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runaways

-how're we feeling guys?
-hope 2021 can treat us all better 

'𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗺𝗲...'𝗖𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗱𝗼, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂.'
-𝗥𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝘂, 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘄 𝗠𝗼𝗹𝗲

itting in the back seat of a taxi should have been a treat after sprinting like a track star through the city. It should have been a relief to finally rest their achy legs and catch their breath, yet...(Y/n)'s anxiety peaked. She hated sitting still in one place because it meant the one thing she wanted to avoid: being a sitting duck. As the cab zoomed through the street, (Y/n) kept her gaze focused on the brightly coloured lights. 

"Didn't know clones could have girlfriends." he said with a friendly chuckle. (Y/n) pulled her cloak further over her face with a wry frown as Fives offered a grumpy scowl in reply. "She's not my girlfriend." 

"That what's gotten you down?" 

(Y/n) and Fives shared an unamused side-glance. "No." There was a bad taste in Fives's mouth. "Can't you just drive?" 

"Sure." There was a playful smile on the driver's lips. "Whatever you say." 
The taxi pulled up to 79's without problem. From where (Y/n) sat, she already felt the vibrations of the music and energy rippling through the bar. There were many people she knew in there, some of which she didn't want to see at the moment. Fives was the first to exit the taxi. He would have paid if he could, but he didn't have credits because clones didn't get paid. (Y/n) dug through her pockets and produced the few credits Shaak gave to her for her previous mission. 

"No tip?" the driver inquired. (Y/n) offered an apologetic smile. "Apologies sir. I'm kind of broke." She climbed out of the back seat and onto the streets. She shared a short glance with Fives, who almost smiled before his gaze flickered over to 79's entrance. Clones mingled with the occasional twi'lek under the dim lighting of the bar. Some drank to their legions, giving hearty laughs and hoping for a better future. It was a Monday, so of course the bar was packed with clones drinking their sorrows away. "You don't have to go inside if you don't want to." said Fives, eyes all tender and soft. "I know you don't like crowded places." 

(Y/n) frowned. "Will you be alright? You said Nala Se drugged y--" Fives tried for a grin wile rubbing at his temples. "I know, but I'll be fine. I just need to find Kix." (Y/n) nodded in understanding and Fives was quick to disappear into the rowdy bar, leaving (Y/n) on the streets. She quietly leaned against the wall, sluggishly folding her arms over her chest. 

"What are you doing here?" 

The stern voice made (Y/n) jump five feet in the air. Her gaze snapped up to the tall clone and she could have sworn a chuckle came from his lips. His cybernetic eye seemed to stare into her soul as a short sigh escaped her lips. Oh, great, she thought. "I don't know you." Wolffe rolled his eyes like the sassy man he was. 
"Cut the act. I'd recognise that shirt anywhere." (Y/n) stared at her dark blue shirt, where the classic Mandalorian hexagonal design in silver sat. (Y/n) huffed. "I didn't think I'd ever see you at a bar." 

"The boys' idea, not mine. And you know General Plo, he told me it would be 'good to loosen up a bit'." He took a sip of his drink and settled on the vacant spot against the wall. "You don't sound good. Sick?"