Star Wars oneshots

Unnamed Clone ~ Love at First Dance

*based off of this gif*

You walked into the bar with your men, and immediately Sans shouted for shots. You rolled your eyes at your commander as he ran over to the bar, Hex and Steele close behind. You laughed at your boys, the rest of the 17th wandering around to various corners of 79's.

"You going to be alright, General?" Tie asked as he and Bomber waited by your side. You gave him a smile before nodding your head.

"Go have your fun, boys," you said before watching them hurry over to the bar where Sans was already downing his third shot, Steele cheering him on while joined by Hex (for once). You preferred to get a feel of the night before you had any alcohol. It was better to judge how tipsy you should get before you start, so you know when to call it quits.

As you wandered around, greeting various clones who recognized you, you had a feeling this was going to be a more sober night. Something told you that it would be better to have a clear mind to think with later. Not that there was going to be a threat, but you felt as though an interesting but strange opportunity was going to present itself.

"Care to grab a drink with me?" A bold clone said as he walked over to you. He gave you a once over then raised a brow to you.

"Thanks, but I don't plan on drinking tonight," you replied.

"Alright, it was worth a shot," he shrugged. "Enjoy your night," he said before giving you a smile and walking back over to his brothers. The clones were gentlemen, really. You couldn't believe how some generals, like Pong Krell, didn't have any respect for them. It always struck you how kind they were. They were considerate, always respecting your decisions. Never once had a clone made you feel pressured or guilted into anything. If you rejected them, they always took it with a smile and didn't dwell on it. Well, except Sans of course. Your commander had proclaimed that he would be successful in winning your heart one day and marry you. You always rolled your eyes at this and laughed, though it only seemed to spur him on more.

You looked back out into the bar, and your eyes landed on a clone who looked like he was having the time of his life while dancing. You giggled to yourself, wondering how drunk he had to be. You decided to get up and go find out, slowly making your way over.

At first, you merely sat at the bar he was dancing next to. You wanted to observe him a bit more before actually talking to him. He didn't seem to notice your presence, as he kept on happily dancing.

"Can I get you something to drink?" One if the server droids asked at it came over to you.

"Uh, just a water for now, please," you replied. Unbeknownst to you, the dancing clone had heard the little interaction and it sparked his interest. The droid came back over and handed you your water, which you took a sip of immediately.

You let a little yelp out as you were pulled off your seat. Right after you had placed your glass down, a hand had met yours and pulled you onto the floor, spinning you around. You heard a light chuckle as you steadied yourself, shaking your head at the slight dizziness. When you looked up, the clone who had been dancing was giving you a cheeky smile.

"Sorry, you just looked like you wanted to have some fun," he said as he held out his hand.

"Well, you're not wrong," you laughed as you grabbed it. "What's your name?"

"Name?" He asked. "I...don't have a name. I have a number, it's CT-"

"No," you said, suddenly covering his mouth with your hand, shocking him slightly. "Don't tell me your number. I don't want to know that. You're a human, you deserve a name." You lowered your hand to reveal a smile on his face.