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The cantina was busy, mostly off duty clone troopers in various shades of armor to officer garb but an occasional civvie could be spotted in the dim yellow tinted lighting. Music thrummed loudly in the background, much more melodic and upbeat than anything youโd find in the Outer Rim.
Nine saw him first, one of the three commanders stationed on Coruscant. It shouldnโt have been a surprise, 79s was under his jurisdiction, but he still had been hoping to avoid him. The ARC groaned under his breath, dark eyes checking his cig for a second. When he looked back at the bar the clone commander was staring him down. Nine forced a brief smile to tug his lips as the other clone nodded and then turned back to the bar to wait for his drink.
It would be too suspicious if the ARC left now, so he had no choice but to entertain the Commander. His eyes rolled at the title. While he was only a Captain, there was a chasm of difference between the two same faced men. Especially considering the cushy ass job this commander had, saving his ass from getting shot at on the front lines.
โFox.โ
โRez.โ
The fucker knew just what buttons to push as his brow creased and he squinted. Fox savored the win, snorting in amusement as he removed his helmet and set it on the table next to the ARCs, red emblazoned t-visors nearly kissing they were so close, โNot here to cause more trouble, are you? Still dealing with your last mess.โ
โOf course not..โ Nine flicked the last of his cig into his unfinished drink and stood up into Foxโs space, leaning in close, brushing a hand across his armored chest plate, โWhen will you let me make it up to you.. Hm?โ
The ARC titled his head, studying the Commanders face. Fox could feel the other manโs warm breath against his cheek, the smell of liquor and the acidity of smoke lingering. He looked away suddenly, stepping back to let the other clone get by, โI think youโre drunk, trooper, and causing a scene. Tsk. Iโll have to escort you personally back to the barracks.โ
A smirk creased the ARCs lips as he grabbed his helmet and walked stiffly toward the exit. Fox wasnโt far behind, flashing a scowl at a pack of his corries that jeered and howled from a corner booth.
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I canโt stop laughing about O9 crossing his legs. My favorite alpha ARC son Omega Nine, my clone bb from my wip longfic SOJ.
