A/N: Sorry, it's been forever since I uploaded. I just wasn't entirely sure what to write for this chapter for a while.  I decided to just write it all out and fix it up afterwards and I'm pretty happy with how it turned out. 

Some warnings for this chapter. Alcohol consumption and drunkenness (please consume alcohol responsibly), some swearing, and a dude being a creep for bit. No major violence or anything. There's some angst here to but it's got some fluff to balance stuff out. Enjoy!

You gazed at the city lights of Coruscant as the Marauder made its way through the atmosphere. The sun was slowly setting, turning the sky into warm hues of orange and pink. The Jedi Temple came into view and Tech steered the ship into the hangar. You felt yourself lean slightly as the ship slowed before landing amongst the bustling troops.

"Do we have to go on leave?" Wrecker complained as he stood. "We just got out of it, didn't we?"

"Medical leave doesn't count, Wrecker." Tech said as he began to shut down all of the ship's systems. You gave the large man a look.

"You guys have been working non-stop since I joined." You said. "Don't you want to take the load off every now and then?" Wrecker grunted, crossing his arms.

"They don't let me blow anything up when we're on leave." He snorted. "No bustin' up droids, no thrill, no action." Crosshair slipped a toothpick between his teeth as he got to his feet.

"I'm sure you'll survive a few days without destroying something, Wrecker." He sighed. Hunter rolled his shoulder before giving Wrecker a pat on the back.

"It's only for a week." He assured him. "Besides, I think we've all earned a couple drinks tonight." Wrecker seemed to perk up at this as they all stepped out of the door and down the ramp. You smiled as Wrecker gave Crosshair a shove.

"That's true. Don't think I forgot about that bet, Crosshair!" Wrecker laughed. The sniper scoffed.

"Are you sure you want to go through with it? It'll be the easiest fifty credits you'll ever lose." He said. You raised your eyebrow and glanced at Hunter. He caught your eye and nodded toward his squad mates.

"Before you joined, Wrecker bet Crosshair that he could down more spotchka than him next time we were on leave. Crosshair took him up on it." Hunter explained and Crosshair waved him off.

"Of course I did. Wrecker has the alcohol tolerance of an old Bantha." The sniper said and Wrecker gave him another shove.

"Yeah? We'll see!" He laughed. You heard a sigh behind you and glanced back at Tech. He was glaring at his brothers wearily.

"Regardless of who wins this bet, I'm going to be stuck dealing with you two." He complained. "At least try to pace yourselves."

"Why can't Hunter help?" You questioned as you all left the hangar. The Sergeant chuckled.

"The bar's loud and the smell of alcohol gets to me. Whether I drink too much or not, I'm hardly in a state to look after these idiots when we get back." He said. You frowned at this. Now that you thought about it, bars could be overwhelming for people with normal senses, much less Hunter's enhanced ones.

"We'll be fine." Wrecker assured Tech who gave him a doubtful look. Finally, the group reached their room. Hunter stopped at the door and turned to face you.

"If you don't have any plans tonight, you're welcome to join us." He offered. You were a bit caught off guard by this as Wrecker's eyes gleamed.

"Yeah, you should come along!" He said. You blushed shyly.

"I don't know, guys." You responded. "I don't drink very much."

"So what?" Wrecker continued. "It'll be fun just having you with us." You gave him a smile. Perhaps it would be nice to spend a night out with them. Besides, Tech might need help wrangling his drunk brothers in, especially Wrecker.

"I guess it can't hurt." You said. Wrecker pumped his fist with a whoop and Hunter gave you a nod.

"You want to meet us there?" The Sergeant asked. You nodded. It would be nice to change out of your medical uniform and you should probably get a bite to eat in case you decide to get a drink. "Alright, the bar is called '79's.' We're heading out at nine o'clock tonight. Comm us when you're on your way."

"You should wear something warm tonight." Tech added. "The temperature is supposed to drop significantly. This part of Coruscant is currently entering a cold front that should last the duration of our leave. According to weather reports, it's being caused by-"

"Yeah, yeah." Wrecker groaned as he opened the door to their room and shoved Tech inside. His brothers walked in after him.

"We'll see you there." Hunter said as he walked past you. You acknowledged him with a nod before the door shut behind him. With that, you made your way through the halls of the barracks, greeting the troops you walked past. It was mostly the Coruscant Guard since almost all of the other battalions were currently deployed. Finally, you stepped out of the large doors of the Temple and you were immediately met with a cool, crisp, breeze.

