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You are out with your coworker, your homie, your work spouse, your overall bestie, Tai, to celebrate the project's conclusion. You both are getting shit-faced, laughing, making fun of your boss, flirting with anyone in sight and each other, and just having a blast. You nerds still discuss and joke about the project you're so proud of and spend so much time on. All the inside jokes keep spilling. You both are having too much fun. Your gaze shifts to a bunch of hazy white and blues, and you remember it's the infamous clone bar.
"Tai, look, imma hit one of them tonight," you loudly tell Tai, shifting and falling off your stool. Tai bursts out laughing, and you're laughing on the floor. Tai helps you get up from the floor where you just ate shit, laughing uncontrollably. Tai screams, "Yooo, look at that Twi' over there."
"You're a Twi', Tai."
There's a split second of silence between you both before you burst out laughing at the sound of that, "No, check them out," Tai points loudly.
"Go get 'em," you shout. You both, drunk idiots, laugh and push each other to shoot your shots knowing that even if you get rejected, you still got the greatest success you could ever imagine in your professional life. The past few conclusive weeks have been quite stressful, and now both of you were ready to let loose and just have fun.
Tai walks towards the Twi'lek, and you head to a group of 501st troopers who seem to be celebrating something. It is like a group of four-five guys. You push one of them aside to join in, "hey boys, enjoying your time here?" Where is this confidence coming from?
"Mhmm, are you?" Fives replied cheekily.
You look at him and then the others, and your eyes are fixed on the blond one, "Got a name, blondie?" You're practically shouting over the loud ambience of the 79s.
Bondie looks at everyone confused, "uh...Rex."
"Sex?" Your eyes widen, and laughter bubbles up, "that's your name, or are you just being forward?"
"Rex, it's REX!"
"Oh, Rex."
The boys of the five-oh-first have lost their shit. Fives and Tup are on the floor, Jesse has turned away to hide his laughter, and Kix's hand is on Jesse's shoulder for support before he falls laughing.
"Okay, Rex, can I buy you a drink?"
"Uhh..." Rex's eyes are confused, but he's clearly trying to hide his smile.
Fives gets up from the floor and pushes Rex towards your direction. Let the Captain have some fun. Rex looks at his brothers, pointing his eyes at you, who are now walking in front with your hand out behind you, gesturing to call him over or for him to hold it, whatever. Rex gives a what the kriff look to his brothers, laughingly.
"Enjoy, Captain," one of them shouts.
You both sit on the stool, the same one from which you fell earlier, no one needs to know. You give your order to the bartender, who passes you the drinks. You hand one to Rex.
"What are you boys celebrating?" You ask Rex.
"Another victory over the separatists." He says proudly as you sip your drink, shaking your head. You are feeling so nervous yet confident yet chaotic.
"Oh, nice. Who's your Jedi?"
It was such a weird way the question was worded. Who's your Jedi? As if he owned his Jedi, which is the opposite of the fact that the clones were literally the property of the Republic. "Jedi General Anakin Skywalker."
"Ohh posta boi!" What was this accent? You both laughed.
"That was pretty smooth of you, you know," Rex says jokingly, "do you just go around and pick up random people off the streets?"
Your mouth fell open. How rude, but today was so good that nothing seems offensive, "No, actually," you chuckle. He takes a sip of his drink, "you see my friend over there" and as you're pointing to Tai you can see they're being rejected, "nevermind, we were just celebrating the conclusion of our project when I saw your pretty face, I just had to approach." Was that blush on Rex's face? "Because there is literally nothing to lose!" You relax on your stool but still so much excitement in you. "Have you ever had such a great victory that you feel invincible and on top of the world? Even if you rejected me, I'd still feel like a winner tonight. Aaa, am I talking too much?"
Rex chuckled, and he was in your space; your breath hitched. "Wanna get out of here?" He whispered in your ear, sending shivers down your side, "'cause I feel like a winner tonight too."
You woke up the following day, head pounding. You find your robe, walk yourself out to make some caf and "why are you still here?" You say to Rex, a little worried by the stranger in your house with whom you had a mad time last night.
"Sorry, just woke up," Rex claimed, clearly a lie because he was in his armour, "made you some caf" he pushed a mug towards your direction.
"GO!"
"I'm sorry, yes, I'm going," he tucked his helmet under his arm, "I just wanna say last night was wild, and you were great. There was so much ecstasy and pleasure, and you wouldn't stop making Jedi jokes, which by the way, was really cute."
Kriff. You thought to yourself. "Wha-what did I say?"
"Shit like 'why did the angry Jedi cross the road?... To get to the dark side' and 'what is a Jedi's favourite toy?... a yo-yoda' and.."
"Aaablablablah, stop, I don't need to know," you are so embarrassed, "you need to go," you order him.
He is at the door, you right behind him.
"Can I," he says, "can I have your name?"
You roll your eyes and then smile. You're so embarrassed still, "boi bye," you say as you shut the door on his face.
Maker! You curse to yourself. You walk towards the kitchen, where you find some digits scribbled on your small whiteboard with a 'comm me maybe' written underneath. Damn that blondie, you smile to yourself as you remember the great time you had with him.
The following evening Rex received a message simply reading, 'what do you call four Sith piled on top of a lightsaber?... A sith-kabab.
-Lou.'
"Lou, huh," Rex smiles as he says your name.
And that's how your friendship started off with Rex.
(To be continued...)