Tolerance
Pairing: Captain Rex X Fem! Jedi Reader
Description: You, Rex, Jesse, and Kix are out at 79′s for a fun night after a victory. After a few drinks, you’re already bubbly and subconsciously clinging to your secret boyfriend, the captain. Your little group runs into the Bad Batch and Hunter is noticing how you and Rex are interacting.
Warnings: drinking at a bar, tipsiness, sexual relation implications
Word Count: 3.5K
A/N: On a clone high and Rex owns my heart that’s all I'm gonna say. And happy Bad Batch finale omg I can’t believe its over for now I’m gonna cry-
Masterlist | Fic Reading | Ao3 | Quotev | Coffee
You and Jesse clinked your shot glasses together before tapping them on the table and downing them together. The hard liquor went down with a heavy heat that landed in your stomach, where it would soon travel up to make your head spin. A cough threatened to break out of your throat, so you took a sip of your cocktail to wash it down.
“And so the alcoholism begins...” Kix remarked, knowing where the night would go if you and Jesse were to continue with more shots.
“Hey,” You replied, sending him a cheeky smile, “we need to kick it off, Kix,” You mentally congratulated yourself on your word choice as you fiddled with your straw, swirling the ice and liquor around in your glass.
“Don’t be a stick in the mud, Kix,” Jesse added, a smirk appearing on his face.
“I’m just making sure you both don’t die from alcohol poisoning so early in the night,” Kix muttered into his glass of beer.
Rex chuckled before taking a sip of his whiskey. You watched him from the top of your glass while Jesse and Kix were distracted by a discussion on alcohol tolerance. A dreamy look glazed over your eyes, one that was not from the drinks that were beginning to run through your system.
His eyes darted to yours and you looked away just as quickly. Your cheeks warmed from the split-second moment. You felt his hand brush against the spot where the end of your dress met your thigh under the table out of sight, a sly form of acknowledgement. That made you smile. You heard the faintest sound, a grunt of amusement come from Rex. You held in a giggle.
Even though you both were secretly together for a while now, he could still do that to you. Make your stomach stir and make you forget everything on your mind, all while you were blushing like a teenager.
“I’m the most tolerant out of all of us,” Jesse said, you only tuning into their conversation now.
“That doesn’t mean you have to hit your limit and get black-out drunk every time we come here,” Kix replied with a sternness in his voice.
You’d think that the clones would all have the same tolerance due to their literal shared DNA, but Jesse was right. He was the one who took longer to start feeling a buzz, the one who could down the most drinks on a night out. Clones were already able to take a lot, but Jesse was insane. This was due to the number of times Jesse has managed to get crazy drunk at 79′s over the years while partying alongside Fives and Hardcase. You had been there for most of them. Events that you had retold to friends over caf or casual drinks, stories that spread around the 501st legion and even made their way over to the 212th and 104th.
But there was a point where drunk Jesse was no longer fun, him just becoming extremely difficult to handle on the way home. So Kix had a point.
Another sip of your cocktail and you said, “Maybe don’t drink so many shots tonight so we don’t have to carry you out this time.”
Jesse scoffed, “Look who’s talking. You’re the one who gets loopy after two shots,”
It was true. You were the lightweight of the group. And you knew that Kix would be on your ass as well for controlling the drinks. You knew how far into the black hole of bubbly tipsy you could go, so it was probably a good idea to hold back yourself. You mentally made a note to just have that one shot and your cocktail.
“I may be weak but I’m not stupid,” You remarked, giving him a sly side-eyed look while leaning on the standing table you all had stationed yourselves at.
Rex and Kix burst out laughing at that and it made you feel successful. Jesse huffed and downed the second shot he had gotten himself. Bold, but as you told him, stupid. If he kept this up then you knew where the night would go with him.
“We’re all on duty tomorrow,” Rex piped up, getting the attention of everyone, “so that means no inducing any hangovers,”
“Alrighty captain,” You said, then gestured to your cocktail glass, “This is all I’m gonna be having.”
“Promise?” Kix eyed you. His medic position was showing. You did not blame him for being cautious.
