Luke and Leia - Twins [1]

8: A Night in the Town

Warning: Some adult context hinted at and some violence. This is a dark chapter.

"Are you sure about this?"

"For the last time, yes! Come on, it's not that big of a deal."

"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's just weird walking into a bar at seventeen. We're way too young to be drinking."

"Well, we're not here to drink. We're here to meet friends, and Biggs is old enough to drink so he wants to meet at the bar. Big deal."

Luke relented and sighed, walking into the bar at Mos Eisley behind Leia. "I still don't like this."

Leia smirked. "I know."

The twins walked into the bar and grabbed a table in the corner, and Leia elbowed Luke in the sides. "You're practically screaming uncomfortable and underage. Loosen up already; no one's gonna mess with us if we don't bother them." She soothed.

Luke grunted. "Sometimes people mess with you just because you're easy to mess with. I should know."

He turned to Leia, raising a brow. "Besides, how do you know all of this?"

Leia just sighed. "We've been here before, remember? But unlike you I actually know how to lay low and keep my head down in order to not be provoked. You look too innocent with your blonde hair and blue eyes."

Luke cast her a skeptical glance. "Really? Because you don't exactly look older either. In fact, you're probably more noticeable than I am, if you know what I mean."

His sister made a face. "Yeah, I know what you mean."

"Hey, guys!" Biggs walked up, and sat down, beaming. "Leia, how's that head?"

"It's fine. I got released maybe an hour after we got rescued. Besides, I don't think headaches last for an entire week." Leia replied. "You want something from the bar?"

Luke gave her a patronizing glance. "Leia."

Biggs chuckled. "No thanks, and I don't think you need one either."

"Oh, calm down! I wasn't planning on getting anything alcoholic! I meant like a hot caf or chocolate or something. Goodness, you guys automatically think the worst of me!" Leia exclaimed, her glare shifting from Luke to Biggs.

"Oh. Well in that case I'll have a caf." Biggs grinned and handed Leia a credit, and Leia rolled her eyes and took it. Luke paused her for a minute before she left, telling her he should go with her.

"Come on, Leia. The bar is the rowdiest place of all, and I want to make sure no punk tries to mess with you or anything like that." He reasoned. "Besides, whether you want me to or not I'm coming with you because I want a caf too." He smirked and Leia sighed, gesturing him to follow her.

"You're so overprotective."

"I'm not overprotective, I just want a caf!"

"And that's the only reason you're coming along?"

"Well...mostly."

Leia chuckled. "You're impossible."

Luke reached the bar, and Leia handed him the credit along with her own. He ordered two cafs and a cocoa for Leia. As the two made their way back to their seats Luke saw two people enter through the door that made his heart stop.

"Oh no." He whispered, and before Leia could turn around to ask him what was wrong he pushed her forward, walking quickly to their seats before almost shoving her into hers.