Bad batch one shots

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"spoken speech" 'signed speech'

Being a medical student in one of Coruscant's top universities wasn't all it was made out to be. A good example would be where you went to have a drink. 79's outside of being the clone bar was also a relatively inexpensive method for getting drunk. Especially if one dressed the part and played her cards right around the men there. Though, with how cheap the drinks were, it usually wasn't necessary.

Your lab partner Mina and another lab pair you'd been grouped with for larger things had all become friends. Having learnt to do pathology samples together and most lower risk patient rounds, you'd both become in sync with each other. Even to the point where she'd taught you sign language. Her little sister had a type of deafness that there was no way to fix. You weren't sure why anyone would want to change something so central to who Jane was. She almost seemed happier to you, not having to hear the idiots of the galaxy and having her conversations be a little more private.

Ryan and Dora were usually with you and Mina for most dissections. Handling a dead human body together had certainly bonded you all in a way that you hadn't expected when signing up for medicine. So had learning about tendrils and lekku from cadavers when you were all human. The smell of it all, no matter how well preserved, lead to Ryan and Dora learning sign from you and Mina to make those labs easier.

That was how you'd all come to default to sign when a clone that saw one of you as a conquest was within earshot. Still on the first round, a clone started staring. You were pretty sure it was at Dora but you weren't entirely sure. It didn't really matter to you. You were too busy bitching about professor Roland Sykes. You had expected a class on rare diseases to include conditions it was possible to see and have to diagnose within your lifetime. "But what application is there for knowledge on a photophosphorylative disease specific to parwans?" You argued back against Dora. Even without the fact that arguing probably made her attractive to her admirer, you were also pissed that she was defending a professor that actively sought to waste your time. You couldn't help the exaggerated eye roll you did when Mina gave Dora a heads-up and Dora got all excited in response. 'Boy behind you is coming over in 5.' And like an idiot, Dora didn't stop her head from looking over her shoulder to see if she could work out which guy Mina just told her about. 'Looks more like a man than a boy.' You honestly found it cringe-worthy when they acted like that. A little exhale through your nostrils which was out of both annoyance and amusement caught the attention of the others. You shook your head a little at them. 'Looks like every other man in here.' You kinda wished that you knew a way to describe the guy as generically male and didn't have to side with Dora.

He eventually had the courage to ask Dora for a dance and Mina got off with some other guy. Then it was just you and Ryan. As great as technology was, nothing beat old-fashioned flashcards for impromptu study sessions. Only 4 drinks in, you were fine to study. You only drank a simple cocktail with 3 shots in. Maybe another 2 drinks and you could get into the perfect state for the base of an essay on the differences on mikkian and natoulan tendrils when diagnosing traumatic brain injury. You gave Ryan your cards on infection prevention and treatment on impoverished planets. Ryan gave you his cards on metabolic disease in twi'leks. You both shuffled the cards and got ready to play, still keeping an eye on your respective lab partners. You appreciated your friends greatly, but it made you really realise that you weren't anywhere near as pretty as them. Then there was Ryan, who almost had a fetish for clones but struggled to find one that was openly into guys. Whether it was the toxic lads nature that they had or it was a quirk of the ways their hormones in gestation were manipulated and regulated, you hadn't a clue. No matter how scarce clones that openly like men were, Ryan was like a beacon to them. When one eventually pulled him. It was just you and the drink Ryan had ordered but not had a chance to touch. You downed his drink, and took a deep breath before beginning your essay.