“I promise,” You winked at him.
Kix then turned to Jesse, who had an offended look on his face. He eventually promised himself that he would not excessively drink to the point where the three of you would need to carry him back to their barracks.
So the night went on. And you had already broken your promise to Kix. You had one more shot, sneaking one when you went to buy another round of drinks for your boys. Your tipsy personality had come out now, the bubbly and giggly mess that they had to deal with. It was no chore, it was entertaining to see you so much more talkative and with a boost of confidence in your step.
Your bubbly self combined with a loud and worked-up Jesse made for a chaotic combination. The two of you had sparked enthusiastic talk about the latest mission that you all were celebrating, Rex and Kix chiming into the fun as well. It felt like the mood was kicked up and with the club’s music in the background, the tone of the night was light and fun.
This leads you to start talking about funny stories you had gathered during the war, which you and Jesse were most engaged in.
“There was this one time where Rex ran into a pipe,” Jesse laughed while speaking, struggling to get his words out, “and the sound that rattled his helmet was hilarious,”
“You’re kidding?!” You spiralled into a fit of giggles, falling back and leaning into the captain’s side. You had not been there for that and you wish you had, the look of embarrassment underneath his helmet must have been priceless.
Said captain shot a look at Jesse, a look that burned so hard it could kill.
Jesse continued, “Another time, this was on Geonosis, the general and the commander threw him off a wall-”
“That’s enough, Jesse,” Rex warned, a hard voice breaking through the laughter like a bark.
You were laughing, Jesse was laughing, and Kix tried so hard not to choke on his beer.
“Oh Rex, sounds like you can be pretty clumsy,” You teased.
The way you had been leaning on him drew in his attention. There was a tang of worry he felt, wondering if it looked obvious to his men. If it showed affection or if it was just a result of you laughing so hard that it pushed you into him. He did not want to risk it either way, so he subtly reached out and gently pushed you forwards. His fingers lingered on the fabric of your dress for longer than he intended.
He knew how drinking affected you and he had been watching it play out. How you had been slowly gravitating towards him as the drinks settled into your system. How the smiles you gave him grew bigger as time went on. How you had begun to slowly sway with the music of the club, all with a warmth that had spread across the bridge of your nose to your cheeks.
You were adorable, he admitted.
However, he also knew you were slow to rationality while in a tipsy state. He had to be careful and make sure you did not blow your big secret all because of a few drinks. So he watched your behaviour and corrected anything that looked suspicious, keeping a composure that strictly said a friendly but close relationship between clone captain and Jedi.
But it was hard to not think of those times where you and him would have drinks together in private. How it would lead places. He knew what your bubbly drunk self was like: how she spoke, how she laughed, how she sounded in pleasure. It took every last ounce of self-control and discipline in him to not sneak you off somewhere. It did not help that your dress was tight in the right places, his eyes occasionally wandering over you when no one was looking.
He did not know how long he could tolerate just watching you and not doing anything else about it.
“No way!” A loud voice broke out of the chatter of the night, making your little group turn in its direction. “It’s Rex and his squad!”
“Heyyyy,” you drew out, “It’s the bad boys!”
The five members of The Bad Batch had entered 79′s. Wreaker was the one who had called out to you with that booming voice of his. They defiantly stood out from the other people in the club, they were hard to miss. You and your boys waved them over to your standing table and they came to join you. It had been forever since you have seen any of them, so you felt some excitement in seeing their faces again. Especially one of them in particular.
“Echo!” You beamed at him. He returned your smile before you walked up to him and practically jumped on him in a hug. “I haven’t seen you since we rescued you, I miss you, hon.”
From the bounce in your voice and the colour on your cheeks, Echo knew. “How many has she had?” Echo glanced at Rex, half-jokingly and half-serious.
“Only a few, I swear!” You whined, falling back into your spot in between Rex and Jesse.
Echo took Rex’s other side, “You making sure she doesn’t go crazy?”
“As always,” Rex replied.
