Cicatrix

Intoxicated Encounter

You cringe and shake your head as you watch Wrecker effortlessly pick up two Togruta women and hold them against his sides. They dizzily laugh, their small hands clinging to his biceps as he marches them to the dance floor.

You're pretty sure you smell like the lower-level sewers from chasing a war criminal early today. You showered twice and bought some cheap perfume to try and cover it, but you doubt it's doing anything from the side eyes you keep getting. Though the mission was utterly revolting, being sent to Coruscant for a quick recon mission has its perks.

Like getting to make a stop at 79's.

You had decided early on that you were going to get buzzed at most. Tech was quick to claim to be the sober one and you have no intentions of dealing with a hangover tomorrow morning, so you've decided to drink enough to get a fuzzy feeling.

Besides, you don't need to get hammered to have a good time. You're having plenty of fun just observing the boys letting loose and relaxing with a couple of well-deserved drinks.

Even if they're totally embarrassing themselves, like Echo currently is, in a shots challenge he started with a reg from an old squad he grew up competing with on Kamino.

Which has gathered a fairly large crowd. Tech is right beside him, recording everything no doubt for tomorrow's hangover recount. Meanwhile, Crosshair is leaning on the back of Echo's chair, whispering slyly in his ear as the competition takes his third shot.

Both of them are offering Echo some much-needed moral support, obviously.

"Can I buy you another round, doll?"

You glance over your shoulder. "Ah, no. I'm good." You politely smile at the stranger. Other than the red, complicated tattoo crossing over the bridge of his nose, he looks like most clones. His dark hair is a little longer than the typical military style you've become familiar with, but it's nowhere near the length of Hunter's.

He sways forward, letting you see just how full of alcohol he is. A relaxed, loopy grin settles on his sweet face as he practically falls onto the counter space next to you. "Come on, honey. You look like you could use another."

You shake your head at his request with a soft smile.

"Why not?" He asks with an almost comical pout. "Aren't you having a good time?"

You chuckle. "I am." You say before taking a sip of your drink. "I just really wouldn't recommend buying me a drink."

"What?" He asks, his face somehow contorting into another exaggerated expression, only this time confusion. You refrain from laughing again, not wanting to accidentally upset him in his inebriated state. "Why?"

You point towards the large crowd and his gaze follows. You witness Echo successfully toss back another shot, getting a large slap of approval on the shoulder from Crosshair and a half-smirk from Tech. Based on the number of glasses stacked on the table, you've got a feeling that you're going to be doing a lot of babysitting tonight.

Not that you really mind.

"You've got a boyfriend, huh?" He gains your attention back. You shrug in response. He then uncoordinatedly rests an arm on the back of your chair, leaning a little too close to you for your comfort. "Which one is he, sweetheart?" He gestures at the scene in front of you.

You scoot slightly on your chair away from him, wanting to put some space between you. Normally, you're pretty vocal about getting them to back up, but since he seems absolutely wasted, you decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and just create your own space.