Luxsoka One-Shots

the ball

"Ahsoka, come on! It'll be fun!"

"Oh, I dunno, Padmé. Me? Going to a Senatorial ball? I may have great coordination, but this body just can't dance!"

"So you're telling me, you can command a whole legion of clones and take down hundreds upon hundreds of battle droids, but can't dance?" Padmé teased. "Of all the things I expected from you, Ahsoka."

Ahsoka's lekku flushed a purple color as she made her way over to the Senator's wardrobe. "Look, it's not something the Temple finds necessary to teach."  Letting out a sigh, she glanced at the colorful array of dresses Padmé owned, any of these would be stunning on the gorgeous Senator. "Besides, I hardly think Master would let me go to this. He's not one for 'frivolous activities.'"

"Anakin—I mean General Skywalker is the type of person to hate that kind of stuff. Maybe I can get him to let you go as security, because you're the best security around." Giving a sly wink, Padmé strutted off to her fridge. "Do you want a jogan or a jawa juice smoothie, Soka?"

"Jawa, please. I don't know, Padmé. I'm not sure if I want to go to the stupid thing just for security. Clones seem to do just fine."

Padmé chuckled as she pressed the button and the solid jawa fruit turned into mush. "It's not gonna hurt if you go out and be real teenager for once, Ahsoka. This war has made you not know any sense of what fun is!" she stopped the blender and poured its contents into two glasses.

"But I don't even have anything to wear! I have my combat uniform and boots and that's about it. None of that fancy shmancy glittery attire." Ahsoka massaged her temples; the life of a politician was trivial: all these parties and silken robes and lavish desserts were just too much for her.

"I will have you know, glitter means everything to us females in the Senate, Ahsoka. It's seen as the more outgoing and pizazzy your outfit is, the better. I wore a two-foot circular thing on my head when I was queen, it was seen as normal."

Ahsoka burst out laughing. "You wore that as queen? This is why I stay in my combat clothes. It's so much more practical than that."

Rolling her eyes, Padmé stuck a straw in each of the glasses and placed it on her table. "It's just gonna he for one night! One night to party as a teenager and have fun! Get drunk, get laid, get paid is my motto for being a teen."

"Padmé!" Ahsoka gasped in shock. She didn't know this Nubian had that kind of talk in her; she always was so poised and refined, that nothing of that nature would never come out of her mouth. "I'm not doing any of those."

Giggling, Padmé rested her hand on top of Ahsoka's and smiled. "You know you want to come." she wriggled her eyebrows and grew her smile even bigger. "Besides, you love spending time with your favorite Senator, don't you?"

"Well, I do enjoy hanging out with you." She sipped her fruity drink and smiled. Padmé made the best smoothies.

"I wasn't talking about me, but," Padmé muttered under her breath.

"What was that?"

"Oh, I was just saying let's go talk to Anakin and convince him to let you come with me!"

Ahsoka let out a groan as Padmé dragged her out and down to meet Anakin.

"So why exactly does Snips have to come with you?"

"She's sixteen years old and fighting in a blasted war, Anakin! She needs time to be herself."

He sighed. "Fine. As long I get to go, too. Screw her being 'security,' I'll be your bodyguard and she can go have fun!" He pulled his wife into an embrace and grinned.