“That’s the second time someone has nagged on me about that tonight,” You said, nose scrunched up and echoing the look on Echo’s face mockingly. “I’m fine!”
Hunter took one look at you and said, “You look like you’re about spent,”
You leaned on the table and jabbed a finger in his direction, “You can shut your trap,”
Hunter had smiled at the way your voice broke into a hiccup, breaking your fake façade of seriousness. You ended up smiling too.
“Well fellas,” Crosshair piped up, “are we getting drinks or not?”
Jesse and Crosshair went around the table asking for orders, intentionally skipping you and leaving you hanging. And when they went to leave to head to the bar, you turned on your heel to go follow.
But Rex put a hand on your shoulder and twirled you back around. The clicking of your heels on the ground followed your stumbled footsteps. He then slung his arm around your shoulders to keep you in place, to keep you from escaping. “No more for you,”
“Aww,” you practically whined.
“You’ve had enough, (Y/N),” he insisted.
“Come on, Rexy~” you drew out, looking up at him with big eyes.
Everyone around the table was watching and Rex was hoping the alcohol was enough of an excuse for that nickname.
“You’re done,”
You huffed. As chatter went around the table between Rex, Kix, Hunter, Tech, Echo, and Wreaker, you found yourself once again resting at Rex’s side. Leaning on him and letting your head fall to rest on his upper arm. You were paying attention to the story that the Bad Batch was telling, all while pushing your weight onto the captain as an unconscious action of affection.
Even though Rex thought it was a bad idea, he found his hand moving up to rest on your waist. The feeling of the fabric of your dress once again on his fingers made his mind wander. The softness of the fabric did not compare to the softness of the skin that he knew was underneath. It had taken a large amount of willpower and discipline to resist the urge to rip that dress off.
Rex only now noticed that you were looking at him while the others were occupied. There was a dreamy look underneath the glassy sheen of tipsiness, one only reserved for him. He had seen that look often, catching it when no other clone or Jedi or anyone was looking at the two of you. Seeing that look, all while you rested your head on him, made him crack a smile.
Crosshair and Jesse had returned with the table’s drinks and the night continued.
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Hunter’s senses were all over the place. There were conversations and the buzz of sounds everywhere. The heavy scent of alcohol floating from glasses and off the breaths of anyone speaking. He could see and hear everything. In places like this, he often experienced a sensory overload that required him to retreat to the Havoc Marauder for some quiet.
But right now there was one thing he found himself tuning into that was distracting enough. It was keeping his head from spinning because he was too curious about it. This hunch overcame him that he had to investigate. He was hyper-focused on you and Rex.
While the group was and laughing and sharing fun times, Hunter paid attention to little things that became more and more obvious. The gravitational force that pulled between the two of you and how close you two were standing at each other’s sides. The way you smiled every time Rex added conversation to the table. The subtle glances of Rex constantly checking on you or checking you out.
He was still questioning it himself, if he was just tapping into it too much. Finding a distraction in this stressful place, wondering about the secret possibility of something below the surface. But then he noticed how Rex’s hand never left the small of your back. A gesture that was excusable for keeping you upright in your tipsy state, with a weight that said something more.
Hunter wanted to laugh. He no longer doubted it.
During the next minute or so, Hunter watched a little something play out right in front of him.
You were having a giggle fit (one of many that he had witnessed since he arrived at the table) at something Crosshair had said. He couldn’t have cared less for the reason why you were laughing like this, only focusing on how it affected the captain. The look in his eyes was adoring and concerned, gears turning in his head as he tried to make a decision. Hunter had guessed he was debating on if he should let you continue to swim in the waters of tipsiness, which, lo and behold, he was correct.
Then the two of you quickly spoke in hushed voices as if you did not want to disturb the conversation.
“Maybe you should have some water.”
“I’m fine, Rex.”
“I’m serious. Come on, let’s go.”
“I’m okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
Rex then turned to everyone and said that the two of you would be right back. He lead you away, hand still glued to the small of your back and making sure you did not stumble in your heels. Mumbles of protest came from you as Rex pushed you towards the bar. Hunter’s line of sight followed the two of you.
