirded out by how well you sounded together.
You steal a glance at Wolffe to find that he is looking at Plo with an emotionless face.
(Ha, too much for reporting you to the General, ah?)
When you look back at your Master, he is giving you a look that only denotes worry.
“Are you sure that everything is okay?”, and you know that he asks because the Force around the two of you feels a little bit…weird, but you smile at him, trying to act as normal as possible.
“Yes, Master. We were just discussing some things for when we go back to work tomorrow”.
Plo doesn’t look convinced for a second but decides to put the matter to a side.
“Very well. How was your night out then? I hope you remembered well our rules, little one”, and you clench your fist on your back, trying to relax your face muscles at the same time.
“It was a nice evening”, you answer, and you were about to keep talking when you felt Wolffe’s elbow closer than before. You didn’t have time to dwell on it since Plo was looking at you, so you blinked a few times, and kept talking. “The boys had fun and that was nice to see. They are always working and running around, I was glad they could have fun, even if tomorrow we must get back to work again”.
Plo nods.
“Yes, I agree with you, my Padawan. Clones deserve time to rest as any of us. I hope the night out with them was a good learning experience too”, and you swear he smiles, even with his mask on.
“It was sir”, you chuckle again.
“Good, good. Then we should all get to rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day”.
“Rest well, sir”, Wolffe says.
“You too, little ones”, and after a nod as a goodbye, Plo turns around and walks the same way he came.
Once he is out of sight, you sigh, shoulders falling and fists unclenching.
“By the Force that was so close”, but before you can say anything else, Wolffe is grabbing you by the arm again, this time without dragging you close to him.
“I will say this once: don’t ever get drunk again, because I will not hesitate to report you to the General, understood?”, he warns, pointing at you with his index finger while frowning and narrowing his eyes at you.
“I literally outrank you, you kriffing –“.
“I don’t care”, you gasp, not believing the nerve of this idiot. “You need to learn to do things right, just because you're a Jedi doesn't mean you can go all over the place doing whatever you like”.
“Oh please”, you say clicking your tongue annoyed while you shake your arm from his grip. He lets you go this time and after glaring at you, he turns around and starts walking away. “You know, I take back what I said. I would mind having fun with you”.
“Shame then, Commander, ‘cause I wouldn’t mind having that kind of fun with you”, you hear him say and you freeze, gasping at him again, but he doesn’t turn, he simply keeps walking.
“The nerve of this asshole”.
And of course, you failed to notice that he was walking away with a big ass smirk on his face.