Always (Crosshair x Jedi Reader)

Part 7

(Y/N) wondered the lower streets of Coruscant, no place in mind, she just continued to walk until she felt a place was right to enter. She allowed the force to guide her, to the place she needed to be. Yet she found herself almost confused, she had walked for what seemed like hours, and the force had lead her to 79's, not that she was complaining, she loved talking and hanging out with the clones, they were far friendlier and more accepting that her Jedi brethren. Plus it had been a while since she had been to the club in question. The last time she had found herself there, she had made a few memories. Namely Hardcase and Fives doing daft things while in a drunken state. Not to mention the game of Helmet Switch-A-Roo. Jesse had ended up with Kix's helmet much like Dogma and Tup had switched. Even Fives, Echo, Hardcase and Rex had, although the Captain was far more sober than his brothers.

Upon entering the club, she was met with the normal bar tender, it was quieter than normal. No doubt business hadn't picked up yet. The bar tender offering the normal sign of respect to the Jedi who entered. A small respectful nod to acknowledge them. (Y/N) knew the normal clones she had friendships with, wouldn't be there. Both the 501st and 212th were deployed on the battlefield. God only knows what they were facing this time. The young Jedi soon found herself in a quiet shadowy corner of the club, the booth almost perfect for her. Just like always she wanted to go unnoticed, she wanted to find out why the force had lead her there. Was it telling her, she needed to relax and let loose a little? Was it saying she needed to focus on herself for once rather than the ongoing war. Or was it trying to tell her something else entirely. She didn't know, but she knew eventually she would find out.

As promised Wrecker practically dragged his brothers from the Military base they were set to stay at. Ignoring the complaining of being tired or anything else they could throw at him. The far taller and older of the four had stated it was their chance to let loose, to enjoy a well deserved rest and have fun. Even stating it was a chance for Crosshair and Hunter to show off their newly required ink. Tech had made a comment regarding Crosshair meeting a certain someone at the club, something that went unnoticed by Wrecker but earns a small chuckle from Hunter and a glare from Crosshair whom had been teased about the attraction he found himself with. Even when he had told himself many times nothing would come of it, nothing had worked. He still found himself almost pining for the Jedi General. His mind had yelled at him it was forbidden for both of them but his heart hadn't given up on the crusade to have her as his own.

Maybe you'll find someone else to settle with for the night. Crosshair told himself as he walked with his brothers. The four often getting looks from those they passed. They were noticeable different from the regs everyone could see it. Yet Crosshair, Hunter and Tech felt somewhat uncomfortable by the judgmental looks, as if those they fought to protect wasn't surprised by them even wearing armor or were clones. The four continued on with the conversation, each adding their own input to it in their own way. Wrecker being loud about it, where as Tech added his wealth of knowledge, Hunter just kind of went with it as Crosshair added a comment in the normal tone he used around them. The one only they understood the meaning off.

Upon entering the club, they noticed it wasn't just a clone club as they'd somehow believed but one for civvies too. A few patrons had taken to the brightly lit dance floor, some closer than they should probably be. Clones were drinking, yelling and doing incredibly daft things they would likely regret the following day. The colors on their armor making it easier to distinguish which battalion they were from. The four thankfully going unnoticed by the rowdy gatherings. They made their way over to the bar, each ordering a drink while trying to find somewhere to sit, that was away from the bar, although they knew it would be difficult, the club was popular, probably one of the most popular on Coruscant.

It wasn't long before the four brothers had split up. Hunter having taken to the dance floor with a beautiful all be it scandalously dressed Twi'lek. The two could been seen passionately kissing on several occasions, although continuing to dance with every change of song. Wrecker had pursued several ladies, although somehow insulted several of them, resulting in a drink being thrown at him more than once and a near brawl when another reg come to the defense of the woman he was attempting to flirt with. Tech on the other hand, had found his own little cult following, several ladies gathering around him, clearly finding his intelligence a welcome change to the normal drunk men to be around. Crosshair on the other hand, stayed near the bar, rolling his eyes with every fail Wrecker had, offering advice every now again. Although the silver haired sharp shooter ignored those who paid him attention, he only wanted said attention from one person, all others he would happily redirect to his brothers. Who'd be more than happy to settle their obvious needs.