Plot: You have a nighttime shift as a comedian at 79s and the 501st walked in just as you were going to tell a funny story from your younger years.
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You finished off the glass of water you had before setting it down and stood up. You made your way to the stage to tell a story during your younger years. The moment you stepped foot on stage, you heard clamoring from the entrance of the bar. You turned and smiled as you saw that is was the 501st, great friends of yours. You got along with all of them but the one you liked the most was Hardcase. Your eyes scanned the group for said clone and you spotted him messing with Jesse. You smiled more and you stood in front of the microphone. You tapped the mic, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Okay, I'll be telling a story from my younger years if that's alright." You said.

The crowd murdered for a bit and nodded their heads for you to continue. You took a deep breath and started to speak.

"Another story I heard about myself," You started. "This one happened in high school."

The audience laughed a little.

"Uh, we had this teacher in high school whose kid went to our high school, he was Mr. McNamara and his son, Jake McNamara, went to our high school. He was a sophomore when I was a senior, so he was two years behind me. And Mr. McNamara was an asshole."

Everyone laughed.

You continued, "One weekend, he and his wife, decided to leave town. Which you should never do, if you're an asshole."

They laughed again and you smiled.

"And Jake McNamara decided to throw a party at the teachers house. Hooray... And everyone around town heard about it, and we all got up individually and thought, Okay, let's go over there and destroy the place."

Once again, laughter.

"I walked into this party and everyone I had ever met was there. And everyone was drinking like it was the end of the world. People were drinking like it was the civil war and a doctor was coming to saw our legs off. It was totally unsupervised, we were like dogs without horses, we were running wild."

They laughed and clapped.

"I walked down--"

They slowly stopped.

"I walked down to the basement, they had a pool table in the basement. One dude took a running start and threw his body onto the pool table, and broke it in half. Another kid found out which room was Mr. McNamara's and went upstairs and took a shit on his computer."

Everyone groaned in disgust, but still laughed.

"So the party was going great!"

They laughed loudly.

"I'm standing in the basement and I'm holding a red cup- you've seen in movies- and I'm standing there, and I'm holding a red cup, and I'm starting to black out. And I guess, someone said like- 'Something, something, police.' And in a brilliant moment of word association, I yelled, 'FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE!' And everyone else joined in. A hundred drunk white children yelling: 'Fuck. Da. Police.' With the confidence of guys who have, like, already been to jail... And aren't afraid of it anymore. You know that like, 'I've served my nickel, you come and take me!' confidence, but white children. The reason someone had said 'Something, something, police", was because the police were there. So a Coruscant police officer walked down the stairs and got to the bottom of the basement, and looked out over a sea of drunk toddlers yelling 'Fuck da police!' in his face. And he was almost impressed!"

More laughter.

"He was like: 'Wow...' and then leaned into his walkie-talkie and went, 'Get the paddy wagon.' and my friend John, who is now a father, this man now has a baby, he grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground, and yelled 'Scatter!' and everyone ran in a different directions. We all ran in different directions. It was like that scene in Ratatouille when the humans come in the kitchen and all the rats go in different ways, we all ran in different directions. I ran into the laundry room and I jumped up on the washing machine, and I crawled out through a window into the backyard and now I'm running through the backyard and there was this big chain-linked fence and I thought 'I've never climbed a fence that high before!' and then I woke up at home."

It seemed like your story was really funny.

"On Monday... I went to school because that's what we did back then. And I'm walking into the school building and who do I see, but Jake McNamara. And he says to me 'Hey, were you at my party on Saturday?' and I said no, you know, like a liar. And he said 'Things got really out of hand. Someone broke the pool table... Someone took a shit on my dad's computer... But the worst thing," he says- 'The worst thing is that someone stole these old antique photos of my grandmother, and my parents are freaking out about it.' and I had thought. That only blackout drunks, and Steve Urkel can have.

They cracked up.