The setting sun gleamed on the towering skyscrapers that made the skyline as the sound of speeders and ships filled the air. Before long, you caught a cab to your apartment, a decent-sized complex on the surface level of Coruscant. You thanked the driver and walked into the building. You reached your room, placing your ID card on the sensor, and the door slid open to allow you inside. Setting your bag down, you took a moment to breathe. For the first time in a couple months, you had some time to yourself. Away from the cries of the wounded and the sound of blaster fire. Yet it felt a bit empty without the hearty company of the clones. Brushing that off for now, you made quick work of ordering something to eat, changing into some civvies, and putting something on to watch.

Time passed quickly as the sun slipped beneath the horizon. Before you knew it, the clock reached nine and you commed the others, letting them know you were on your way, before stepping out of your room and hailing a cab in front of your apartment. You shivered a little in the cold. Tech wasn't kidding when he said the temperature would drop. The cab slowed to a stop and the window rolled down.

"Where are we headed?" The driver, an older Togruta man, asked.

"A bar called 79's." You replied as you slid into the back of the speeder.

"The clone bar, eh?" He said as he started on the way there. This made you quirk a brow. Many clones talked about frequenting the place throughout your work in the 501st, but you've never heard it referred to it as a 'clone bar.' When the cab pulled up, however, it was immediately clear why it had acquired the nickname. The vast majority of the people there were Republic troops, still wearing their armor. Before the door even opened, you could hear the loud music from the bar.

"Here we are." The driver said as the door opened.

"Thank you." You replied as you handed him some credits and stepped into the bright fluorescent lights. You searched the crowd of identical faces until your eyes landed on the familiar form of Clone Force 99. They weren't far from the front door, engaged in conversation, when Tech looked up and took notice of you, raising a hand. You cut through the sea of people, some laughing and others swaying, until you were at their side.

"Hey, right on time!" Wrecker commented as soon as you approached them. He paused to look at your outfit. "It's a bit weird to see you in civvies. I-I mean, not that you look bad, or anything, it's just that... well-" Hunter shook his head as Crosshair put a hand on Wrecker's shoulder.

"A bit early in the night to be making a fool of yourself, isn't it?" Crosshair teased. You simply gave the large man an understanding smile as Tech examined the clock built into his armor.

"If we are to stay on schedule, we better head inside." He said and Wrecker gave him a look.

"Schedule? While we're on leave?"

"All because we're not on duty at the moment, doesn't mean we can abandon basic time management. If we are to get optimal rest, it is vital that we stick to a consistent program."

"You worry too much!" Wrecker laughed, giving Tech a playful shove as Hunter led the way to the bar. The doors slid open and music immediately pounded against your ears, the deep bass vibrating through you.

"First round's on me, boys." Hunter offered. Wrecker laughed, flashing Crosshair a wide grin.

"Last chance to back down!" He said and the sniper sneered.

"Don't count on it." He replied as they made their way to the counter. If the loud music and bright lights bothered Hunter, he didn't show it as you all approached the bartender. You sat between Tech and Hunter as they ordered their own drinks.

"My money's on Crosshair." Hunter muttered to you as you placed your order. You looked at the two of them. Wrecker was going on about what he would do with the credits when he won while Crosshair leaned backwards against the counter, bearing only a smug grin in response. They both seemed pretty confident.

"Wrecker's a bigger guy." You said. "It'll take more alcohol to really get to him."

"Crosshair's a sniper. He knows how to keep a level head, no matter what. He drinks more too so he's got a better tolerance." Hunter replied. You eyed them once again. The bartender set down a couple shots of spotchka in front of them. They picked up the glasses and, with a light toast, downed the glowing blue liquid without even flinching.

"It looks like anyone's game to me." You commented.

"I'll bet you twenty credits on Crosshair." Hunter said. You scoffed. Hunter had an unfair advantage, having known these two for a lot longer than you have, but you decided you may as well humor him.

"I'll take you up on it." You agreed as the bartender handed you all of your drinks.

"Well, get comfortable. Neither of them are breaking any time soon." Tech said as he sipped his beverage. This held true. A few rounds in, and both of them weren't affected in the slightest. You finished the last of your drink, placed an order for a second, and stood.

