One-Shots (requests open)

Jesse - Friends

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You walked alongside Fives, finally seeing the neon signs of 79's enter your sight. You didn't want to go out drinking, but Fives insisted you go. He practically dragged you along at this point. The only way he was able to even slightly convince you was by buying you a beautiful, expensive dress with a pair of stiletto's to go with it. The dress was a navy blue cocktail dress that was covered in sequins. It was on the shorter side, about mid-thigh length. Leave it up to Fives to buy you a revealing dress.

Fives was your best friend. Once he was promoted to ARC trooper, he went with you and the 104th on one special assignment and since then, you both have been closer than ever. Tonight marked your "one year anniversary" of being friends, and he wanted to celebrate at 79's.

You had been walking at Fives' fast pace for a while now, your feet in pain from keeping up at such a pace. The stiletto's he picked out were black and laced around your ankles about two or three times. He had good taste, although it wasn't really your thing. Of course, an occasional drink or two was fine, but to go out and party for the evening was not your cup of tea whatsoever. You tried suggesting staying in for the night and ordering food, but he complained how you tend to do that a lot.

"Fives, why did you want to bring me? Why not someone else," you complained, slowing your pace as you finally reached the front of the building. Clones were both inside and outside, dancing and drinking to the blaring music.

"Because you need a drink, (y/n). You have been working your ass off too much lately. Tonight, you're going to take a break from the Jedi shit and loosen up for once in your life," Fives explained.

"I appreciate you looking out for me, Fives. But I would much rather be doing 'Jedi shit' instead of being here," you crossed your arms and stopped walking. Fives noticed, halting his quick pace and turning to face you.

"Please. Just tonight. You can meet some more men of the 501st instead of always having to deal with the 104th. Clearly, Wolffe's attitude chose to rub off on you," Fives mentioned. You were sure he knew what he was saying because that alone was enough to get you fired up.

"Don't even go there," you stated, walking past Fives to get inside first.

"That's the spirit," Fives smiled, happy to finally get you in at least a bit of a better mood. The music that was already blaring outside the bar had just doubled in sound as you opened the doors. Fives was now close behind you, almost body to body as he continued to push you through the crowd to the bar where a few other troopers were sitting. They were both dressed up in evening attire instead of being in their armor.

"Hey, guys!" Fives shouted over the music. Two heads turned your way at the sound of Fives's booming voice. One of the men had a blue line tattooed above and below his right eye, and the other one had a large tattoo of the Galactic Republic symbol across his face and atop his head.

"Hey, Fives! It's about time you finally showed up," the one with the blue line mentioned. He seemed to be a lot more hyperactive than any clone you've seen. It was easy to tell by the way he talked. Somehow, it was just different from the other clones. Maybe it was just constantly dealing with Wolffe, who was the exact opposite of hyperactive. You had no idea.

"It took a lot of convincing to get (y/n) to come," Fives jokingly rolled his eyes and you just shook your head.

"Well, you look fantastic tonight," the man with the blue stripe complimented.

"Thank you, um..." you awaited his name.

"Ah! Come on, Fives!" He shook his head at my best friend, soon holding his hand out in front of him. "I'm Hardcase. This here is Jesse. I see Fives must not have told you our names."