Tech had begun to spew to Kix and Jesse some details on their latest mission. Wreaker had said something about not caring about what Tech was saying. Crosshair muttered into his glass in agreement. Hunter mentally agreed, trying to listen for words coming from you and Rex instead.
He could make out some that were exchanged, it being drowned out by the music and other chatter. He could hear bits and pieces. He heard things like I’m fine and be quiet and stop bugging me about it. Then occasional words as the music began to pick up, like shush and please and drink. The sound of you giggling and Rex chuckling.
Then he heard that nickname you had called Rex. Rexy. It rolled off your tongue with affection. The two of you were smiling at each other before Rex leaned down to whisper something in your ear. There was no way Hunter could catch what he said, but the way your body tensed and the colour on your face deepened lead him to only guess.
Your chatter paused when the bartender put a glass of water in front of you and Rex made you take a big gulp of it.
Hunter found himself back at the table, snapped out of his hyper-focus when Wreaker said something that made the whole table break out into laughter.
He let the moment hang in the air for the sole purpose of letting Wreaker make everyone laugh. Then, after taking the last sip of his drink and putting the empty glass down, he turned to Jesse and Kix.
“What’s the history between those two,” Hunter nodded towards you and Rex at the bar. The 501st soldiers looked over their shoulders to confirm that it was indeed their captain and Jedi that he meant.
“Uhh, what do you mean?” Kix said with ignorance.
“They seem a little close,” Hunter simply said.
Crosshair fiddled with the toothpick in his mouth, “You’re not wrong, Hunter,”
The whole table was now looking at you and Rex from across the club. They did not bother to be sneaky about it, they were simply staring and watching. The two of you were too busy talking again to notice your observers, and if either of you were to turn around they might have kept on staring.
“They defiantly have something going on,” Hunter commented.
“Are you sure about that?” Tech asked, in his forever permanent matter-of-fact tone, “I’m sure you know that the Jedi code strictly prohibits emotional attachments, which includes romantic connections. I’m sure they don’t,” He raised his glass to his lips.
“I don’t know about that,” Hunter chuckled, “The testosterone radiating off of Rex would say otherwise,”
Tech sputtered as he choked on his drink.
“What? You can smell testosterone?” Crosshair said with an amused smirk.
“You know what I mean,” Hunter rolled his eyes, “just look at him!”
Kix hummed, “Now that you mention it, they are pretty close. Never noticed until now.”
“It seems obvious when you look closer,” Hunter mentioned. “Rex’s hand has never left her. And he’s always looking at that dress of hers,”
“I don’t really blame him,” Crosshair chuckled slyly.
“How long have they known each other?” Hunter asked.
“Since the beginning,” Kix answered.
“There,” Tech said, “if they have been fighting together since the beginning of the war then, of course, they would be close. And it doesn’t help that (Y/N) is tipsy.”
“Rex does look like he is looking at the most beautiful thing in the galaxy,” Wreaker laughed.
“Exactly,” Hunter smiled.
“It’s so obvious now...” Kix looked like he was having a crisis.
Jesse and Echo were silent since the beginning of the discussion. Until the two of them exchanged a glance. Jesse began to chuckle into his drink. Echo was holding back a smile, measurably failing and it coming out as a smirk. Jesse laughed a little louder. Echo hit him in the shoulder.
“What are you two smiling about?” Tech asked.
They then burst into laughter, Jesse had to put down his drink before he choked on it. Their laughter was a bit contagious and a smile crept up onto Hunter’s face.
“Spill it, both of you” Hunter ordered.
“You guys really never noticed?” Jesse asked with a cough.
“We’ve known forever. I‘ve known since before I ‘died’“ Echo used air quotes around his last word.
“We used to make bets. If they would sneak off in the same direction after a mission or not.” Jesse added.
“It’s not hard to realize,” Echo shrugged.
“I didn’t...” Kix was still trying to come to terms with not noticing the most obvious thing in the 501st.
“Kix, you idiot,” Jesse teased.
“So they are together? Did you see anything absolutely confirming it? Is it a romantic thing or are they just sleeping together?” Tech asked, wanting the facts.