"I'm going to head to the refresher. I'll just be a second." You said. Hunter nodded and you made your way across the bar to where the bathrooms were. Before long, you stepped back out into the club and started back toward your group when someone stepped in front of you, making you stop abruptly. You glanced up to see a young man looking at you.

"Haven't seen you around here before." He said. "What's your name?"

"I'm just here with friends." You told him. He shrugged.

"Me too. But the bar's a good place to meet people, eh? How about I buy you a drink?"

"I appreciate the offer, but no thank you." You told him, giving him a friendly smile.

"Well, how about a dance?" He pressed and you held a hand up.

"I really should get back to my friends." He raised an eyebrow.

"C'mon. A few minutes wouldn't hurt." He said taking a step toward you. You leaned away.

"I'm not interested." You stated. He furrowed his brow.

"Why not give me a chance?" He replied.

"Look, I have to go." You attempted to walk away when he snagged your wrist.

"Hey, I'm talking to you." He said. You tried to pull your arm free, fear spiking in your chest.

"I said 'no.'" You shot back.

"You really can't spare me a few seconds?" He raised his voice and tightened his grip. You were about to demand for him to release you when another figure stepped between you two, shoving the man away harshly. You stepped back, instantly recognizing Hunter as he positioned you beside him. His eyes were blazing as he scowled at the man.

"She said she wasn't interested. Back off." He said, his voice smoking with anger. The man frowned.

"This doesn't have anything to do with you. How about you mind your own business." He snapped. Hunter narrowed his eyes.

"Take your excuses elsewhere, before things get ugly." Hunter said with a tone of warning. The man glared at him. He was still wearing his armor and the man seemed to realize he was dealing with a soldier. With one last scoff, he left, disappearing into the crowd. You finally relaxed, letting out a breath of relief.

"Thank you, Hunter." You said as he turned to face you. The anger in his eyes was quickly replaced by concern.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry you had to deal with him." He responded as you both walked up to the counter. Tech looked up, clearly noticing you were shaken.

"Are you alright?" He asked. You smiled and gave him a nod.

"Some man was bothering me but I'm fine." You told him before looking up at Crosshair and Wrecker. Wrecker was starting to falter, his eyes bleary and his cheeks pink. Crosshair wasn't fazed. Besides a light red tint on his cheeks, you would never know that he'd been drinking. Wanting to shake off the negative energy from that man, you sat down and Tech slid you your drink.

"Looks like Wrecker's almost at his limit." Tech commented as they downed another shot.

"So, are they going to go until they pass out?" You asked and Tech grunted.

"Not if I can help it." He said. "I'll step in once one of them looks too drunk." You chuckled at this. Tech was acting like some sort of referee for their competition. You continued to sip at your drink as you watched them.

"How many rounds are they on?" You asked.

"Seven." He answered. "I give it three more rounds until one of them gives out."

"You have this down to a science." You said. "Not that that's surprising."

"Eh, when you've been dealing with these two as long as we have..." Hunter said as he sipped at his drink. "You should've been here the first time we went out drinking. That was a disaster." Tech let out a breath at the memory, tossing up his eyebrows.

"A 'disaster' is an understatement. Wrecker started a brawl through the entire establishment. It cost the Republic more than ten-thousand credits worth of damages." He said.

"How?" You asked, eyes widening. Hunter chuckled.

"It all started when he made a few choice comments at some regs." Hunter began.

"Naw, s'the regs who started it." Wrecker added in, slurring his words a bit. Hunter shook his head.

"If I recall everything correctly..." Hunter dove into the story and by the time he finished, you were in fits of laughter. From there, it was one story after another. From battles they fought to memories from your home planet. Time seemed to pass quickly. It helped that most of you had a buzz going, except for Wrecker who looked ready to fall out of his seat. As promised, Tech eventually stepped in and cut him off, much to his dismay.

"M'not drunk." A clearly drunk Wrecker complained as Crosshair smirked at him.

"Like I said. The easiest fifty credits you'll ever lose." He bragged as the bartender handed him another drink. Hunter eyed Wrecker for a second before calling to Tech, interrupting his story about one of their earlier deployments.

"You might want to take him to the refresher." He said.

"Why?" Tech asked.

"He's about to lose his lunch. I can sense it." Hunter answered. Wrecker lazily raised an eyebrow.

"I'don't ev'n feel sick." He protested as Tech sighed.