"Did- did I do that? I figured no... I wouldn't have done that. But is was never sure... until two years later. Relax. I'm playing video games with this kid named Alex that we also went to high school with, two years later we've graduated by now. We're playing video games for a couple hours, and then Alex says to me, 'Hey, come here. I wanna show you something.' And he takes me into his bedroom, and then he takes me into a side room off of his bedroom. Never a good thing to have. And he shows me a tiny room that is covered wall-to-wall in stolen antique photos from different people's parties over the years. And I said, 'Why? Why do you do this?' And Alex said, 'Because it's the one thing you can't replace.'

The crowd laughed and applauded.

"That's the end of that story, but how kriffed up is that? That's crazy! So I don't drink anymore." You said.

The laughter slowly died down as the room filled with applause. You put the mic back and did a bow with a smile on your face. You stepped off stage only to earn a lot of positive comments and you thanked them. You made your way through the crowd to see if the 501st was still here. They were, on fact, still here and a few of them seemed to be still laughing. You approached the group and Fives took notice of you.

"Kriff, (Y/n), if I knew you had these kind of stories to tell, I would've asked sooner!" He exclaimed.

"Yeah, it was so hilarious!" Jesse agreed.

"Thanks, guys! No one really asks so I have to tell them myself." You said.

"Though this is the first story I heard from you, it was really funny and I enjoyed every second." Hardcase said, standing next to you.

You looked to your right to see him next to you. You quickly looked away and blushed as you covered your face with your hands. Fives and Jesse knew about your crush on Hardcase and laughed a bit as they walked back to the group. Hardcase became a little confused at your actions but didn't ask to make you uncomfortable. He was still concerned, nonetheless.

"Are you okay, (Y/n)?" He asked.

"I'm f-fine, it's just t-that..." Your voice trailed off as you slowly removed your hands.

"It's just what?"

"Can I try something?"

"Uh, sure go ahead."

You took a deep breath as you turned towards him. You stood on your tip toes and gently placed your lips on his as you grasped his armor. He became startled and widened his eyes but closed them and melted into the kiss. You pulled away and took slow breaths, regaining air.

"Sorry, it just.... I've been wanting to do that for a while." You mumbled, casting your head down.

You felt his hands gently lift your face to make you look into his eyes. His eyes held love and gentleness as you searched deep in them. Without a moments hesitation, he crashed his lips onto yours. You quickly closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. You both pulled away and breathed mildly as you stared in each other's eyes.

"I was afraid you didn't feel the same way." You said.

"I've loved you ever since you stepped into my life, cyar'ika." He said.

"What does that mean?" You giggled.

"You'll know in time."

You smiled and laid your head on his shoulder, enjoying this silent moment. It didn't last long when you two heard yelling from the table they were at.

"Ha! I kriffing knew it! You owe me ten credits, Fives!" You heard Jesse say.

Fives groaned and handed him the credits that his brother won. You looked over at them skeptically as you put the pieces together.

"They were betting on us." You said, realizing what happened.

"They bet on us? Hold up-"

Hardcase pulled away and walked to Fives and Jesse fairly quick. You stood there as he started to argue with his brothers. You thought of a way to distract Hardcase just to be funny.

"I love you, Hardcase!" You yelled, smiling.

He shut up and looked at you with a shocked expression.

"I won that bet, Jesse! Hand me back those credits!" Fives yelled.

"Wait, you bet on who would say the first 'I love you' also?! When I get my hands on you-" Hardcase started.

"I'd rather not get another lecture of how reckless you two are by Kix again, so please don't." Rex piped up.

"Sir, with all due respect-"

"Hardcase, honey, please don't." You pleaded, hugging him.

He looked at you and saw that your eyes were saying please. He gave in and sighed.

"Oh, alright. I suppose I shouldn't fight with Fives because you said so." He smiled and hugged back.

"You'll listen to her and not me? I feel betrayed." Rex said.

"Hey, at least he'll listen to someone." You said.

"I guess."

Rex sounded so offended by what just happened right then and there. You laughed at his antics and turned to see the one you loved smiling at you. For the third time that evening, you two kissed with pure bliss.

"I love you." You said between kisses.

"And I love you, darling." He said.

This moment couldn't get any better for you.
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I understand that Hardcase would bet also but he is the one being betted on and he doesn't like that. (;-_-)ノ

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