Star Wars Imagines/Preferences

What Type Of Machinery Crap Is This?! |Luke|

•L U K E•

Luke's uncle had bought a droid to help out around the house, but it malfunctioned, so you and Luke set out to find the parts to fix it, though your search hadn't been very successful.

"Luke, we've been searching for hours now. Let's just go back and tell your uncle we can't find anything." You whined.

"I'd love to Y/N, but he'll just send us back out again. We might as well keep looking." Luke sighed.

"Well I'm not having this crap. The only way we'd be able to find a new brain that actually fits that droid, is if we made a deal with a Hutt and I'm not planning to have a death wish on my family." You say, crossing your arms.

Luke chuckled. "What if we take a break at the Mos Eisley Cantina? Will that be better for you?"

"You mean that bar full of low life's, pervs, and whores? No thanks."

Luke shook his head. "You are so difficult. Well then what do you want to do?"

"Tell your uncle that making us search for The Lost Part of the Impossible Droid is straight up wrong." You say.

"C'mon." He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the cantina. "You need a drink." He said, as he dragged you into the Cantina.

The sound of live music filled your ears and was then followed by glasses smashing, and loud talking. You frowned.

"Luke." You warned.

Luke ignored you pulled towards the bar. "She needs something strong." He told the bartender, giving him a few credits.

The bartender nodded and started making the drink. "Luke, I really don't like it in here." You said, nervously looking at a man across the cantina giving you an evil eye.

"Relax Y/N, we can leave as soon as you finish your drink and I promise you we can leave then." He said, kissing your forehead.

You smiled, feeling a bit better. "Okay hick." You say, giggling.

"Here you go." The bartender said handing you the drink.

You stared at it nervously. Luke's hand found yours and squeezed it. "Want me to taste test for poison?" He asked.

You smiled. "No, I got this." You say, grabbing the cup. "Bottoms up." You say, hesitantly tipping the cup.

You shivered as the cool alcohol trickled down you throat. You winced as you felt the small burn in the back of your throat.

Luke smiled. "That's my girl, we can leave now." He said, taking your hand and back into the market place.

You went back home, completely forgetting about the droid part.