"Well, you're probably about to. Come on." He responded as he drug Wrecker away. You watched after them with a humored smile, Wrecker swaying and laughing as his exhausted brother struggled to pull him through the crowd. When you brought your attention back however, your eyes caught on Crosshair. His smug look had disappeared completely as he gazed solemnly into his drink. His expression had lost it's usual mask as he knit his brow together.

You pondered whether or not to talk to him. You two still hadn't reconciled from your argument a few days ago. And knowing him, he probably just wanted to be left alone. Yet, as he swirled the glass slowly in his grasp, you decided maybe it wouldn't hurt to say something. You slid off your seat and approached him, sliding onto the stool next to him. He paused and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"What do you want?" He growled, though his voice didn't have it's usual edge. Now that you were closer to him, you could see the effects of the alcohol more clearly. His cheeks were a deeper red and his eyes didn't have their characteristic sharp gaze. You shrugged at him, a little unsure how to proceed.

"You seem a little down." You spoke. The corner of his lip turned up in a slight snarl.

"What does it matter to you?" Said Crosshair. You sighed.

"I told you, Crosshair, I'm your friend." You answered him and he narrowed his eyes.

"And I told you, it's not your place. I'm fine." He growled.

"I'm not stupid, you know. I can tell something's wrong. If you don't want to tell me, that's your choice, but you need to stop thinking you have to do everything by yourself. You have your brothers to help you and... and you have me too." You told him. His gaze eased and he turned back to his drink, swirling it yet again. It seemed he wasn't going to say anything more. Having expected this, you decided you would go back to your original seat and give him some space.

"It was all my fault." He said, making you tense. You froze before looking at him. He was still looking into his glass.

"What?" You questioned. He hardened his gaze.

"On Krownest. I said... that I would cover you and Tech. And..." He trailed off for a moment. "I failed. I should've sniped that mandalorian sooner but I couldn't get a clear shot." He tightened his grip on his glass. "Tech was damn-near gutted and you were almost killed because... because of me." Your eyes widened in shock. Had he really been beating himself up over this the whole time?

"Crosshair, you can't blame yourself for that." You said. "The attack was so sudden and there was no cover. You did everything you could." When he didn't say anything you hesitantly raised a hand toward him before resting it on his shoulder. He looked back at you.

"If it hadn't been for you, both me and Tech would've been killed. You saved us both." You assured him. He gazed at you for a couple moments before sighing. You withdrew your hand as he took another swig of his drink. Your attention was drawn back to the crowd as Tech and Wrecker emerged from it.

"You were right about him getting sick." Tech said when he reached the bar. "Everything came up as soon as we got to the refresher."

"It wasn't that bad, Sarge." Wrecker protested, still swaying. "M'fine." Hunter smiled but it was clear from how tense he was that the bar's atmosphere was starting to get to him.

"It's been fun, but I think we should head back." You suggested.

"Already?" Wrecker complained.

"I'm going to have to agree." Tech said as he looked at the clock on his arm once again. "It's getting late." Hunter nodded in agreement as he and Crosshair stood up.

"Let's pack it in, boys." He said, walking to Wrecker's side to help support his weight in case he stumbled.

"Y'don't have to support me, Sarge. M'not that drunk." Wrecker said as you all exited the bar.

"Is that so?" Hunter snickered before holding up a hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Wrecker narrowed his eyes in concentration.

"Can't tell. S'blurry. Looks like there's three of you." Wrecker said before laughing. "We can barely put up with one." Hunter frowned as you broke into laughter as well.

"He's not wrong." Crosshair added with a grin.

"Laugh it up." Hunter sighed but humor shone in his eyes as he hailed a cab. Getting Wrecker into it was a chore that involved all four of you. At least the drive back to the Temple was quick. Then, you were all left with the task of getting him inside and to his bed.

"The city's so pretty at night." He said as you put all your strength into guiding him toward the door. "S'almost as pretty as you." This made you stumble as your cheeks grew warm.

"He's more drunk than I thought." You joked in an attempt to hide how surprised you were.

"Now's not the time for flirting, Trooper." Hunter said, rubbing his temple. "Get a move on." You could tell he was more short-tempered than usual due to his strained senses. It didn't help that the effects of all those shots were starting to hit Crosshair as well. He wasn't stumbling, but his eyes had grown bleary and unfocused. He was no help getting Wrecker inside the Temple and into the barracks. When they finally reached their room and the door opened, Hunter turned to face you.

