[Thank you again for the amazing drawing of Bite and Crane! Have a little writing thing prompted by your art <3]
It's the early hours of the morning when he gets the call on his comm from Minnie, the twi'lek bartender on shift at the clone bar, he gave his code to the staff at 79s within a week of his new posting after one too many brothers with alcohol poisoning were sent to the drunk tank instead of the medbay. Bite pulls himself from his bunk, where he was updating a vod's records in his downtime and kits up to face the world outside.
By the time he makes it through the entertainment district to the bar, he is longing for his stiff GAR issue blanket on his hard GAR issue bunk. The crowds are thick with rowdy citizens and drunk clones, so he has to shoulder his way through inside the bar to be able to spot Minnie waving him down.
"It's one of your boys this time, Bite. Got him to sit down when I told him you were coming, he is in one of the booths round back." She explains, having to raise her voice to be heard over the music.
Once the pair made it to the table Minnie left his vod-in-need at, Bite let out a sigh. Slumped on the cracked vinyl bench with a glass of water untouched on the table in front of him was a brother Bite definitely new well. Even missing the top half of his kit, Crane's feather tattoos on each cheek make him hard to mistake for anyone else.
At his approach his deeply intoxicated vod looks up with slow recognition in his eyes, which at the very least means Bite should be good to give him water and send him to bed instead of dragging Crane to the medbay for the night. Crane immediately tries to push himself to standing once he realises who is in front of him, leaving Bite to duck under his arm when he clips the table and almost careens to the ground.
"Bite! 's you! You sh' have a drink wi' me!" The eighty kilogram weight leaning into his side drawls, "actually, 'm tired -"
Whatever Crane was going to stay next is cut off with a yawn, cueing Bite to start steering his brother out of the bar. With a greatful nod to Minnie, the two corries stagger forth into the night. It isn't until they are outside that Crane pipes up again.
"We're no' gonna tell Forge... right...?" He murmurs, akk pup eyes in full force, pleading for mercy from his ori'vod even in his addled state.
"Oh, I'm telling Forge." Bite's exhaustion from being dragged from his bunk, leaving him ready to drop his di'kut'la brother on the ex-commander and get some sleep before his next shift. Crane doesn't need to know he'd have had to wake Forge anyway to let him know to keep an eye on Crane for the night.
