Star Wars One Shot

Want salt with that?

"If Spark win's I'll eat my blaster," Said Jer'ik who was watching Spark a female clone medic who never had fun in her life go at a drinking battle with Havoc who well had fun with everything. 

"Are you sure you want to make that gamble?" Asked Tribute as he sat next to him. 

"Yes and I promise I will do it." He said very confident that she won't win. Yet twenty minuets later she won. Proving to every that there are more to medics then they let anyone believe and that no one in their right minds should challenge her. 

"Do you want salt with that?" Saber asked Jer'ik coming out of nowhere with Rocket handing him his blaster and a salt shaker. 

"Where did you two come from?" Asked Jer'ik looking at them.

"Kamino," they both replied. 

"I'm done." He said getting up and leaving. 

Havoc sat up who passed out at the table and said, "Words to day gone tomarrow. Happy new year. I love you man." Then he passed out again. 

"He's loony," Said Saber. 

"We didn't even understand that one." Rocket said as they walked away.

Tribute shook his head and stood up. "Now I see why the others refused to come..." he said as he walked towards the door.