"I need to wind down. Can you guys handle these two without me?" He said. You and Tech were quick to say yes. Hunter's senses were definitely frayed and he was exhausted.

"M'fine. You don't need to worry about me." Crosshair stated before making his way to the refresher. "Just focus on getting Wrecker to bed." Tech sighed as the door shut behind the sniper.

"Looks like the alcohol is finally starting to hit him." He said, stumbling a little as Wrecker swayed.

"N'he was braggin' about not feelin' drunk." Wrecker commented.

"I would appreciate some help, if you don't mind." Tech said as he began to strain under Wrecker's weight. You laughed as you grabbed Wrecker's other arm and attempted to pull him toward his bed.

"Come on, big guy." You said. "You need to get some rest." He gave you a sleepy smile.

"You guys're always lookin' out for me." He began. "I'love you guys." You finally got him to sit on his bedside and Tech began to undo his upper armor. As he did so, the refresher door slid open and Crosshair stepped out. He looked a little worse for wear so you approached him just in case he lost his balance. Just as you thought, he stumbled and you were quick to brace a hand on his chest as he rebalanced himself. He glared at you.

"I don't need your help." He growled.

"Well, you're getting it." You said. "Just lean on me a little. At least until you reach your bed, okay?" He grumbled but did as you asked. A little too much. You began to strain.

"Uh, Cross." You said. "You're a lot heavier than you look." He hummed at this and you sighed. "A lot drunker too." He furrowed his brow and closed his eyes.

"I'm just tired." He responded as he slumped against you, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

"Drowsiness is a symptom of being drunk." You said, shaking him a bit to stir him awake. "Now can you stand a bit before you take us both down?" He shifted some of his weight off of you and you were able to guide him to his own bed. You both sat on the bedside as the sniper rubbed one of his eyes with his fingers.

"Are you able to take off your armor on your own?" You asked and he gave you a nod. "Good, because I don't know how." You laughed before attempting to stand. A hand on your shoulder made you stop and you looked back at Crosshair. His gaze was on his shoes.

"About... what I said." He began. "I told you that it didn't matter... that I saved you. I didn't mean it. Not like that." As he spoke he swayed and you leaned over to brace his weight.

"It's okay, Crosshair. Really." You assured him. You couldn't tell if he heard you as his eyes slowly fluttered shut. He leaned more of his weight against you. And more. And more.

"Cross?" You said. You weren't drunk, but you were definitely buzzed and not as coordinated as you normally were. So when Crosshair passed out, he took you down with him.

"Cross?!" You panicked as you fell backwards against the mattress. It was no use. He was completely out cold as he snoozed on top of you. You felt the air being crushed out of your lungs.

"Tech!" You wheezed. "Help!"

"And this is why I can't stand putting up with these two after a night out." Tech commented as he set the last of Wrecker's armor neatly in the corner of the room. The large man was already snoring as Tech walked over to you. He gave you an amused smile before grabbing Crosshair's shoulder and, with your help, hoisting him onto his side and allowing you to escape. The sniper didn't wake up. Instead, he laid back on his stomach and nestled into his pillow, snoring softly. You brushed yourself off and glanced around the room. You and Tech were the last two awake. Hunter was exhausted from his frazzled senses and was fast asleep, and both Wrecker and Crosshair wouldn't wake up if a meteor hit the planet.

"You definitely weren't kidding." You said. "Getting those two to bed is like trying to herd lothcats." Tech sighed.

"Perhaps I should have told you what to expect." Tech responded. You shrugged.

"Ah well, now I know what to expect for next time." You told him. Tech gazed at you.

"Thank you for your help, by the way." He said and you gave him a smile.

"Don't mention it." You replied before letting out a drawn sigh. "I should head home and get some sleep myself."

"Will you be alright getting back?"

"I'll take a cab and the area's safe. Don't worry." You assured him before nodding toward Crosshair. "Good luck dealing with these guys in the morning. Crosshair's grumpy enough already. I can't imagine what he's like with a hangover."

"And for that, you're lucky." Tech joked. You gave him another smile before sweeping your gaze over the room once again.

"Well, I better get going. Goodnight, Tech." You said before turning to leave.

"You as well." He replied. The door opened and you paused.

"And Tech?" You called. 

"What is it?

"Tell Hunter I owe him twenty credits."