“The way they look at each other, defiantly at least sleeping together,” Jesse laughed,
“It’s obviously more than that, too,” Echo added, “Always making sure they’re alright after missions, never leaving without them, having each other on speed dial on their comms,”
“They get along too well,” Jesse went on, “looking at each other too long. Drunk (Y/N) does this thing where she leans against him and refuses to leave his side. Rex lets it happen, it’s cute. Rex’s toughness breaks a little when she’s around.”
Hunter was smirking the entire time. The whole situation was so amusing to him for some reason. And when he spotted you and Rex returning to the table he said, “Alright, that's enough. Not a word. This conversation does not leave this table.” Everyone nodded in mutual agreement to keep you and the captain’s secret, for your safety because they cared. And the night went on like words about it had never been uttered at all.
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hell yeah “PLAY MY STRIPPER SONG!!!!” for fives! let the man strip! a little treat for us ;)
If You Give a Fives a Bottle of Vodka
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summary: if you give a Fives a bottle of Kashyykian vodka, he will want to strip
word count: 555 (LMAOOO)
rating: pg-13
warnings: alcohol, drunken foolishness, gambling?
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“I win.”
A chorus of groans met Echo’s statement as he set down his sabacc cards. Royal flush. Again. He smirked to himself and collected the pile of candy they were using as bids.
Fives swore to himself and took a swig of the Kashyykian vodka they smuggled into the 501st bunk. “I swear he’s cheatin’.” He swayed a little in his seat, considering almost half of the bottle was gone.
“Nah, we woulda figured him out long ago if he were cheatin’,” Jesse said beside him, taking the cards and shuffling them. Kix just sighed beside him. Hardcase had long given up playing, preferring to wallow in his bed, another bottle of vodka in his arm.
“I can't believe you don’t trust me,” Echo said, popping a candy into his mouth.
“I hope you get sick from all that candy,” Kix muttered. “And don’t expect any help from me.”
Fives leaned back away from the table as Jesse dealt the next round. Echo could tell he was getting drunk—despite what he said, he was kind of a lightweight. His eyes had started to gloss over and a flush was rising to his cheeks. Echo just hoped he wouldn’t—.
“Why is it so hot in here?” Fives whined. He pulled his shirt over his head and flung it somewhere in the room.
Echo groaned, and he saw Jesse and Kix put their faces in their hands. Drunk Fives had a habit of stripping. And drunk Fives had no shame either.
“Should I com Rex now?” Hardcase asked from his bunk.
“Yeah, if he ain’t busy,” Echo replied. He watched Fives stand and shuck off his pants, throwing them across the room in a different direction than his pants.
“Hey, shiny!” he yelled. “Turn up that music!”
Said shiny looked to them, wild-eyed, but turned up the music with a tired nod from Echo. Fives sat back down and hummed to the tune of the music as they all looked at their cards. He took another swill of vodka.
“Well, I already know I'm gonna lose,” he said. “So I fold.”
“Fives, vod, we haven't even made it to betting yet,” Jesse chuckled. He took the bottle from Fives as he stood again.
“Nah, I'm done losing for the night.” Fives started swaying to the music as the shiny played a particularly lewd song. Oh, no. Echo knew what was coming next. “Yeah! Play my stripper song!”
A Jedi could have felt their exasperation shift the Force. Echo prayed that Rex would get there soon, hopefully before—.
“Fives, no!”
Echo wasn’t sure who shouted that—hells it could have been him—but now everyone was surging to their feet as Fives shucked off his grays, twirling them around in his hand, leaving him standing naked except for his socks. He tossed them, once again, in another direction and swung around one of the bedposts, grinding on it.
At that moment, the door opened, revealing the impending chaos to Rex. He just stood in the doorway for a second, watching as Echo tried to convince Fives to put his grays back on, while Fives laughed, spinning around another terrified shiny’s bed. He sighed to himself, finally stepping into the bunk, but still reconsidering a transfer to the 212th. Cody’s general seemed so much quieter.
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