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The girl could drink. Wolffe would turn his head away for a second and somehow half of her drink was gone. The alcohol didn't seem to affect her that much, though her staying quiet and observing the others didn't give much away. Her eyes would occasionally flicker across the men. Usually she judged their combat abilities. As it seemed, currently the only combat was casual friendly fire. Nothing outside of drilling she'd already made them perform under her command. She didn't seem to sway from what Wolffe could see and she seemed alert enough. He thought that the drink she had was likely not that alcoholic. She'd offered a few of the boys a taste and they'd said it was painfully sweet. Well, apart from Sinker that had to be cut off before he drank her entire cocktail. He'd been relieved when she'd turned down both offers to dance. Both Boost, who'd wanted to take full advantage of the opportunity and Wildfire who'd known nothing of what would excite her. It made it much easier to keep her out of trouble. He could've been relieving himself of a bit of the stress that the last excursion had caused. Instead of blowing off steam, he was babysitting for the General. As much as it was an honour that his general trusted him, it was also annoying. Possibly more annoying than being the babysitter of the General's padawan, were his brothers. At this point, he'd normally already have broken off from the group. He had no idea how her watching the others do exactly as they did for the past week was helping her get to know them better. "Your turn, Commander." Warthog chuckled as Boost finally beat Comet in an arm wrestle. Wolffe noticed Ryn's eyes move to him. He realised that she didn't understand that she was who was being referred to. The mistake likely came from the ARF troopers having a separate comm channel in a mixed assault so Warthog and Corvis hadn't experienced her correcting the boys when they slipped up. The poor girl didn't understand why the boys all looked at her. They were waiting for her to correct their brother. Her head innocently tilted to the side a little and Wolffe quickly realised that she was actually drunk. That he'd made a mistake in thinking she couldn't get drunk off of her slightly alcoholic fruit juice. "You got nothing to say, Commander?" Boost said teasingly at the girl. The emphasis on the word 'commander' made it obvious that he was challenging her. That he was pushing the boundary set. Wolffe, the actual commander of these men, couldn't let it slide. He'd promised the General to keep an eye out for her and he could see his men were about to eat the poor thing alive. "Right, play's over boys."

As floaty as she felt, there was something deeply grounding about his voice. His voice was so deep and he was truly something. Exactly how she'd imagined her future partner if she'd stayed on Cathar. Dark. Grumpy. Feral. Fuckable. If she hadn't been a Jedi, the things she'd let that man do to her. Instead of grabbing him and putting her lips against him, she settled for grabbing her drink and holding it against her lips. She drank the rest of the fruity concoction quicker than she ought to've but the more that got in her system, the less she cared about how drunk she was getting. Maybe part of her was hoping she'd get drunk enough to forget the order and the restrictions it put on her life. Maybe she wanted to make sure Sinker wouldn't drink it when she went to the refresher. Whatever it was, it was a bad decision to add even more alcohol on top of what she'd already had. Though, she was sure she would've wobbled just as much whether she downed the last bit or not. In the moment, she tried to convince herself that she looked completely sober. She very obviously did not. She felt it would be weird to announce to the table of men that she needed to go pee so she didn't, yet that made them question it even more. Her missteps did nothing to assist her subtlety or lack thereof. A trip on her right and her inability to support herself for a moment on her left did nothing to help. Even she, a creature cut from the Force, an adult Jedi unable to fully surrender herself to the Force, was still a Jedi. Jedi weren't clumsy. Neither were cathar. But it didn't matter that she had the nature of both a Jedi and a cathar within her, in that moment she was as uncoordinated as a drunk human that wasn't force-sensitive. She had only managed to take two steps before she felt warmth against her. She wanted to moan from it cause she knew exactly who it was. She figured that she'd behave for now. There would be plenty of time to misbehave later. To get put in her place by him and those hands of his. The hand that held her waist was there to keep her propped up but between the contact of that and it pulling her into the solid plastoid on Wolffe's side, she was ready to bend over for him there. The perverted thoughts in her head ran wild. They were feral, but somehow not as feral as she imagined them actually fucking would be. As a Jedi, she was to push past selfish desire and want but as a woman, she wanted him. "Where do you think you're off to, lightweight?" The vibration of his voice through her body was thrilling. She wanted that voice to ask her if she thought she had permission to cum.