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It was surprisingly and painfully easy to fall into old habits. There was only one cantina in the area but it suited Kanan just fine. He had plenty of credits and before long the familiar buzz had settled over his mind and dulled everything down. And once he was sufficiently drunk, well, the next step was obvious. First Kanan tried his luck with the guy that had been sitting next to him. They’d talked on and off about things as Kanan let the alcohol set in and once Hera was pushed from his mind he made his move. At first things went pretty well. A little too well. When he asked for credits Kanan very nearly gave in. But he wasn’t quite that drunk. So the guy left him at the bar. Kanan eventually found himself leaving the cantina with a woman who very nearly was keeping him on his feet as they walked. He chattered at her about whatever came to mind and hardly noticed if she cared or not. They’d already kissed half a dozen times by the time they left the cantina and that was all either of them seemed to care about. It wasn’t entirely clear to Kanan how they got to her apartment or when they’d chosen that as their destination but clearly he was thinking enough not to try to take her back to the ship. As soon as they were in the door they were on each other again, kissing and grasping at each other’s clothes. He was only vaguely aware of his shirts getting tossed somewhere on the floor when they tumbled into bed. It wasn’t until Kanan had gotten most of her clothes off that he stopped short. She seemed to think he was going to be sick because she pushed him off and he hit the ground with a thump. He wasn’t sure if he said anything to her or not but suddenly he couldn’t ignore the ache in his chest. That wasn’t fair, the alcohol was supposed to have numbed that down. Somehow Kanan grabbed his clothes and stumbled from the apartment. The next thing he knew he was at Hera’s cabin door. His belt was undone so his pants hung low on his hips and he held his shirts in one hand. The shoulder armor had somehow gotten put back on and it clattered against the metal door as Kanan drunkenly pounded on it to get Hera’s attention.

She was going to kill him, she decided as she was woken up by the loud pounding on her door. That was almost enough for her to ignore the fact that for the first time in very nearly a year, she’d woken up alone. Forcing the rest of that thought aside, she rolled out of her bunk, padding over to the door. “Kanan, wh-”

She hadn’t known what she was going to see when she opened the door, but an extremely disheveled Kanan was not even slightly on the list. Her gaze flitted over him, taking in his appearance, and she ignored the sliver of jealousy that threatened to show its ugly head. That was soon forgotten, however, as soon as the stench of alcohol flooded her senses. So he’d been drinking. And had probably gone home with someone. Great.

Shifting her weight onto one foot, she let herself look up at him, trying to come across as mostly indifferent to the sight before her. “Kanan.” she said finally. “What’s going on?”